Page 2 of Take Me

Tears trickle down my cheeks as the realization settles into my mind. But my pussy is happy and wet, having had the time of its life. If it could voice an opinion, it would say it was all worth it.

But it’s not. Nothing is worth dying in the arms of a psychopath.

I jerk as the last energy drains from my body and darkness slithers along the edges of my mind. The only life left within me is the stuttering in my lungs as they are still trying to access precious oxygen.

“Hmm,” he hums as he wraps an arm around my waist to steady my weight. “I love seeing you on the brink of consciousness. And I’d love to see you lose it too.” He presses a sweet kiss to the top of my head, and I twitch in one last feeble attempt at escape as the darkness closes in. But just before it can claim me, he releases my mouth. “But I want to hear your screams again.”

The oxygen is an assault on my lungs as I suck in a huge gulp of air. It stings my deprived tissues and sets my blood swooshing through my veins to carry new vitality through my system.

The shock wrenches a sob from my throat, and suddenly, I’m shaking all over, heaving to access air for a whole different reason. I hug my arms around myself in a poor attempt to soothe the shaken feeling rattling in my body.

Nikolai turns me around in his arms and cradles me against him, offering the comfort I badly need. But I don’t want him. He’s the one who caused this distress.

“No. Let me go.” I try to pull away, but he won’t let me.

“Shh,” he simply soothes, curving a gentle hand around the back of my head.

“Let me go!” I cry over and over. My words blend with uncontrollable sobs as I bang my fists against his chest. “I hate you, you sick bastard. I fucking hate you!”

Moving two fingers between my legs, he slides into my wetness and thrusts straight into my pussy. “I don’t think you do.”

“Ah!” I cry, bucking against him.

He pumps in and out with punishing force, and I’m mortified to hear the slick sound coming from between my thighs. I’m even more horrified to hear the moans blending into the mix of sounds coming up my throat.

But my brain has no capacity to linger on the wrongness of it all. The pain and the desire crashing inside me take up all room and render rational thought impossible.

“Noo,” I protest, yet I cling to his thick arms and burrow my head against his naked chest as I keep crying and moaning. Because he’s the only source of comfort—the only stability I can find in this chaos. And the only one who can deliver me from this raging need that suddenly has my entire body teetering on the edge.

Grabbing me by the arms, he throws me onto the bed. He slides down beside me, wrapping me up in his arms as he sinks his massive length into me. “I’ve got you,” he reassures, stroking my hair out of my face and pressing kisses to my tear-stained cheeks as he fucks me. “Let go and let me take control over you, just like I did your breath. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

God, his words melt away my last resistance. They’re full of the same promise that made me fall for him in the first place. The promise of safety amidst the storm.

So I release what little control I have left and come apart in his arms. I shudder through the rolling currents of my orgasm, curling my toes and arching my back even as the tears keep falling.

“Good girl,” he whispers against my hair. His fingers dig into my hips as he jerks against me, his movements stuttering as he finds his own release. “Such. A good. Fucking. Girl.”

***

“Are you okay?” Nikolai asks, tucking his white shirt into his pants, when I come out of the bathroom.

I stop in the middle of the enormous hotel suite and wrap the towel tighter around myself. “I think so,” I say tentatively. Nikolai spent an hour holding me after he fucked me, but remnants of the panicked fear he instilled within me still linger, making me feel frazzled and fragile.

“Come here.” He sits on the bed and pats the spot beside him.

I tiptoe across the space and gingerly sink onto the white sheets.

Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he presses his lips to my hair. “I’m sorry I scared you, but I’m also not sorry. I needed to test your boundaries before we part ways. I’ve been with too many women who say they’re into kinky shit, pleasure and pain and all that, only to run away screaming when I step beyond playful sadism. I couldn’t wait a month or two to find out. Not with my busy schedule.”

Part of me gets him. Once this week is over, it will be a while before we can see each other again. I’m going hiking in the Carpathian Mountains for two weeks, and when I get back, he will have left the country and will have a full month of back-to-back meetings and various business engagements to attend to in different parts of the world. So who knows when we’ll get to see each other again? I’ve consideredcutting another week off my hiking trip—maybe skipping it altogether—to get more time with him,but when I told him that idea last night, he immediately shot it down, promising he’d make sure we’d see each other again soon.

“You couldn’t have waited two more days at least?” I chance a glance up at him and meet a grave expression.

“I couldn’t. I need time with you after such brutality—to make sure you’re okay and to handle any drops.”

“I’m okay,” I say.

Nikolai grabs my chin, forcing me to stare into the blazing intensity of his gaze. “You’re not.”

---