Page 32 of Cruel Bet

I let out a sharp hiss of breath. She feels so fucking amazing. Every time with her is like the first time. I can’t get enough of her. As much as I’d like to take control, the sight of her on top of me like this is too good to miss. Watching her discover her sexuality has been almost as enjoyable as fucking her.

She grinds slowly on me, feeling the sensation and watching my reaction. I don’t take my eyes off her. I stay still, using all my willpower, and let her be the one in charge for a moment. It’s a completely new experience for me. One that I’mthoroughly enjoying as I watch her throw her head back and moan in pleasure.

“Touch me,” she demands.

I’m only too happy to oblige. My hands explore her body, teasing the nipples through the fabric of her bra and she lets out a moan that makes my cock twinge inside her. I grip her waist feeling the rhythm of her grinding on me before grabbing her ass and moving her faster, enjoying how it jiggles in my hands.

“Fuck, Nikolai,” she moans.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her say my name like that.

She looks at me with those alluring green eyes, checking for my reaction before hesitantly leaning forward. It’s at that moment I realize she’s about to kiss me. And I let her.

Our lips meet and it starts slow before deepening, our mouths and tongues exploring each other. She tastes like peaches. We’ve kissed before, but it’s been different. Sexual, controlling, possessive mouth fucking. This is nothing like that. This is exactly the kind of kiss I try to avoid. But god help me, I don’t want to stop.

We’re still kissing as we both reach a slow, intense climax that rolls through our bodies like waves. This too is different. This wasn’t just fucking. It was something more.

God help me.

***

It’s the middle of the night and I’m lying in my bed, wide awake and plagued with thoughts of Arianna. I don’t know how I should feel about our sex earlier. I need to fuck her hard againto shake this, and soon. Her scent lingers on me no matter how much I shower and just knowing there’s only a wall separating us drives me insane.

When we first got here, I would just go and wake her up. The second she’d open the door, looking adorably disheveled and grumpy I’d pick her up and carry her into the playroom and fuck her until she was wide awake and screaming. But, after two nights she started getting bags under her eyes, yawning constantly, and I begrudgingly conceded that I’d let her get some rest. So now I’m lying here staring at the ceiling with a rock-hard cock, rubbing it and thinking of her. No matter how many times I have Arianna, it’s not enough.

The sound of a scream pierces through the apartment and I could swear my heart stops.

Arianna.

Grabbing the gun from my bedside drawer, I sprint to her room and throw the door open. It takes me a moment of frantic scanning to fully comprehend the fact she’s alone. There’s no intruder.

In the bed, Arianna is sleeping, tossing and turning, she cries out in a nightmare.

“No, no…”

The rest babbles off into unintelligible speech. Her face is scrunched up in terror and tears are pouring down her face. Watching her suffer, even if only from a dream, is like a knife to the heart, and without thinking, I climb into the bed and hold her.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, you’re safe I’m here.”

She quietens her expression slowly relaxing as she snuggles in closer to me. With her head resting on my chest, she falls back into a deep, peaceful sleep.

It’s at this moment I realize I’ve done the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I’ve let her in.

***

“Nikolai?” I hear Arianna’s sleepy voice say.

I wake, disorientated. I’m not in my bed. I blink my eyes open and turn my head to look at Arianna’s beautiful face, a small furrow of confusion on her brow. Last night comes flooding back to me and I realize I must have fallen asleep.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

She doesn’t sound bothered by my presence, merely confused. It was me who set the ‘no sharing a bed’ rule after all.

“You were having a night terror,” I explain.

“Oh,” she replies, still looking a bit confused.

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