Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

SOFIA
After accepting Adrik’s proposal, everything seemed to happen in a rush. We spent a few more minutes visiting with Nonna as if I hadn’t just accepted a very naughty proposition from the most powerful man I had ever met inside the kitchen where I used to bake cookies as a child. I ran to the upstairs apartment where my father still lived, and kissed his cheek while he slept, keeled over in front of the television.
A half-empty bottle of scotch sat on the floor at his feet, and tears welled in my eyes when I saw it. But I didn’t have the heart to pour it down the drain. His illness was too far gone for such tactics to work. He needed professional help, but asking for it was step one. Far as I knew, Dad didn’t want to get better. I left soon after I entered, stopping to kiss Nonna one more time.
The ride back to the city was fast, at least it seemed that way. Adrik was on his phone for most of it, and I huffed more than one long breath. What was all the urgency if he was just going to ignore me? Granted, the million plus dollars he’d spent gobbling up properties that had anything to do with me were likely a drop in the bucket for him. But still. A girl had to wonder.
All the excitement and absurdity of the day must have caught up to me, and I fell asleep. I only knew that because when I woke up, I was floating. Well, not really floating, but being carried in a pair of strong, muscular arms.
“Easy, Zaika moya. I got you.”
That was what had me worried. He did have me. And the fact he was not even out of breath while he carried my fluffy butt the entire elevator ride and then through his penthouse until we reached his bedroom had my attention. Adrik was stronger than he looked. Or maybe not. Because honestly, who looked like him? Besides professional athletes and maybe the guy who played that Viking king’s brother, but that was it. There couldn’t be that many enormous, not to mention gorgeous, billionaires running around Manhattan. At least, not as far as I knew.
He placed me on his bed, stepping back as if I’d burned him. I sat up, clearing my throat. This was so fucked up. I was fucked up. I wanted to be indignant and angry, but the truth was, I also wanted him to want me. And I was hurt that he was standing there stoically and not pouncing.
“Sorry, uh, I guess it all caught up to me,” I said.
“Yes. I imagine it did. Would you like a drink?” he offered, raising one perfect eyebrow.
Christ, he is so handsome.
His features could have been chiseled from marble. His hair was combed back, thick, and glossy. He had one of those permanent five o’clock shadow beards, and I had to admit, I couldn’t think of anything sexier than a man with some scruff on his cheeks.
Adrik oozed sex and, sex fiend that I was surely becoming, I wanted to lick every inch of him from head to toe.
“Um, sure. I’d like a drink.”
That was an understatement. I waited as he poured two fingers of scotch into a crystal glass and handed it to me. Sipping too quickly, I gasped and sputtered, using the back of my hand to wipe the fiery amber liquid that I managed to dribble like a baby down my chin.
“Small sips, Zaika.”
“Now you tell me,” I mumbled.
Forcing myself to stand, I placed the glass on the dresser. His bedroom loomed before me, done in grays and blacks. It was so utterly masculine. The same wolf that served as his company’s logo, the one he had inked onto his back looked down at me from the ceiling where a mural had been painted.
Holy fuck. It was beautiful, menacing, but it filled me with a sense of peace. Like the wolf was watching over us, keeping us safe. That was ridiculous. I snapped my attention to the enormous windows and frowned.
“Can people see us in here?”
“No. The glass is special. No one can see inside, and depending on the setting, the light will filter through however little or much I desire.”
“Wow. That is incredible,” I said and meant it.
“So, this is your room, but where do I sleep?”
“Here, of course,” he said, spreading his arms wide as if it were simple.
“No. You had your chance to talk terms, and you never said I had to sleep with you.”
“Of course, I did⁠—”
“No, you really didn’t. I agreed to live with you and have sex with you for one month, Adrik. But I won’t sleep beside you.”
However, I’d expected him to react, what he did next was so not it. Adrik snarled something in Russian. It must have been a curse. But it wasn’t the profanity that made me freeze like a deer in headlights. It was the sound he made. Like a motherfucking animal.
He stepped forward, barking commands at me in a language he knew I did not speak. As if he was too angry by the fact I’d outwitted him to remember English. Odd really because most of the time he didn’t even have an accent. Only when his emotions ran high could I hear his Eastern European origins.
He grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head, spinning me around to face away from. Next, he took the waistband of both pairs of pants I had on and pushed them down. For some reason, I helped, kicking them off my legs, then cursing myself for my own stupid complicity.
The muted violence in his movements should have scared me. Christ knew I was breathing like I’d just taken a spin class. But instead of fear, my pussy throbbed and grew slick with need. The man was turning me on like no one else ever had.
I was speechless. No one had ever treated me that way. He fisted the collar of the oversized t-shirt I had on and ripped it right off my body. I’d foregone a bra since a) I wasn’t planning to leave my apartment that day, and b) with all those layers, who needed one?
My panties were next, and then I felt him pushing his knee between my thighs as he bent me over the bed. I moaned when my nipples came into contact with the bedding, panting now that he was running his hands over my flesh.
“So fucking beautiful, Zaika,” he growled, calling me that Russian pet name he seemed stuck on.
I’d have to remember to ask him what it meant once I was capable of speech. He tugged on my hips, positioning me so I was on my knees, thighs spread, ass in the air, face and chest pressed on the mattress. Again, the windows acted like mirrors and since his bedroom was in the corner, I could see our reflections either way I turned my head.
He tore off his own jacket and shirt, but that was all he managed before he leaned forward and pressed the flat of his tongue there. I moaned loudly. No one had ever done that to me before. Adrik growled, using his hands to spread me wide as he licked me from asshole to clit, his fingers seeking, searching, exploring both orifices and I could not do anything but feel. And feel I did. I moaned as he licked me, thrusting his fingers inside my pussy, then using those same arousal-coated digits to press inside my ass.
“You can’t,” I said, gasping on the words. But he could. And he did.
I expected pain, but that was not what happened. Oh, Adrik was feeling something. Anger. Outsmarted. Fierce desire. Maybe a need to dominate me. But here was the real kicker. I loved it. He was taking me to a place I’d never been, and I could not wait for him to raise the stakes.
As if on cue, I felt his teeth graze across my right ass cheek. Then he bit me. Hard.
“Ow!”
The bite was followed by kisses, then his tongue. He licked and soothed the sting with his mouth. So soft, so good. Christ, the man had talent. He was driving me insane, making me come undone with hardly any effort at all. I was completely at his mercy. And that was bad because I wasn’t sure if he had any mercy in him.
I moaned, rocking against his hand, wanting him deeper. He grunted in approval, palming my ass cheek as if proud of the print he undoubtedly put there. Fuck. Just thinking about it made me even wetter.
“Please,” I begged, trying to rock back against him.
“Shhh, Zaika. So needy,” he whispered, the smug bastard smirking as he did.
Before I could scream at him to stop messing around, he went back to licking my clit, forcing me to lose my mind. But never letting me come. On and on, his sensual torture continued. He’d lick my clit, fucking me with his fingers in my ass, and my pussy, but then he’d stop and withdraw, slowing down so I couldn’t achieve orgasm. And I really, really wanted to come.
Finally, the sound of him undoing his belt and the swoosh of fabric as his pants slid off his powerful legs, all the way to the floor reached my ears, and it was like music. One of his fingers was still inside my ass, and he was stroking me slowly, moving in circles that teased all my senses. I’d never had that there before. It was strange and new, dirty in a good way. If I said I missed it when he withdrew, that would be an understatement. I fucking moaned when he pulled out and the bastard chuckled again.
“Forward, Zaika,” he growled, slapping my ass cheek gently, and I crawled up the bed, making room for him.
I was so damn eager for his possession I was dripping with it. I gasped when the mattress dipped, adjusting to his weight as he joined me. His large, calloused hands felt good against my soft skin as he ran them over my back and shoulders, my ass, my pussy, and my thighs. I moaned and leaned back, but he held me firm, as if this was part of the ritual of lovemaking. His hands moved around to my belly, my breasts, and throat. All the while, he whispered to me in a husky voice, words I did not understand.
By the time I heard him rip open the packet and slide the condom on his cock, I was almost there. Adrik kneeled behind me, hands on my hips as he pulled me back so his cock was lined up with my slit.
“Now, the month begins. Right now, Zaika. Here. With me buried inside your sweet pussy.”
Then he slammed into me. Deep, hard, eliciting a guttural moan from my lips.
“Now, our real terms. You live here for one month,” he grunted, pulling out almost all the way and staying there until his next words. “I fuck you when I say. Where I say.”
Slam.
He filled me again, and I gasped. Adrik’s hand snaked around my hip, and he started pressing his thumb against my swollen clit. His cock jerked inside me, and my sheath tightened around him. It almost hurt when he pulled out this time, just leaving the tip inside.
“This bed is your bed. You will sleep here,” he growled, slamming into me again in one hard thrust.
His hips were flush against my ass, and I didn’t know how long I could take it. His cock was so thick, so long, it stretched and burned so good. I was so close. I wanted to move, needed to move, but his heavy weight held me down. I was powerless against him, pressed between the rock hard wall of his chest and the mattress.
“You belong to me now, Zaika,” he growled in my ear.
“For one month,” I answered, unable to help myself.
He froze, and I wanted to whimper, but managed to hold the sound deep within. There was something dangerous about hm. Something dangerous about me if I was willing to risk the former criminal, now powerful billionaire’s wrath. But I wouldn’t hold my tongue for anyone. Not even him.
“Da. One month. Starting now,” he grunted, holding my arms behind me as he started pounding into me at a relentless pace.
Tears pricked my eyes, but I wasn’t in pain. On the contrary, there was something about being pinned by him, held in this position that was so damn comforting. Like I could just let go of everything. All the responsibility. All the baggage. I could simply toss it onto his capable shoulders and let him carry it awhile. As long as he didn’t stop fucking me.
“I won’t, Zaika. I will not stop fucking you. Now, come.”
The command from his lips was the push I needed, and then I was coming.