Page 68 of Wilt

The words sit in the air after I’ve said them.

“If you make him take you, then it’s a win, Rosalind.”

Those words sit there, too.

“That handsome asshole walked in and kissed you on the cheek and said goodnight and left. After he said he’d make you come if you were good. Did he? No. He left, like an asshole.”

I narrow my eyes in the mirror. I’ve made up my mind, and I suck in a heavy breath, steeling my nerves for what I’m about to do.

The door to his room is open when I get there, and he’s sitting on the sofa with a glass of amber liquid in hand.

Nikolai turns as I enter, taking me in. We’re both still dressed, except his shoes and socks are off, dress jacket, too. His ruby cufflinks glint on the coffee table, and his snow-white sleeves are down. “Didn’t I send you to bed?”

I shrug in the most seductive way I can muster. “I’m not good at listening sometimes.”

When I don’t leave, he sets down his drink and rises.

“Go to bed, Rose.” Taking my wrist, he leads me to the door.

“Nikolai, let go. Please.”

He turns and stops. A beat passes, one that makes the air grow taut. I look up at him as he drops my wrist, struggling to breathe. I don’t break our eye contacts as I unzip the dress and let it fall. I’m there, facing him in the hall, in just the collar, garter belt, stockings, and heels. Nothing else.

“I want you. I know it’s wrong, but I do. Please, Nikolai. Please.”

He still doesn’t speak, just looks, taking his fill. Suddenly, his fingers are soft and light on my cheek, and I yelp as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, his hand high on my thighs. He strides into his room, tossing me on the bed, and as I part my thighs for him, his eyes turn dark fire.

Sliding onto the bed next to me, he doesn’t take his time. He strokes his fingers along my pussy and I whimper. Nikolai smiles and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking a moment.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Rose.”

I can’t help it; I pout at him. “Why not? You want me. I know you do. I felt you all night.”

“It’s called a fucking cock, Rose. An erection. You’re hot, gorgeous and willing. I’d have to be dead not to get a hard on around you.”

I give a little groan. “But I want you. I’m going insane.” In my head, I know this sounds batshit, desperate. He kidnapped me and now I’m basically begging him to fuck me, but I can’t stop myself. I reach out for him, but he takes my hand before I can touch him.

“Rose.” It’s the voice of demand. An order. My breath catches—I think I’m aroused even more, if that’s possible. “You’re hard to resist, but I’m not fucking you.”

He kisses me. It’s a wild, erotic kiss. His mouth is hot and demanding, full of dark promises that drive me higher with need. His tongue tangles with mine and his fingers play with my pussy, dipping inside, teasing until I’m shaking. Then he kisses a trail along my chin, my throat, nipping, biting until he moves down to my breasts to suck hard on a nipple.

Plunging his fingers into me, he bites down, and the sharp shock shatters me. Violent lightning, made of pleasure, strikes my clit, nipple, inside me, and he curls his fingers as I come so hard, I scream.

Nikolai’s strokes soften, an undulating rhythm that leads me through the over sensitivity and onto a different path, one heading to more pleasure like before, and my hips start to rise with each pull of his fingers.

His mouth whispers up, following a trail of kisses to my mouth, then to my ear. “Sweet fucking Rose, you are beyond responsive. A symphony that’s all mine.”

“Yes.” The word tears from me, thick, heavy, and he comes back, keeping me hovering in pleasure, the leisurely strokes of his fingers not stopping as he takes my mouth again.

This kiss is different, like a meeting of the charming man at the restaurant and the demanding man I know here. This is him, the real him. The words swirl in my brain, and I don’t know if they’re true, but to me, they are. I can’t get enough of him. Hot and heavy and deep kisses. Things that make the world shift, cocooning us like no one or nothing exists but us. Here. This place. Intoxicating, dreamy, and I’m drugged, flying high, leaning into him.

Each time his mouth pulls back, I follow, like I need it, need him, these kisses, like I need to breathe. I’m lost in him, and I want more.

Nikolai moves back, rising, but his fingers in me don’t stop. The air smells like sex; tension and need hang heavy around us. “What you do, Rose…”

“You won’t let me do anything.”

Nikolai’s eyes narrow as he laughs. “Holy mother fucking hell. You…” He shakes his head. “I don’t think there’s anyone like you.”

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