Page 9 of Dangerous Refuge

“How can you do that?”

“I have money and power that makes things happen. I also see something I want, and when I see something I want, I go and get it.” Sven’s eyes drift over my body then return to hold my gaze. All I can think about is how he tore Paul off of me, pushed me behind himself to protect me, and then threatened him. I don’t fall for bad guys at all. Paul is a monster, but Sven—he used his badassery to protect me, not hurt me. That makes me want him even more. More than six days ago in the bathtub when I masturbated to fantasies of him.

“You want me?” I ask him hesitantly, wondering if he means to fuck or to love. I’ve never had a man be so forward with me. My groin begins to ache at the thought of him saying he is interested in me, but I try to push those thoughts away. A man like this would never choose someone like me. I have to remember that he is probably playing me, and I am probably just leaving anyway. I rise, hoping to refill my glass, which I realize I haven’t yet emptied. The act makes me feel foolish, so I down the contents immediately, which is a bad idea. With no food in my stomach, the alcohol is hitting me hard already. I sway and he stands, setting his glass down and reaches for me.

“Actually, yes, I do.”

His hand on my waist sends shockwaves through me. I find my eyes fluttering shut as I tip my head upward. Sven’s strong hand cups the side of my face, craning my neck upward as his teeth sink into my neck. “Oh god,” I mutter softly, aware that Rico is on the other side of the door. “I don’t know if I’m—”

“You were saying thank you?” His words cut me off and I stammer around for a way through this awkward moment, but like Moses parting the Red Sea, he comes in and blows me away with the most jaw dropping kiss I’ve ever had. His stubbled face scratches along mine, teeth raking over my lips, greedy hands pulling me against him. I don’t’ know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that I find this man sexy as fuck, but I pour myself into it. It’s just a kiss, or maybe sex too, but I’m leaving tomorrow. I can indulge myself, can’t I?

“Fuck, Sven, not here…” I wrap my arms around his neck after he takes the glass from my hand and sets it down. The kissing continues, lips pressed against mine and tongues dancing furiously as I back toward the bathroom. He doesn’t have to be guided; his hunger is obvious as he pushes me into the room, using his foot to shut the door behind us.

My heart is hammering in my chest as he takes me into his arms. His hands roam my body, setting me on fire, and I can’t help but moan as his lips find my neck. I feel like I am becoming lost in him as his hands explore my curves. The way he grinds his hips against me, his hardened cock nearly bruising my thigh, I can tell he isn't just saying he wants me. He really does.

"Fuck, Sven, we have to be quiet. Rico is sleeping," I tell him, tugging at his shirt. I pull it out of the waistband of his pants and he uses his massive hands to lift me onto the bathroom counter.

"You're going to want something to keep you quiet then, because what I'm going to do to you is going to make you scream my name." Sven snatches a washrag off the counter next to me and shoves it in my mouth, followed by his tie, which he slips off of his neck and ties around my head, holding the gag in place. God, he's so fucking hot and I haven't even felt his cock in my hand yet.

I reach for his belt buckle, but he pushes my hand away. I could untie the gag at any time, but I don't want to. Every last inhibition is gone, and I want his dick inside me now. I wriggle on the counter, shimmying my skirt up over my hips as he undoes his pants and extracts the largest cock I've ever seen, stroking it a few times. "Shit," I hiss, but he can't understand me, not with the washcloth in my mouth.

"Here, let me," Sven says, sliding a finger around the crotch of my panties. He pulls so hard he rips the seam in two and makes me suck in a gasp of breath.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking hot," he says, pushing his thick shaft inside me. I am so wet I can feel it smearing all over my thighs as he pumps in and out of me. We move together, and I can feel every inch of his length as he slides in and out of me. One hand grips my hip, the other tangles in my hair, and I'm in ecstasy.

He takes his cock and slides it up and down my slit, teasing me with his slow strokes and I moan in pleasure, the sound muffled by the fabric of his tie. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me, hard and fast, and I grip the counter top, my fingers gripping it tightly.

Sven moves in and out of me, his grunts and groans getting louder with every thrust. I can feel his cock slamming up against my g-spot and I try to scream, but all that comes out is muffled moans and pleasurable sounds. The pleasure builds until it's too much, and I explode around him, my body shaking with a powerful orgasm.

"Good girl," he growls in my ear, careful to be quiet as I told him to. His hot breath on my cheek as I spasm around him intensifies my orgasm, and I whimper into the gag.

Sven soon follows, his body shuddering as he calls out my name.

The pleasure slowly ebbs away and I'm left panting and completely spent. Sven withdraws and slides down the length of my body, his hands running along my curves. He kisses my forehead before untying my gag. My mouth is dry, but my pussy gushes with his cum as he pulls out, his cock still standing tall and proud. It glistens with my moisture smeared all over it, and I feel his puddle between my legs.

Sven’s eyes lock on mine and he reaches between my legs with the washcloth that just absorbed all of my pleasure sounds. He wipes me clean—hard too, not a delicate touch. Then he tosses the rag onto the floor and backs away as he tucks his dick back into his pants. I’m left reeling, seated on the counter with my skirt around my waist, still quivering from that shock.

“Your pussy feels good, just like I thought it might.”

I want to tell him how massive his cock is but I get the feeling he knows already. Instead, I slide off the counter onto unsteady feet and lean on his large frame. “Keep me safe, Sven,” I mutter, not really knowing what I’m saying. I just don’t want to run anymore.

“I will. If you marry me.” Sven rights me, making sure I am standing before yanking my skirt back down. I laugh. I laugh so hard and so loud I might even wake Rico up, and Sven slaps a hand over my mouth. “It’s not a joke,” he says sternly and I calm myself.

“What?” I blink my eyes, seeing double now. Sven’s face fades in and out of vision, blurring and then focusing. He takes my hand and opens the door, leading me to the couch where I collapse. He puts a pillow under my head, and covers me with the afghan that lays over the back of the sofa.

“Think about it.” He jams his shirt back into the waistband of his pants and moves toward the door.

“Marry you? But I hardly know you,” I slur, already feeling sleep pulling me in.

“You want to be safe don’t you?” I hear the door lock click open and the squeak of the hinges. “I said think about it. Someone will be watching your place tonight. You’ll be safe. Just sleep.”

The door clicks shut and I lay there thinking about what he said. Marry him in exchange for safety? But, is that safe?

I am too drunk to really think rationally about this, but one thing I know for sure now. I can’t leave in the morning. Not until I know what Sven really meant by that.

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SVEN

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