Page 16 of Kneeling for Daddy
Every thrust sends a shock wave of pleasure and pain through me. It’s too much, but it’s somehow also not enough. My body rebels against my mind, rushing toward the edge and the release he’s demanding from me. “Fuck!” I cry, clinging to him, and my nails dig into his shoulders. I want to scar him, ruin him like he’s ruining me.
With his teeth dragging against my throat as he pounds into me, he groans, “That’s it. Come for me. Let me feel this tight little pussy strangle my cock.” As though he has control over my body, I do. My orgasm rips through me without warning, a violent explosion that leaves me crying out his name in a strangled sob. Every inch of my body clenches hard around him, gripping him like a vise. He groans so loudly it vibrates inmychest, but he doesn’t stop. Nikolai drives into me harder and faster, chasing every last tremor of my release and pulling another one from me almost immediately. My body convulses around him again, my fingers tearing at his back until I feel the warmth of his blood under my nails.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, a wide grin spreading across his face as he slams into me again and again. “You say you hate me so much, but you can’t stop fucking coming for me.”I hate how right he is.Nikolai slips his hands under my knees, spreading my thighs wide as he balances me on his forearms and grips my ass with both hands. “Show me how much you hate me as your greedy little cunt swallows every inch of me.”
I try to glare at him, but I fail miserably when he thrusts into me ungodly deep. He bottoms out so hard that stars burst across my vision. “Fuck!” I scream, my hands clutching at his shoulders and my hips rolling helplessly as he drives into me again and again.
His grip is on my ass is bruising when he slows his thrusts and grits, “You feel that? That’s my cock splitting this tight little hole wide open. Making it mine. Filling you so fucking much that you’ll still feel me when we’re done. Making you come so fucking hard, you’ll dream about me taking you again because your body won’t know how to stop craving me.”
I can’t hold back the cry that rips from my throat as another orgasm crashes through me. With strands of hair matted to my damp skin, I cling to him like I’ll drown if I let go. He returns to his savage pace, groaning against my throat. “Tell me how much you hate me as I fill this tight little hole with my cum, marking my little wife asmine.”
“Nik…” I moan his name instead of an insult, my nails raking across his chest as I shatter for him again, my body convulsing violently in his firm hold.
“Fuck!” he snarls, raw and unrestrained, before slamming up into me one final time. His cock pulses deep, and his release spill inside me, flooding my pussy. The sensation wrings one last broken gasp from my throat, leaving me trembling and in ruins.
When he finally pulls out, I whimper at the loss. My thighs are sticky, his cum already trickling down my legs as he places my unsteady feet on the hardwood floor. His chest heaving with each breath, Nikolai tucks himself back into his pants with rough efficiency. Running a hand through his damp hair, a crooked grin pulls at his lips as his eyes burn into mine. “I’m more than willing to listen to you tell me how much you hate me again later.” His voice is ragged as he pulls his shirt over his head, covering the marks I left across his chest and back.
Later?The word claws at me, sinking deeper than his cock ever could. There can’t be a later. There shouldn’t have even been anow.
“Get cleaned up,” he orders, his tone calmer but no less commanding, as he glances at the slick evidence still running down my thighs. “Your brother should be here shortly with your things.”
Turning on his heel, he walks from the room. And I’m left ruined—branded from the inside out—wondering how the hell I’ll ever survive being his wife.
Like a warning, the sharp rap against the door reverberates through the apartment. Alek is earlier than I expected. I can hear the water running in the bathroom and assume that Ani is still in the shower. She’ll be fresh and clean, but evidence of what just transpired between us is written all over my body. My back burns where her nails clawed through my flesh, and I’m certain my shoulders will have tiny bruises from where she clung to me. The phantom squeeze of her cunt clenching around my cock is still present, it’s as if she needed to milk every drop of cum from me. And the scent of her… The delicious scent of her lilac perfume lingers on my skin and in the fabric of my shirt.
Fuck, she smells good.
Another, more aggravated, knock pounds against the door. While crossing the room, I smooth my shirt and give myself a quick glance in the mirror by the door.I’d rather not answer it with evidence of her smudged across my face.Pulling open the door, I find Alek standing on the other side. His arms are folded, and annoyance is written across his face. There are two of hismen behind him, each with a bellhop cart, hauling Ani’s luggage—suitcases, garment bags, shopping bags, and boxes.
“Well, she hasn’t killed you yet,” Alek exhales, brushing past me into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. “So, that’s good.”
I smirk to myself, stepping aside as the men grunt their way in with Ani’s things. As they pass, I get a glimpse at the shoes, purses, toiletries, and clothes. It’s far more shit than one woman should own. They pile it all in the foyer, and I count six suitcases, three boxes, and a pink bag so small and frilly it looks like it belongs to a child playing dress-up. Actually, there’s so much fucking pink I can’t help but wonder if they robbed Barbie’s Dream House on their way here.
“No homicide.”Though blood has definitely been drawn.I shut the door behind them, managing to keep my tone flat and holding back the chuckle fighting its way from my chest. “Ani and I have come to an… agreement.”
Alek cuts me a sharp and inquisitive look, but I don’t bother to elaborate. His gaze flicks around the apartment and toward the bedrooms. “Ani?”
“She’s still alive, too,” I jest, deadpan. “She was in the shower.”
As though on cue, she pads down the hallway bare foot and steps into the living area. She’s dressed in my clothes again, and I can’t help but like how adorable she is swimming in them. Crossing the room to us, she doesn’t even glance in my direction. Her face is pale and jaw tight, her arms tightening around her with every step she takes toward the two of us. She looks like she’s ready to crack.
Without saying a word, and with her gaze at her feet, she walks into the kitchen and helps herself to a bottle of water from the fridge. I might not know her well—or at all, excluding how amazing she feels wrapped around me—but even I recognize that her behavior is uncharacteristic. The girl who enjoys crawling under my skin by spitting venom at me every chance she gets currently can’t even bring herself to look me in the eye. Guilt gnaws at me, seeing what I can only assume is her remorse for consummating our marriage. Between that and the throbbing want for her already creeping back in, I can barely think straight.
Alek stares at his quiet sister for a moment. His brows lift as he turns toward me. “That’s… new.”
I almost can’t hold back my laugh.If only he fucking knew.My cock twitches at the memory of splitting her wide open as her little body clung to me like she couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. “She’s…” I clear my throat, “adjusting.”
“Adjusting,” Alek echoes me with a skeptical tone.
Joining her in the kitchen, he places his hand on her shoulder and lowers his voice. “You good?”
Ani looks up, her sharp eyes briefly meeting his, and her lips staying tightly pursed. She gives him a stiff nod and brushes past him, then me, heading across the living room. She stops near the wall of windows, folds her arms, and stares out at the skyline.
The morning sunlight frames her, dancing over her perfect skin and causing her light blonde hair to glow radiantly. My body reacts before my brain does. All I can see is her pressed against the glass with her nails clawing across my shoulders. My cock stirs at the thought, wishing that her tight pussy was gripping meagain. I shift my weight, covering the immature reaction beneath my zipper with a lazy lean against the doorframe.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t want her again. Not like this. Not this fast. Not with her brother standing a few feet away. But this foreign guilt over her new demeanor doesn’t erase the truth. It was the best fuck of my life—raw and messy, like every ounce of hate and fury between us had burned into something neither of us could control.
