Page 23 of Nikolai Petrov

The hand that was pressing my belly moves and knots in my hair, pulling my head up until my back arches and my scalp tingles.

He guides his throbbing erection into me, filling me with a stretching ache I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to. Tightening in my belly transforms into a building pressure as he starts to move in and out of me slowly.

Something stiff wraps around my bent neck, digging into the skin.

The belt.

He twists his hand and it snugs on my throat, tugging my head back even farther. Two fingers plunge into my mouth as he intensifies the grip the leather strap has on me.

“Lick my fingers like you lick my cock.”

Obediently, I swirl my tongue over and around the length of his fingers, my breath wheezing past the tight lanyard on my neck.

His fingers disappear, but his thrusts deepen as he plunges into me. Another turn on the belt, and the air is nearly cut from my lungs.

I let my hips buck and he pounds into me while I take a ragged gasp. The fingers that were just in my mouth now press against the star of my ass and he pushes them into me.

“You would die for me. I would kill for you. We are a perfect match, little bird.” He cinches the belt just as the pressure begins to explode out of me. My pussy clenches as my body seizes in its search for air.

He groans and jerks against me and I can feel the scald of his cum shooting deep inside of me. Stars burst within my vision as I’m rocked with wave after wave of shattering release that intensifies as I gasp a large breath past the loosened belt. It falls to the bed below me as his hands clamp around my hips. My elbows give and I collapse. I don’t even care that I can feel the buckle digging into me. Pain doesn’t register, just the euphoric warmth of his body stretching over me and untying my wrists.

Still seated deep inside of me, he curls my back against him and we lay, chests heaving, in the disheveled bed.

Whiskers brush against my ear as he nibbles lightly on my neck. One of his large hands settles over my breast, and with a sigh, he whispers. “Mine.”

Chapter Nine

Nikolai

I’vehadtroublesleepingfor years since my wife was killed. But, no longer. Waking up with Natalia in my arms has me rising like I’m twenty again. Rested. Invigorated. And, hard as a rock.

My internal debate on waking her up ends when my phone rings on the nightstand.

“Yes, Ivanov?” He has to figure out soon that I’ve had his daughter for weeks.

“Boss, are you available this morning?” The pitch of his voice betrays the calm delivery of his words. Panic tinges each syllable.

“I am. You can come over for breakfast at eight.”

Natalia stirs in her sleep and her breathing changes. Not my ideal way for her to wake up with a call from her father.

“Okay. Thanks, boss.”

The phone lands with a clamor on the smooth surface.

Fuck.

She turns to me, rubbing her nipples along my ribs. “Was that who I think it was?” She bats her green eyes as she smiles. Her nails rake tantalizing trails over my chest and send a twitch to my cock as she idly traces one of my tattoos.

It soothes the anger that threatens to grow within me. “He’ll be here in an hour. I’ll have the cook bring you your breakfast. The longer we can keep up the charade you are missing, the greater the weight will be on him.” Brushing one of her long copper tresses from her face, I pull her close so I can inspect the dull mark that still blemishes her perfect neck.

“Damn. I’m sorry, baby girl. It looks like daddy got a little carried away last night.” My thumb doesn’t smoothe it away, but she turns her cheek into my caress.

“I have no regrets. Kind of makes me wish I got kidnapped every day.” Her lips turn up in a mischievous grin.

She’s the devil, and I love her for it.

Pulling her to me, I sink into a long kiss before climbing out of bed with a groan. “I need to be ready. Stay here in your cage, little bird. I promise, one day, you’ll be free to roam again.”

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