Page 19 of One Dark Kiss (Grimm Bargains #2)

EIGHTEEN

Rosalie

I m a little embarrassed to admit, even to myself, that I m disappointed to find my bed empty when I tumble onto it. I haven t been able to banish the memory of that spectacular orgasm, and I want an excuse to tear up the sheets again with Alexei.

Is that stupid? Yes, definitely.

Is that a violation of legal ethics? Without question.

Have I been spared? Of course.

Groaning, I turn onto my stomach, my ankles hanging off the bed, and tell myself to get up, wash my face, and disrobe.

But I don t move. Even with my eyes closed, the room is spinning around me.

Just how many drinks did I have, anyway?

Thank goodness Alana had both picked me up and dropped me off in her chauffeured car.

While I won t take advantage of my friend s wealth, sometimes her good fortune comes in handy.

Although ending up with Thorn Beathach might not be good fortune. He s dangerous.

Like Alexei.

I snooze for a while and awaken with the room still dark and my clothes still on. Heat flashes into my face. Thank goodness my half-admitted and definitely moronic plan to escape reality for a night had not come to fruition.

Fingers dance along my ankle and smooth off my high heel.

I jump and flip over, partially sitting up.

What? Then I stop breathing. Alexei stands in front of me, his scarred torso bare, his face blanketed by shadows.

Moonlight streams around his strong body from the window behind him, caressing him while leaving his front in darkness.

Like an apparition. One with cut muscle and long-ago healed wounds.

I swallow.

Without speaking, he reaches down and removes my other shoe.

I scamper away from him, sitting all the way up.

He cocks his head, but I can t see his face. His eyes glow an unholy hue. Why are you on the bed clothed?

Barely clothed, really. The silk skirt has ridden up to the top of my thighs, and the slender straps of my tank top are halfway down my arms. My vulnerable state penetrates my still foggy brain. I fell asleep.

I see. Without seeming to move, he sets his body between my legs, flush against the bed. One finger tugs my strap down more. You been drinking, Rosalie?

Yes. I swallow, tucking my elbows to my ribs to prevent the top from falling. Why had this seemed like a good idea?

His other finger finds the other strap. Did you mean to get drunk?

Yes, I whisper.

He pulls and the straps slide down my arms while the tank drops to my waist. You never need an excuse with me, Kotik.

With his fingers still wound around the straps, he also clasps the bottom of the tank and pulls everything over my head.

Cool air brushes my breasts, bringing me back to reality completely.

I hold up a hand. Wait a minute. You know I ve been drinking.

His chuckle heats the room. I do. He plants one hand on my upper chest and pushes.

I fall back on the bed, and in a second, he swipes the skirt and thong down my legs to toss on the floor. Wait-wait a second.

No. He drops to his knees and presses his face into my pussy, breathing deep. I ve craved your scent all fucking day.

Wetness spills from me. That should not be a turn on. It s wrong. He s all wrong. I ve screwed up big time. All right. I use one hand to push myself to sit again and try to close my thighs.

He looks up, frowning like a treat has been taken away. Keeping my gaze, he sinks his teeth into my thigh.

The erotic bite sends pain and then a burning pleasure through my body. I slap his head. What is it with you and biting? Without waiting for an answer, I tunnel my fingers into his hair and grab a good chunk. You need to listen to me.

He turns his head, scraping me with the bristle on his jaw. Then, shocking me, he leans back, still crouching between my legs. I m listening.

My throat closes and I release him. He s listening? Even with his face shrouded by darkness, his eyes gleam. Um. This is a mistake.

This is inevitable. Even the dark confidence in his tone is arousing.

I scrub both hands down my face. I did this on purpose. I want him. Have I ever wanted a man this much? Is it the danger? Or am I just curious? This is just sex, I murmur, relaxing. Okay.

This is more, he returns.

I jolt and drop my hands to the bed, curling my fingers into the plush comforter.

You don t need to say that. I m sure he s full of the perfect expressions to get women into bed with him.

I m just a number, and I ll make him that as well.

A little voice in the back of my head calls me a liar.

He s one of a kind. Good or bad, right or wrong, he s unique. I don t need lies.

You were made for me, Rosalie. Whether you like it or not. His hands land on my legs, his thumbs digging into my inner thighs.

Romantic words that I don t require. Or want. I don t need a seduction, Alexei. We have to be on the same page.

His thumbs dig in more, certainly bruising me, and he spreads my legs. You think this is a seduction? Baby, you ve been with the wrong men.

I tighten my hold on the comforter to keep from falling back. Then what is this?

He ducks and runs his face along my abused thigh, ending right back up where he started, sucking my clit into his mouth.

Electricity arcs through me, even singeing my ears. Then he goes at me with teeth, tongue, lips, fingers—showing absolutely no mercy. My arms begin to tremble and then give out. I fall onto my back.

With a pleased hum against me, he grips my butt with both hands, squeezing and bringing me off the bed to his mouth.

It s too much. I m so close, God, he s good at this.

I can t think. Every time I m right there, he changes his angle or bites me, stopping the orgasm right as it awakens. He s brutal. Devastating. Infuriating.

My head thrashes on the bed, and I blindly reach for a pillow to shove over my face. The men in my boarding house might be mostly deaf, but I m about to scream. I know it.

If he lets me.

At least three fingers inside me, twisting and turning, he bites my clit.

I shriek into the pillow, detonating into shards of me that might never fit back together again.

Shocking wave after wave barrels through me, sparking the world into fire.

He forces me to ride the flames until I finally come down, my body limp and weak.

Even then, he licks me, getting his fill.

I shudder, unable to move. Unable to stop him.

Finally, he releases me and stands, removing his belt. Then his jeans and boxers.

I can t think.

He grasps my thighs and flips me over, yanking me back onto my knees. My hands struggle to find purchase on the destroyed bedspread. His fingers bruise my hips. Rosalie? You asked what this was. He shoves into me with one brutal push.

Pain that rapidly turns to white hot pleasure explodes throughout me. One I ve never felt before. God, he s huge. Overwhelming me.

He leans over, his mouth at my ear. This is a claiming.

He bites the shell of my ear and stands, gripping my hips.

Then he doesn t move. Just stands there, in full control of us both, his cock pulsing inside me.

I can feel the demand. The control he has is terrifying.

A shiver licks up my back, trying to warn me. But it s too late.

Deep inside me, deeper than he is, I know it s too late. For what, I m not sure. Not yet.

Need builds inside me, and I can t believe his strength. Control is the only word for it. How is he not moving? I can help but clench around him.

A growl emerges from behind me, and a light triumph fills me. I do it again.

He pulls out and pounds back inside me. Once and again ... then stops.

On all that s holy. He s not human.

It has been at least seven years for him, and he s ruling his body. And mine. I could never do that. I clench again, trying to get him moving. The need inside me has stolen my breath, and I ache in a way that can t be healthy. Alexei.

He leans over again, licking the slight wound he left on my skin. What is this, Rosalie? he rasps, his warm breath heating my ear.

I shiver. No. Nope, Not playing that game.

Nope. I clench again. I can t let him win this one.

It s too important, even though I barely understand the parameters.

It isn t a game. Gut instinct tells me that.

If I can just get him moving, he ll be swept away as fast as me.

I know it. I move forward and then slam back against him.

His sharp intake of breath gives me hope.

Then he grabs my hair and yanks back, forcing my head up and my back to bow.

I can t move an inch. Not at all. From this angle, I feel him even deeper inside me. His grip unrelenting, he reaches around me with his free hand and palms my breast before pinching my nipple.

Hard.

I gasp, my thighs dampening. No. Not me. I m not a girl who likes pain.

He reaches over and palms the other breast. I suck in air, holding it. He chuckles and the sound is dark. Then he pinches, twisting viciously.

I cry out and then quickly bite my lip. All I need is for somebody to hear me and come looking.

Burning fire flashes from my breasts to my pussy.

Nothing matters except how I feel right now.

What I have to have. There is nothing else.

Need has turned to a desperate craving. I don t know myself right now.

That hurt ... and I liked it. At least my body did. Alexei, I whisper jaggedly.

His free hand descends onto my ass. Hard.

I gasp.

Once and again. The erotic pain digs deep beneath my skin to where he pulses inside me. Not going to ask again.

Claiming, I blurt out. It s a claiming.

Good girl. The praise fills something inside me that ll embarrass me later. Right now, there s nothing but him. Still holding my hair, he grips my hip and pulls out before powering back inside me.

Then he lets loose. Finally.

His savage thrusts rock the bed even as he holds me in place.

Right where he wants me. I want to lower my chin and bury my face in the comforter, but he keeps me at that vicious angle.

Head up, back arched, butt in the air. He pounds against me, hard and wild, and I start to climb again.

A stirring begins inside me, sparking into a live wire that uncoils deep and then explodes.

I shut my eyes and bite my lip to keep from screaming as my body gyrates with a wild orgasm that sucks every ounce of energy I have away.

Sobbing, I come down, trying to breathe, my lungs shrieking for air.

He doesn t even slow.

The sound of flesh slamming forcefully against flesh fills the room. I mumble something but am not sure what.

In response, he releases my hair, grasps my nape, and pushes me down. I turn my head at the last second on the bed so I can breathe, held down and held open by him.

He s relentless.

I soften, unable to do anything else. I m spent, and he s still rock hard, drilling into me. A spark ignites where we meet. No way. I blink. Three times in one night is a record. His hold tightens on my neck.

Then his free fingers find my clit.

I try to shake my head, but he has me captured. No, Alexei, I whisper brokenly. I can t. Really. I m swollen and sore. Three times is a miracle for me. I usually don t make it to one. Stop.

For answer, he pinches my clit.

I suck in air, too startled to scream. The pain is unreal. His finger wipes along my wet thigh, and then he s gently rubbing my abused clit. My body starts to move in rhythm with his finger. No. I can t, I whisper brokenly. Please. Now I m begging.

He ignores me. Flicks me lightly. I shudder, opening even wider for him.

Somehow, his finger is at my mouth, and he shoves it in. I taste myself on him. Then he pulls out, and his wet finger slides against my clit again. I tremble, wide open to anything he wants to do.

He pounds harder, holding me in place, and then scrapes his nail against me.

I fly away into an orgasm that has me silently screaming, my mouth open, no sound coming out.

My body jerks and flails, held in place by him.

Fire blasts through me, and I shut my eyelids, the blood pounding through my head so loudly, it s the only sound in existence.

Just as I come down, finally, completely broken, he stops inside me, holding tight as his body jerks against me.

His climax takes forever.

Finally, he releases me, pulls out, and flips me back over. His hands on my hips toss me farther up on the bed, and then he s on top of me. It s been a long seven years, Peaflower. You re not gonna get a lot of sleep. His mouth takes mine.

Hard.