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Jesus Christ, I don’teverwant him to stop.
His thrusts turn punishing, the hold on the back of my neck like a bar of steel as he keeps me pinned under water. This time, the water closes in heavier, thicker, as if the stream itself wants to keep me.
Sound vanishes.
Only the deep, muffled thud of my heartbeat and the ever increasing heat in my belly, remain. My vision blurs. My pussy clenches and ripples as Niko strokes me long and deep, fucking me without mercy, until all I know is his cock and the wave of bliss that consumes me as my orgasm erupts from my body.
The hand on the back of my neck loosens suddenly, and I surge upward, breaking the surface in a violent gasp. But he’snot done with me, oh, no. I fall forward onto the muddy bank, coughing, the world spinning, when my legs are kicked apart and ass is hoisted back up. Niko shoves my face into the dirt, impaling me on his cock, once more.
“You’re perfect.” He groans, the sound sinful and decadent. “So fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?”
Through the slits of my eyes I see a pair of figures standing in the shadows of the woods, just beyond the tree line, watching us. I panic, trying to buckle, but Niko’s massive hand keeps me in place.
“Shh, just a little bit more.” He soothes, his balls slapping my clit while the cool breeze caresses my naked flesh, causing my nipples to turn to two hard beads. “You can take it, Elena. Open that pussy nice and wide for me, let me feed her my cum.”
He spreads my cheeks, spitting on my hole. His thumb caresses the tight ring, then pushes through the barrier and remains seated there. The pressure is too much, and yet—I want more.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, half delusional, while I rock my hips, meeting his thrusts head on. Movement catches my eye, and my lids snap open, only to land on two very familiar faces.
“Nikolas—” I try, gaze bouncing between Rein and Hunter as they stand motionless, observing us. “Nikolas!” But he ignores me and clamps a hand over my mouth, muffling my protests.
Sounds I’ve never heard myself make before erupt from me when his thumb starts working in unison with the movement of his hips, hitting me in long dormant places. My lids shut as another wave of heat threatens to consume me. Long forgotten are the two brothers and their unsettling appearance in the forest in the middle of the night. Long forgotten is my naked body, splayed out for all to see, as I’m fucked into oblivion. All I know is the relief and peace that floods me as a piece of mysuppressed soul falls into place as the second orgasm leaves me a boneless mess.
Where it was always meant to be.
Hot liquid hits my back in streams as I lay on the cold ground, blissfully ignorant to my surroundings. Niko’s callused palms glide over my flesh, rubbing it in until my entire backside is covered with the sticky material.
“So soft. So beautiful,” he murmurs, a satisfied lilt to his words, wrapping me in my ripped nightgown and hoisting me up into his strong arms. “My scent is all over you, little lamb. I’ve marked you as mine. Andno onewill dare touch anything that’s mine.”
CHAPTER 17
“All Thieves Must Pay”
I wake to the sound of scratching against glass. My eyes snap open, my ears bleeding as the irritating noise becomes evenlouder.
“What the hell is making that noise?” I cough, my body sore from the hunt in the woods.
Springing out of bed, I glance around myself, for a second confused as to where I am. My heart grows as the events from earlier flash back in my mind, of how I finally faced my deepest fears and desires and let go.
I will never hide myself again, from anyone.Foranyone.
It’s a liberating thought, one that gives me hope that maybe someday, I will finally find a man that will love me for who I am. The entirety of me, not a bland version of a woman that he wishes to have by his side.
A pang hits my chest, sudden sadness overtaking me.
I will be leaving soon, just after I gather enough information for my thesis. I will never see Nikolas again.
My heart aches as realization strikes me, of how I have unintentionally grown attached to that brooding male, how he’s crawled under my skin and made a home for himself in the deepest part of my soul.
I don’t truly know him, I console myself; it would be a very dangerous thing for me to form a bond with a man that holds so many secrets. And yet, there’s something very strange yet so alluring about Nikolas, something that keeps me wanting more while at the same time warning me to keep my distance.
My thoughts flood with the other two mysterious figures that reside in the mansion.
Rein.
Hunter.
Did I imagine seeing them in the forest tonight?
