Page 95 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

I didn’t like to be tied. I tried hard to push images out of my head of my last experience when I was tied.

“Keep your eyes on me, Olivia,” Nikolai’s voice had me bringing my head back to his face. My heart beat so hard, it hurt my chest. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do this. Panic swelled inside me, my breathing raggedy. “What is the safe word?”

My mind blanked out, fear consuming me. There wasn’t enough oxygen in this room. I jerked my wrists tied together above my head against the rope. With each jerk, my breathing became heavier. Black dots started to appear in front of my eyes.

“Breathe,” Nikolai commanded, but it barely registered through the haze in my brain.

He repeated in a firm but soft voice. “Take a breath in. Now!”

Without realizing it, I obeyed taking a big inhale.

“Now breathe out.” I followed the command, my breath leaving my lungs in a slow exhale. “Do it again,” he ordered.

I repeated and slowly the fog started to clear.

“Tell me the safe word, Olivia.” His voice was a purr.

We locked eyes, his firm gaze calming me. The scar on his face was such a stark opposite to his soft, caressing voice.

“Pomegranate,” I finally replied with a shaky smile, my voice slightly trembling.

“Good job,” he praised. “You will not forget it.”

I nodded my head in confirmation, as I watched his every movement. God, I hoped I wouldn’t forget it. It was hard to think while my heart pounded as hard as it did, the adrenaline and panic ran through my veins.

He pulled something out of his pocket, it was hard to see under the dim lights. He slowly crept over my body, placing kisses on my skin. Each kiss burned, creating a sizzling trail… from my calf, over my knee, my thighs to my stomach. Wherever his body brushed against mine, created friction. He lingered slightly longer over my nipples, taking it between his teeth causing my body to arch off the bed. He stopped too fast.

“Ready?” His face was inches from mine, his eyes watching for any signs.

“Yes.” I wasn’t sure if I was but I would give it a try.

He brought a black tie and placed it over my eyes. The silk blocked my sight, and for a moment, I felt disoriented. He tied it behind my head, and although I couldn’t see him, I felt his every move by using all my other senses. His sound with each breath he took, shuffle of sheets under our bodies, the light touch of his body against mine; it all amplified tenfold.

I anticipated his next step holding my breath.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered softly, his hot breath on my ear. His lips took mine, our tongues tangled in need, a faint taste of bourbon teasing me. His body blanketed mine, his heat seeping through me, igniting my desire.

His fingers lightly brushed against my inner thigh, close to my core. With a sharp intake of air, my body leaned into his touch, needing more. This felt electric… erotic. I needed him closer.

“My malysh is greedy,” he chuckled, his voice deep. The bed shifted under his weight, a light shuffling in the furthest corner of the bedroom. I followed the noise by turning my head. What was he doing? I needed him, my whole body burned for him. Now was not the time to be searching for things.

“Where are you going?” I asked in a breathless voice. But no sooner I said that, I heard steps approaching.

“Are you ready?” Nikolai’s voice was smooth, like the expensive smooth scotch. I was getting drunk off it.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left my lips, a lightest touch of a material brushed against my breast. The sensation was amplified and the sweetest shiver of anticipation ran through my body. Without my sight, every other sense heightened.

His mouth traced down my collarbone, down to my chest and closed over my left nipple. He bit on it, immediately followed by suckling to ease the sting. The fire exploded within me, and

my pussy clenched with anticipation, hot desire bursting through my veins. He turned his attention to my other breast, and I moaned out loud, wetness pooling between my thighs.

I crave him so much, it hurts.

Arching my back off the bed, I tried to signal him I needed more.

“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me what you want.”

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