Page 9 of Kidnapped Bride

My core tightened around him without any more stimulation on my clit, and the tiny gasps for air he allowed me were barely enough space to squeak out how good it felt.

"Yes… Now… Coming…"

Convulsions hit me again, this time more powerful, and when he let go of my throat, the gulp of air I took in made my vision blur. The room spun, and all I could do was lie there shuddering and convulsing, twitching under him while he fucked me senseless.

"Yes, squeeze me… Come on…" Niko's hand slid up my back to my hair where he fisted his hand and pulled, forcing my head backward.

Then his teeth sank into my neck hard, making me jerk more violently, and I felt his heat flood my insides.

Pulse after scorching pulse of his release warmed me and drained out around him.

My body was spent and slicked with sweat, but he continued to glide in and out of me a few times until I was calm and he was going soft.

"Wow, you are so incredible," he said, kissing me. I tasted the salty musk of my flavor on his tongue and tried not to feel grossed out by it. He pulled out, and I felt the rest of his cum gush from me. I winced and he smirked at me. "Messy little princess, aren't you?"

"God, it's humiliating, don't make me feel bad." I sat up and pressed my hands to my cheeks.

But somehow, this part wasn't as embarrassing as anything else he'd said to me.

Niko picked up his pants and tugged them on, then zipped them and nodded down the hallway. "Upstairs, first door on the right. Have a shower… I'll make dinner."

My eyes flicked that way, but I felt out of place going for a shower in his fancy house. We didn't know each other that well, and he was trusting me with his personal space.

"It's okay, I?—"

"I insist. Besides, I want that pussy clean when I have dessert later," he said, winking.

With the promise of more pleasure like I had just enjoyed, I scooped up my panties and dress and avoided eye contact with him as I shuffled toward the stairs.

If my father knew what I was doing, he'd kill me.

Niko was so incredible, though, so perfect, and besides, the liquor I'd consumed made me wish I could stay here and never stop coming from his touch.

I found the room he'd directed me to and dropped my dress on the bed, going for the adjoining bathroom to shower.

The whole time, I found myself swaying a little and acknowledging that my lack of foresight concerning the whiskey had left me too tipsy.

Part of me felt like I was seriously falling for this man I barely knew, but part of me knew that was probably the whiskey too.

Until I got out of the shower and walked into the bedroom drying off my body and saw him standing there fully clothed, in shoes, with his tie tied straight.

"I thought you were cooking?" I said, holding the towel around me tightly.

"Oh, I thought about it but then changed my mind." Niko sipped his own glass of whiskey now in his hand and nodded at the bottle on the nightstand. "Feel free to indulge."

"I should really eat if I'm going to drink more." Something about the way he looked at me now made me uncomfortable.

It wasn't the hungry sensual expression he'd had only a few minutes ago.

"You know, I think you're wrong. You'll probably want to drink a lot more before this night is over."

I smiled at first, but his expression was dark. It sort of scared me. "Niko, please. We can just order in if you're not hungry. But I can't stay the night. My father will?—"

"Oh, yes. Your father…" He set his glass down on the nightstand and smoothed a hand over his tie. "Your father would shit his pants if he saw you in my bed, wouldn’t he?"

My body tensed as he spat the words out, and I cautioned a glance at the door. He was scaring me.

The tone of voice, the way he slid his hands into his slacks casually while scowling—I didn't like it.