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Katya

I don’t believe him when he says he has a new and better way of helping me heal. It’s so sudden, his proclamation, that it leaves me reeling. I shake my head at him and give him what I hope is a stern, resolved look.

“There’s no way I’m letting you tie my hands behind my back as a way of helping me heal, Nikolai.”

The corner of his mouth tugs upward in a lopsided grin, the kind that’s all knowing; a mystery waiting to be solved. “Well, you do want to leave here walking on both feet, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then, maybe, you shouldn’t be picky about the healing process.”

“I’m not dumb.” I laugh for the third time today, flapping my arms restlessly. He laughs too, and for a brief moment, time seems to stand still for both of us. Of course, he’s still my number one enemy but at least now, there’s a change in him; a rather dignified one, if I may. He’s calmer and maybe a little bit kinder, which makes no sense since he’s still clearly wary of me. “I know what you’re gonna do once my hands are tied behind my back.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me what you think I might do to you.” I watch him expertly remove the magazine of his gun to examine the chamber and to confirm that it’s completely empty. He cocks

what I guess is the slide and the trigger but glances up at me when I don’t answer him.

“What are you doing?” I stutter through the question. It’s not my finest moment but I have to ask.

He shrugs. “Listening for the firing pin to reset?” He begins assembling of his gun again. “Have you been around guns before?”

“No, just you. There’s no shortage around you.”

“Haha, very funny.” He means it as sarcasm, but he’s smiling too. “Gun needs to be taken off or it could get jammed up when I want it to fire.”

I gasp, smiling proudly. “Oh my God. Imagine if you survived all those wounds just to die because your gun jammed?”

“Exactly,” he puts the gun on the floor by his feet and links his fingers together. “Although you seem more excited with the prospect of me dying than anything else.”

“Oh, sue me!”

He sighs, smiling. After a while, he looks up at me, and I feel my heart clench. “Pretty sure you didn’t respond to my question.”

I already know what he’s talking about but I say nothing, pretending that this is a normal conversation between people like us. He rises, towering above me, and methodically takes off his belt. “Stand up and turn around. Trust me.”

“I don’t trust you,” I say, laughing, perplexed by his honest arrogance. “I don’t trust a single word from your mouth, Nik.” But I’m standing and flipping around without knowing why.

Nikolai grabs both my arms, pulls them tight together with one hand, and locks them with the belt. I feel him tighten the loops, a deep growl forming in his throat. “Tell me if it gets too tight.”

“Okay.”

He drags the belt again, and I jump. “Tight,” I mutter under my breath. “Are you trying to get my hands amputated back there?”

“Sorry,” he rasps, and I still go. I don’t know if he means the apology or if this is just words but I like how he says it with authority, like the words are the only ones he knows by heart.

He stands, leading me toward the door. “Where are we going? It’s cold outside!”

“I know. That’s the fun and danger I want to show you.”

I’m terrified. That’s the thing. I’m utterly terrified of this man right here, right now. I’m under his spell as he towers behind me, my hands tied firmly behind my back. And yet, even then, I don’t tell him to stop or scream at the top of my lungs for release. I just follow him outside where the cold blocks out any rational thought. From here on out, anytime we speak, there’s a slither of smoke coming out of our mouths.

That’s how cold we are.

Which is exactly why I catch myself screaming when he tugs my shorts downward until they’re a disjointed mess around my ankles. “What are you doing? I’m fucking cold, Jesus Christ!”

He turns me around without a second thought and goes down on his knees. I don’t know what to expect. But maybe I do. Maybe the only rational thing a man on his knees can do is to fuck you with his mouth. I mean…that’s the thing, right?

I’m flushed everywhere.

I’m hot. Needy. Restless. Horny.

I can go on. I’m…fucked.

“You’ve got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he groans, his hands coming up to massage each ass cheek. This is pure worship. “I keep thinking about how fucking delicious you taste. I could eat you all day, everyday, and not get tired. Do you understand what I’m saying? I’m…fucking obsessed with your body.”

I swallow loudly and press my face against the stiff wood that’s the wall. “I’m supposed to be…cold.”

“Are you?”

“I’m…hot.”

“Where?”

“You know where.”

“No, I don’t. Tell me. Show me.”

“Bastard.” I’m breathless. “You’ve got my hands tied firmly behind my back. How do you expect me to show you that I’m soaking wet? How can I show you that I want your mouth on my pussy?”

He chuckles softly and kisses each ass cheek. “I like it when you lose control and tell me what you want. It’s deliciously hot.”

“Nik—” Nikolai drags a finger to my pussy, swiping it from behind in a teasing, gentle swirl. “Oh, bloody hell!”

He adds another finger and I yelp. “God, that’s good. That’s…mmmm…oh, oh…”

He stands, unzips his pants and brings out his cock. Without pausing, he thrusts inside of me.

“I…still haven’t gotten used to your…length.”

“You don’t have to give me the G-rated version. Just say it. You’re not used to my cock.”

“Will I ever get used to it?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer. It’s a stupid test. There’s no way I’m ever going to get used to his cock or the mind blowing sex we have, because we’re soon going to get out of here. When we do, we’re going to go back to our old lives. I’m going to go back to hating him from a distance, and he’s going to go back to…whatever the hell people like him do. Murder, perhaps.

Nikolai shifts behind me, adjusting his very hard cock inside of me. He arches his hips in that slow, decisive way he’s learned to do with me, and at once the weirdness dissipates. I’m filled with pleasure instead.

“How’s this?” he asks.

Why is he so gentle? Why is he making me feel things?

“It’s great…mmmm keep doing that.”

He thrusts in and out, still keeping the same slow tempo like we’re never leaving here. Like we belong together. The slick, wet sounds of our bodies meeting riot in my head, because I know that it mirrors my need. I can say that I hate him all I want, but my body will always crave his. It’s the truth.

He loses control next. He grabs my hair in one hand and with the other, holds my hips so he can thrust in faster.

He says, “I like the way you take me in. Your pussy is dripping for me…so sweet…so fucking sweet,” in a voice that’s pure torture. In the deepness of his voice, the accent emerges, slicing through his syllables like an old friend.

“Oh, please, keep going, please…” My voice breaks on its own accord. Nikolai pounds even harder, grunting into the fall of my hair.

“You’re mine,” he growls, more to himself than to me. “I don’t think I can ever let you be with another man like this, Katya. I’m a jealous man…I have to own you.”

“I’m not…your…property…God! Mmmm…”

He continues, not stopping, not slowing down. “I want to be the only man who gets to fuck this delicious pussy. Baby…let me in…”

I’m crying now. I don’t know why, but I’m crying and shivering and loving every second of his body on mine. I’m screaming too as I come, shaking down to my toes.

He comes as well, moaning my name over and over again like a mantra.

But he doesn’t stop there. He pulls out, only to spin me around and shove me harder against the wall. My tied hands scrape the wood, and I whimper, caught between the sting and the pulsing ache still ripping through me. “Nikolai, it’s too much,” I gasp.

“Too much?” His grin is feral and glinting with something unhinged. He grabs my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. “You absolutely can handle the pleasure, Katya. I’m not done with you. I’ll never be done with you.” His breath is hot against my lips, his cock still hard, pressing insistently against my thigh. “You’re gonna take it all, every fucking inch, until you’re begging me to stop.”

I shake my head, weak, dizzy, my body betraying me as heat pools low again. “I should hate you,” I spit, but it’s a lie, and he knows it. My thighs clench, slick with him, with me, and he smirks like he’s won.

“Hate me all you want, baby. Your pussy doesn’t lie. It’s screaming for me.” He drops to his knees again, yanking my legs apart despite my half-hearted squirm. His tongue dives into me, relentless, lapping up the mess we’ve made, and I scream, my bound hands clawing uselessly at the air. “Fuck, your taste drives me so fucking crazy every time,” he growls into my flesh, sucking hard on my clit until my knees buckle. “I could drown in you and die happy.”

“More… please…” I’m sobbing now, overstimulated, my body a live wire sparking under his tongue. And he doesn’t stop. He shoves two fingers inside me, curling them deep, pumping fast while his mouth devours me, and I’m gone, shattering again, my cries echoing in the frigid air.

He rises, towering over me, and wipes his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. “You think you’re cold? I’ll fuck the chill right out of you.” He grabs my hips, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and slams me back against the wall. My legs wrap around him instinctively, and he thrusts in again, deeper this time, stretching me past what I thought I could take. Pain and pleasure bleed together, and I’m moaning, clawing at nothing, lost in the brutal rhythm of his hips.

“Tell me you want it,” he snarls, his grip bruising my thighs. “Tell me you need my cock splitting you open.”

“I… I do…” I’m panting, happiness filling me, and my hips roll into him, chasing the filthy high.

“Say it again, Katya, or I’ll tie you tighter and fuck you until you break.” His voice is a low, guttural threat, and he pulls the belt on my wrists, the leather biting into my skin.

“I need it,” I choke out, hating myself, loving him, spiraling into the rot of us. “I need your cock… please, Nik, don’t stop.”

“That’s my girl,” he purrs, dark and possessive, and he pounds into me harder, the wet slap of our bodies obscene in the freezing silence. “Your body answers too, do you hear me? This pussy, this body, this fucking soul—mine.” His teeth sink into my neck, and I scream again, coming undone as he fills me with his cum, marking me inside and out.

We’re animals now, clawing, rutting, drowning in each other’s filth. He groans my name, a broken prayer, as he spills into me again.