“You want release?” He spreads my legs wide with his knee again, keeping me open, helpless. “Earn it.”
Then he yanks at my shirt, the fabric giving way with a loud tear.
Goodness. Was the material really that cheap, or is he simply that strong?
Before I can think, his mouth is on me again, latching onto the swell of my cleavage like he’s starving. His hand wraps around my breast, rough and possessive, palming and weighing it as if testing the limits of my softness. A guttural sound rumbles from his chest.
I tense. My old insecurities flare—the ones that whisper I’m too much. Too voluptuous. Too wide. Too heavy to be desired. My hips, my thighs, my ass—they’ve always felt like burdens.
But Niko doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t shy away. He worships. His hand maps every curve like it’s holy ground, brushing over every stretch of my skin as though I’m made to be consumed.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, like he’ll kill anyone who dares to disagree.
And then his teeth close around my nipple, sharp and merciless. I cry out, my back arching, a wild, involuntary sound that betrays everything I’m feeling.
His belt drops to the floor with a heavythud, his pants shoved down just enough, and then he’s between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock dragging through the slick folds of my pussy, teasing, taunting, refusing to give me what I crave.
My nails dig into his shoulders, my voice breaking. “Niko, please, I need—”
“Say it.” He presses just enough to breach me, then pulls back, making me whimper. “Say you want me. Say you’re mine. Say I own you.”
My pride claws at my throat, but my body betrays me with a desperate roll of my hips. “I—” The words burn. I swallow them down, but his cock slides just a little deeper, stretching me, and I break. “I want you. Please.”
“And?”
“Fuck. I’m yours,” I cry. “You own me.”
His groan is low, feral, vibrating against my chest. “That’s my girl.”
And then he drives into me in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. My scream rips free, raw and sharp, my body arching against him as he stretches me wide, too much and exactly what I need.
The table shudders under us as he pounds into me, each thrust a claim, each movement punishing and perfect. His hand clamps around my throat again, tilting my head back so I can’t look anywhere but at him.
“You hate me?” he growls, his hips slamming into mine, the sound obscene, wet, consuming. “Or do you hate how much you want me?”
I can’t answer. I can’t think. My body convulses around him, clutching him, desperate and wild.
His thumb strokes lazily over my throat, a mockery of tenderness as he drives me closer and closer to the edge. “You’ll come for me, Noelle. You’ll scream for me. And when I’m done, you won’t be able to walk.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“That’s it,” he growls against my ear, driving into me harder, faster. “Take me. Take every brutal inch of me. You were made for this—made for me. This pussy is mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” I choke out. “God, it’s yours—”
“Mine,” he repeats, voice like a vow and a threat all at once. He bites my jaw, grinds deeper, harder. “Every part of you belongs to me. Your screams. Your tears. Your cunt squeezing the life out of me—you’re mine, Noelle. And I’m not letting you go.”
My nails dig into his shoulders, my body arching, trembling, trying to hold back the violent wave rising inside me. But his hand clamps tighter around my throat, his words filthier, darker, each one pushing me over the edge.
“Come on my cock,ogonek. Let me feel you break.”
And I do. It rips through me like fire, tearing me open from the inside out. My scream is swallowed against his mouth as my body convulses around him, clenching, milking, desperate for everything he gives.
He snarls when he feels it, his control snapping. “Fuck—mine. All mine.” His thrusts grow erratic, savage, until he drives in deep and holds, his body locking tight against mine. A violent shudder racks through him as he empties into me, growling against my throat like he’s branding me from the inside.
Even as I collapse beneath him, ruined, shaking, he keeps me pinned, his hand still firm on my throat. His breath is hot, ragged against my ear. “Look at you,” he whispers, a darksatisfaction in his tone. “Wrecked. Marked. You’ll never belong to anyone else.”
I feel weak and boneless, trembling from the violence of release. I expect him to pull away, to leave me empty and cold, but he doesn’t. Instead, Niko scoops me up like I weigh nothing and carries me back onto the bed. He tucks the sheet around me, the gesture so gentle it feels like a cruel joke after the way he just destroyed me.
