Page 15 of Kneeling for Daddy
Her nostrils flare. “Fine. Then I’ll find another one.”
“No, you won’t.” I raise two fingers into the air and remind her, “Rule number two.”
Ani folds her arms over her chest, glaring up at me with her hazel eyes ablaze like she’s daring me to cross the line. “Watch. Me.”
“You think you’re the first woman to try to fight me?” I ask, walking into the room, closing the door behind me with a quiet click. “You think you’re the first who’s wanted to see if she could make me bend?”
Her eyes flash. “And do you always win?”
I smile, slow and cold. “Every. Fucking. Time.”
She wants to believe she is immune. That she can resist me with her sharp tongue and cutting wit, but her body betrays her. She can’t hide the flush in her cheeks or the quick pulse at her throat. Ani takes a step back, enough to acknowledge that some part of her knowsexactlyhow dangerous I am.
I close the distance between us again. “I’m not like them,” she insists, retreating backward again.
“No,” I agree, following her retreat until I’m crowding her against the windows. “You’re far worse. Because you make me need toprove it.”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. The air between us is thick and charged. One touch and it’ll ignite. My hand lifts before I can stop it, hovering inches from her jaw. I want to feel her skin against my palm again. I want to drag my thumb against the soft curve of her mouth until she bites down in defiance.
“You can fight. You can scream, but you are here, and youaremine.”
Her chest rises sharply, and she swallows hard. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“I don’t need to. I can see it in the way you’re looking at me right now.” I cup her jaw and drag my thumb roughly along her lower lip, watching intently as she parts them for me without her even realizing it.
“You can hate me,” I rasp, my breath hot against her. “Go ahead. Hate me all you want.” My lips crash against hers before she can retort. It isn’t sweet. It isn’t careful. It’s rough, claiming—my mouth devouring hers like I’ve been starving for years and finally found something worth biting into.
She lets out a muffled protest, her fists curling tight against my chest for a brief moment before she melts.Fuck.Her lips open, granting me access, and her tongue eagerly meets mine with a hunger she will never admit to. The sound that rips from her isn’t resistance. It’s a feral moan that I greedily swallow.
I grip the loose fabric of my T-shirt on her tiny frame and drag her against me until there’s no space left. My other hand tangles in the platinum strands of her hair, yanking her head back just far enough to kiss her deeper and harder. She tastes like defiance and hatred, like I’ll never get enough now that I’ve had a sampled it.
Her fingers fist my shirt. I expect her to push me away, but she doesn’t. Her perfectly manicured nails dig into my chest as she matches my need with heat that sets my blood on fire. I break our kiss and pull back just far enough to whisper against her swollen lips as my thumb drags possessively over them. “You can hate me. But you can do it while I fuck you.”
Her sharp inhale is the only answer I need. It’s want. Raw, feral need. I capture her mouth again, swallowing it whole, dragging her body tighter against mine as her moan vibrates between us.
At least this hate-filled sham of a marriage won’t be sexless…
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but letting Nikolai kiss me might be a bigger one than agreeing to marry him. This doesn’t feel like a kiss. It feels like being consumed. He devours me, his tongue rough and greedy as it plunders my mouth. And worse—so much worse—is that I give it back. My lips, my mouth, and my traitorous body are all sparking to life like I’ve been waiting for this exact kind of punishment.
His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back, angling my mouth where he wants it. My fingers wrap around his shirt, and I know I should push him away, but they curl even tighter. My body aches against him, pressed so close every hard line of him rubs against me, and one in particular digging insistently against my stomach. I moan into his mouth, and it only fuels him.
He breaks our kiss just long enough to tear his oversized T-shirt over my head. It barely hits the floor before his large hands wrap around my waist. Hastily, Spinning us, he leads me toward the window like I’m weightless, and my back hits the icy pane with a sharp gasp. The shock burns against my bare skin, and I shiver. “Cold?” he growls against my lips, his mouth dragging along myjaw and down to my throat. His teeth scrape over the delicate skin, directly over where my pulse is hammering out of control. “Good. I want you trembling when I take you.”
I should tell him to go to hell, but the words twist in my throat when he grips the waistband of the sweatpants I’m wearing, jerking them roughly over my hips. I should shout that I hate him. Instead, I find myself clawing at his belt like my body is fueled with feral need. My fingers work clumsily, frantically tugging until I finally tear it free. I undo the button and lower his zipper, my hand slipping into his pants before the logical side of my brain has a chance to catch up with what is happening.
I wrap my hand around his shaft and gasp aloud. The size and weight of him in my palm, throbbing hot and heavy against my skin, causes my stomach to flip. He’s thick. Long. So much bigger than I expected. My fingers barely circle him as I stroke upward and pull him free from his pants.
“You like what you feel, little wife?” His smirk is a sharp cut against his otherwise brutal face. He flexes his hips, thrusting his length into my palm. As he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly chiseled body, my eyes widen. “Worried I’m going to be more than you can handle?” I want to slap the arrogance out of him, but my hand doesn’t stop moving. Sliding over him, I stroke his length even as my cheeks burn with heatandshame.Everything about this is wrong…“Fuck,” he growls, his head dropping to my shoulder. “Keep touching me like that and I’m not going to last long enough to fuck you against this window for the whole fucking city to enjoy.”
Before I can snap back at him, he lifts me from the floor and up to his chest. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he pins me against the glass, the cold shocking me again, and a violent shiver running through me, the contrast of his burningheat against my chest and the icy pane at my back leaving me gasping.
I cry out—half shock, half pleasure—as he thrusts inside with one hard, brutal stroke. My body might be ready, but I was not prepared for this. Forhim. He stretches me wide as he buries himself so deep I swear he’s splitting me in two. My nails rake down his back, desperate for something to hold onto as I struggle to accommodate him. “Oh, God—” I choke, my head tipping back against the glass.
“God has nothing to do with this, Ani,” Nikolai groans, low and guttural, vibrating against my skin as he buries himself inside me again. His lips drag against my ear, biting my lobe before he snarls, “You might hate me, but this wet little pussy doesn’t. She’s greedy. She wants me. Wants to be stretched, filled, and fucking ruined by me.”
“Shut up,” I pant, but it comes out broken and needy.
“Tell me to stop,” he dares, grinding harder. With my body betraying me with every thrust, I clench even tighter around him until I’m nearly sobbing from the overwhelming sensation of him filling me. “Tell me and I’ll pull out.” But I don’t.I can’t.The only sound I can manage is another helpless gasp when he retreats nearly all the way from me and slams back into me even deeper. The window rattles at my back, my body sliding along the icy surface as he takes me, merciless and fast.
