Page 10 of Owned By her Enemy
I… he’s so crass, and yet. Yeah. I like it. I enjoy the way his gaze lingers on the swell of my breasts. I had to transfer the blade into the waistband of the little white silk pyjamas I’m wearing, but the press of that cool metal is nothing compared to the flame of desire that twists up my insides.
“Between your legs. Are you squirming with the thought of me inside you? Are you needy?”
“Yes.” And while not exactly true, it’s definitely not a lie. I am getting more and more turned on by him as we speak. There’s something about his presence. He’s much bigger than me, and when he cradled me in his arms as I had a meltdown over a small room, he didn’t even force me or lock me into, I felt safe. Cherished.
“Take off your clothes, come here, and show me your pussy is soaking,” he commands, and I freeze.
He’s calling my bluff.
If I remove my clothes, how will I murder him? Never mind, never mind. I’m earning his trust. Lulling him into a false sense of security. Maybe I’ll kill him in his sleep.
But my hands shake as I bring them to the little silk top I changed into. The last thing I see as I pull it over my head is his eyes going dark. It’s vulnerable as the silk brushes over my face. Then it’s over, it’s off and I blink at the light as I tug my hair free. Although my bare tits are just there, nipples pert—and this is what he wanted, right? He asked for me to get naked—he’s watching my eyes.
I take a step towards him, but he clatters the glass of whisky onto a table and holds up a hand to stop me approaching further.
“Now the rest.”
Hell, I thought men were supposed to lose their minds and become animals the moment they saw exposed flesh? But Nikolai is in no danger of losing control as I slide the pyjama shorts down my thighs.
Then the silk is pooled at my feet and my cheeks are heating as Nikolai still doesn’t look at my body, remaining apparently relaxed, one big hand cupped over the bulge of his erection, and the other carelessly laid on the arm of the sofa.
He nods and I take that as a signal to approach, leaving my pyjamas and means of killing him on the carpet behind me. I hesitate as I step closer, my heart pounding. Languidly, he eases forward and clasps my thighs, guiding me to stand between his knees. The brush of fabric and his warm palms on my naked skin makes me feel suddenly very exposed.
And my treacherous body likes it. Likeshim, my husband I’m going to… My brain shies away from the thought as excitement bubbles through me. My pussy throbs. He’s fully clothed, chin tilted up, eyes on my face, and I’m standing over him.
In this moment I’m powerful and wicked, and also at his mercy. It’s a heady combination.
“Spread your legs for me.”
There’s no doubt this is supposed to be scary and humiliating, but I must be wired wrong, because it’s hot as hell. As I step out until my knees brush his trousers I feel the moisture from my pussy, slick and sticky.
“That’s it.” He smiles slightly, just the merest upturn of the corner of his mouth, as I’m motionless again, waiting for his instructions. With deliberate slowness, he smooths his hand across my thigh, until he lightly covers the gap between my legs. His silver eyes glitter as his fingers slide down, and cup my pussy. Then one finger brushes over my folds, and though it’s a gentle touch, it flares excitement right to my core. My pussy clenches.
His finger glides through the slickness, and we both know what he’s found, our gazes lock.
I’m wet for him.
“Excellent,” he croons and it’s like that single word sends pleasure pulsing down my spine. “You’re a good girl for telling me the truth. I’m pleased with you.”
It’s a simple compliment, but my body’s reaction to this reckless game we’re playing is outrageous. It’s heady. I want his praise on repeat in my ears all day. It’s instantaneously my favourite ever song.
He withdraws his hand and brings it to his mouth, staring into my eyes as he inhales the scent of where the cream from between my legs has wetted his fingers. There’s uncensored enjoyment in his expression and I sway on my feet. I’m rocked. He… Did he just…?
“But not wet enough, because I have a big cock and you’re only little. I need you dripping when I take you.”
I let out an involuntary mew that sounds an awful lot like disappointment.
“Don’t worry, we can do other things.” In one movement, he stands and sweeps me up. There’s no warning before his strong arms are under my upper back and my knees, and I grasp at his chest for stability. That’s not needed though, as he has me secure. He strides to the bed and throws me onto it.
I barely have time to shriek as I hit the mattress before he drags me to the edge, kneels on the floor and tosses my thighs over his shoulders.
“You want me to take your virginity? First things first. Has a man ever licked you here?” He presses a kiss right onto my slit.
“No,” I gasp out as I try to sit up and see what he’s intending to do.
“Good,” he snarls, and the next moment my clit is in his mouth. He’s sucking it and I fall back against the covers, jerking at the intensity, a moan ripped from me.
I’ve touched myself down there, and thought I knew what I liked. But as it turns out, I had no clue. Because Nikolai is using more pressure than I’d ever apply, and it’s amazing. Plus, the scruff of his jaw rubs against my skin and the contrast heightens the pleasure. I’m boneless, a creature who belongs to him, held by him. It’s almost too much, and without my volition, I writhe away.
