God.
The pleasure seems to last forever, and my clouded mind barely makes sense of it as he carries me to bed. I watch through dazed eyes as he strips me and then himself. My arms circle his shoulders when he climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs. He slides a hand up my leg and grips my knee, lifting it as he notches his cock with my pussy.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Elena,” he growls, slowly sinking his hard cock into me. A sob scratches from my throat as he stretches me, his eyes locked on mine as he pushes into me. “You belong to me. My wife. Mine!”
I’m hypnotized by the man, losing myself yet again into the depths of his ocean blues, falling deeper for him. He takes me hard, with the feral need of an animal seeking to mate, fondling my bare breasts and groaning brokenly as he hammers his cock into me.
The tremble starts deep, slowly building as he rocks his body into mine, using the base of his cock to rub against my clit. I meet his thrusts, pushing me closer to the edge of another orgasm, this one threatening to be more explosive than the last.
His breath fans my skin as he pounds into me, moving harder and faster, nearly shoving me right off the edge. The orgasm rips through me, my back bowing off the bed as my pussy clenches tightly around him. Moisture floods between us, and my core flutters fiercely around him. I sob into his arms, gripping his shoulders as his cock slaps into me, dragging yet another climax from me. But this time, we come together.
Roarke throws his head back and roars, his muscles rippling and his cock jerking inside of me as he finds his release. Violent tremors roll through our bodies as he slams into me one last time, burying his cum deeper in my womb until we’re both breathless.
I catch him when he slumps on top of me, his breathing labored. We lie in silence for several moments, his heart thumping against mine and blood roaring in my ears. He’s so big and warm that I allow myself to soak up his warmth for a little longer before he decides to roll away, but…he doesn’t.
It takes me a long time of rubbing the head resting on my chest to realize that the man is asleep. I chuckle at that, incredibly impressed with myself for managing to put him straight to sleep. I brush his hair to the side and brush my lips over his hair. “No dreams tonight,” I whisper, pressing my face to his hair and breathing deep, losing myself in his scent and willing myself to follow.
***
I don’t find sleep.
For what feels like hours, my eyes have been locked on the view outside. Through the expansive windows, Central Park sprawls beneath a velvety star-dusted sky. The city lights twinkle like diamonds, lighting the park’s dark expanse, but even the evening view does little to distract me from my thoughts. No, the silence only seems to grate on my nerves and make the thoughts louder.
I consider turning on the TV for a distraction, but the thought of doing anything that could interrupt Roarke’s sleep has me pushing the idea out of my head.
I’m safe—everything in me knows that I am safest in my bodyguard’s arms. In his bed. All of which was guaranteed when I took his last name. But what happens when Yuri is no longer a threat? My relationship with my parents is no doubt going to suffer. It wasn’t great to begin with, but no daughter wants to have a complete fall out with her parents. What if they try to create a rift between my sisters and me as a result?
I sit up in bed, brushing a hand through my hair. For a second, I consider waking Roarke so I’m not alone with these thoughts, but one glance at the sleeping man, and I realize I don’t have the heart for it.
I need air.
Christ, I need a distraction from these thoughts now that whatever hopes I had of sleeping are gone.
Careful not to disturb Roarke, I push off the covers and slowly climb out of bed. I tiptoe to our clothes and grab my dress, sliding it on. I grab Roarke’s jacket and bury my nose in it, inhaling deeply before putting it on. I grab my shoes and tiptoe to the door, set on going to the small gift shop I saw in the hotellobby earlier. Maybe I’ll find a book to read or something to keep me occupied for a little while.
I turn the doorknob quietly and sneak out of the room, ever so quietly. I remember I didn’t grab the hotel keycard after I’m already in the elevator. “Damn it,” I mutter just as the elevator doors open on the first floor. “I’ll just ask the front desk for the key.”
I step into a short hallway, my shoes clicking softly against the polished floor as I take a step. Then, it happens.
A hand clamps over my mouth, stifling my scream before it can even form. Another arm wraps around my waist, a steel band, and I’m yanked backward, my feet leaving the ground. Before I can make sense of what’s happening, I’m being dragged, stumbling toward a door to my left, with a stark, “Staff Only” sign. I struggle, kicking out, but the grip is too strong.
Panic floods me, and my vision blurs as tears form. My heart hammers hard against my ribs as I’m shoved through the door, dragged down a few steps before finding myself shoved into yet another room, darker this time, with the scent of stale air clinging to the walls.
“Saved me the trip of having to go up there to get you, whoring bitch!”
The lights come on, and I gasp when I turn to see the last man I want to be locked alone with. Yuri Balshov.
He is every bit as terrifying as he is rumored to be and every bit as ruthless. He’s tall and big with a bald head and a thick beard with eyes that look like they’ve never had a shred of warmth in them. Ever.
And I’m locked in some kind of storage room with the man. This is not the kind of distraction I needed tonight.
“Oh my God!”
“He’s not going to save you now,” Yuri mocks, shoving me into a dusty chair in the corner. I attempt to get up, but he pins me with one dangerous look. “Get off that chair, bitch, if you want me to break all of your teeth.”
He’s not bluffing. Something about those cold, dead eyes tells me he actually would do what he threatens, so I sit down and watch him search through the room before coming back with ropes. He ties them around my wrists and legs before dropping to a crouch in front of me.
“H-how did you find me?”
