Patience snapped like a brittle twig. I yanked my pants open, freeing myself, hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with need. Without warning, I positioned at her entrance and thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke that made her gasp sharply. Her walls clenched around me like a vice, hot and tight, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. "Fuck, that's tight," I groaned, starting to move, pounding into her with relentless force. "You submit yet, Noelle? Gonna be a good girl from now on? Or do I have to fuck the defiance out of you, you sneaky little bitch? Admit it—you love being my fucktoy, don't you?"
She just rolled her eyes, giving me that white-hot glare, like she was above it all, untouchable even as I claimed her. Oh, that fueled me, stoking the flames higher. I reached down, finding that swollen nub with my fingers, pinching it hard, rubbing relentlessly in rough circles that made her squirm. She cried out, a sharp moan escaping despite herself, her voice breaking the air like shattered glass. "There we go," I taunted, grinning wickedly. "See? That's how you behave. Moan for me like the good slut you are. Your pussy's weeping for more—listen to how wet you are." Her body jerked, and as another whimper slipped from her lips, raw and involuntary, I leaned in and bit her shoulder, teeth clamping down on the curve, hard enough to bruise, the salt of her skin exploding on my tongue. She yelped, the sound mixing with her gasps, her hips bucking up involuntarily, pulling me deeper.
I switched up the rhythm, pulling out slow, teasing the tip just at her entrance, letting her feel the emptiness, building the frustration until she was clenching around nothing. Then, I slammed back in deep—nine shallow thrusts, quick and teasing, barely grazing her depths, making her whine in frustration, followed by one hard, punishing plunge that made her whole body shake, hitting that sweet spot inside her that had her walls fluttering wildly. "Say it," I demanded, repeating the pattern, slow and torturous, then that deep hit that buried me balls-deep. "Tell me you've learned your lesson. Sayyou'll never pull that shit again, you disobedient whore." She bit her lip harder, trying to hold out, her breaths coming in frantic pants, but I pinched her clit again, twisting just enough to send electric sparks through her nerves, pushing her closer to the edge.
Another moan tore from her throat, louder this time, a desperate keen that filled the room, and I struck, biting down on her collarbone, sucking the skin between my teeth, leaving a dark hickey that would bloom purple and remind her for days. "Fuck, Kholod!" she gasped, her voice breaking, trembling with the strain. I kept up the rhythm, fast shallow pumps now alternating with slow, grinding deep ones, hitting that spot inside her over and over, the wet sounds of our bodies echoing obscenely. Her breaths turned to pants, her bound hands twisting in the belt, nails digging into her palms. "Say it, Noelle. Beg me to let you come. Admit you're mine and you'll behave, or I'll edge you all fucking night."
She arched again, a desperate whine escaping, her body trembling on the brink, and I bit her other shoulder mid-moan, the taste of her skin addictive, her cry vibrating through me like a drug. "Okay... I... I've learned," she finally choked out, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "I won't do it again. Please, Kholod... just... let me come... I'm yours..."
That was music to my ears, a sweet surrender that made my cock twitch inside her. I sped up, thrusting harder, faster, the bed creaking under us like it might break. Her body tightened, coiling like a spring, walls pulsing around me in rhythmic squeezes, and I felt her shatter, her climax ripping through her with a scream that echoed in the room, her juices soaking us both. I didn't stop, riding her through it, drawing out every shudder, every pulse, until she was a trembling, boneless mess beneath me, gasping for air.
But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. The fire in my veins demanded more—I needed to own her completely, to drown out any thought of escape or that bastard Lorenzo, to etch myself into every fiber of her being. I untied the belt from the bedpost but left her wrists bound together, flipping her onto her stomach with effortless strength. She gasped, face pressed into the pillow, ass up in the air,vulnerable and exposed. "What are you—" she started, her voice muffled and breathless, but I cut her off with a sharp slap to her thigh, the crack resounding, making her yelp and her skin bloom red.
"Shut up and take it," I muttered, my voice gravelly with lust, positioning behind her. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave crescent marks, bruising her creamy flesh, and I thrust back in, deeper from this angle, filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. She moaned into the fabric, muffled but raw, a guttural sound that spurred me on. I set a punishing pace, each slam forward jolting her body, the slap of skin on skin filling the air like rhythmic thunder. "This is what happens when you test me," I growled, leaning over her, my chest pressing against her back, trapping her under my weight. "You think you can sneak around? Plot with your little friends? I'll fuck that idea right out of your head, make you forget anyone but me."
She twisted, trying to look back, her bound hands fumbling uselessly, but I pushed her head down, holding her in place with a firm grip on her hair, yanking just enough to sting. My free hand snaked around, finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, insistent circles that had her squirming, her ass pushing back against me despite herself. "Feel that? That's me owning you. Every. Damn. Inch. Your pussy's mine to use, to fill, to ruin." A fresh moan bubbled up from her, high and needy, and I bit the nape of her neck, teeth grazing that sensitive spot, sucking hard as she cried out, leaving another mark that would peek out from her collars, a secret brand for the world to wonder about.
I varied the speed—slow, deliberate drags out, letting her feel the emptiness, the ache of my absence, then quick, brutal thrusts that bottomed out, grinding against her cervix. "Beg for more," I demanded, my voice rough, edged with dominance. "Tell me you love being my dirty secret, my personal fuckdoll." She hesitated, her body betraying her with involuntary clenches, but another pinch to her clit broke her resolve. "Please... more... I love it," she whispered, voice hoarse and broken, laced with shame and desire.
Satisfied, I ramped it up, pounding relentlessly, the heat buildingbetween us like a furnace. As her moans grew frantic, climbing higher, more desperate, I bit her earlobe, tugging sharply, then trailed down to her shoulder blade, nipping sharply each time she gasped, marking her with a trail of bites that would ache tomorrow. Her second orgasm hit like a tidal wave, clenching around me so tight it pulled my own release from me, waves of pleasure crashing over us. I groaned, spilling inside her, marking her from the inside out, hot and possessive.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths heaving like we'd run a marathon. I rolled off, pulling her against me, her bound hands trapped between us, her body still trembling in aftershocks. She was spent, eyes half-closed, sweat-slicked skin glowing in the firelight, but I could see the fire still simmering in those brown depths—a spark of defiance that hadn't been fully extinguished. Good. I'd tamed her for now, broken her just enough to remember, but I knew this dance wasn't over. She was mine, body and soul, and I'd remind her every damn night if I had to, with bites, thrusts, and unrelenting possession until she craved it as much as I did.
Chapter Six
Noelle
"Ma'am, it's time to wake up."
The maid's gentle voice pulled me from unconsciousness. I opened my eyes to curtains already drawn, sunlight streaming in with the snow outside, the brightness stabbing at my eyes.
Everything hurt. My wrists bore dark purple marks where he'd gripped them, my fingers too stiff to move properly. The bite on my chest burned, a constant reminder of last night's humiliation. I lay curled on the chaise lounge, staring out at the monotonous snow within these high walls, feeling like a caged bird.
"Ma'am?" The maid called again, worry creeping into her voice.
"I heard you." My voice came out hoarse, barely recognizable. "Draw me a bath."
She hesitated, then nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
The sheets beside me were cold. Kholod had been gone for hours. He was like a storm—devastating everything in his path, then vanishing without a trace, leaving only wreckage behind.
I struggled to sit up, every movement pulling at my wounds. Walking to the mirror, I stared at the stranger looking back—pale face, lifeless eyes, neck and collarbone covered in telltale marks.
And that bite on my chest, already scabbing but still horrific to look at.
I reached out to touch it gently. Sharp pain made me gasp.
Kholod Morozov.
What exactly do you need to do to me before you'll let me go?
Lunch was brought by Darya—I'd only learned the name of this maid who'd been with me since entering the manor today. That afternoon, I sat by the bedroom window, flipping through a geography magazine—Kholod's only allowance for mental escape after shutting down my blog.
Suddenly, a knock at the door. "Ma'am, please come to the living room."
I opened the door, confused. Daniel waited respectfully outside.
I followed him downstairs, hearing a maid say, "This way, please."
