“I have no idea,” she replied, closing the door to keep me here and following too close behind me.
My damn cock was throbbing now and as I adjusted it again, my thumb rolled over the piercing and I nearly fucking groaned at how good that felt. Jesus. Thoughts of my little psycho dancing for me kept pushing into my mind and I had to fight tooth and claw to deny the memories of her mouth on mine, her legs around my waist, how deeply I’d been tempted to…
I cleared my throat as I tipped my head and watched the shark swim past, ignoring the rest of the lavish suite in favour of trying to spot its penises. I needed facts if I was going to tell Brooklyn about this.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have let myself think about her again.
My cock throbbed and I groaned, fisting it to release some pressure and only making it ache more.
“I see it’s kicking in,” Anastasia purred. “I figured it could be performance anxiety. I know I am fairly intimidating, but I promise, I can be gentle if that’s what you want.”
She moved close and ran a hand down my spine which made my gut knot and twist with imaginable discomfort.
“Viagra?” I guessed on a growl as my dick throbbed again and she smiled like a predator who was inches from its prey.
“Just to help create the right mood.” She shrugged innocently, licking her lips. “It’s just physical, Niall. Why deny yourself? I can be whatever you need me to be. And once you’ve had a taste of me, I know you won’t keep on denying yourself in the future.”
I shook my head, finding the dizziness waiting for me there and cursing my dumb arse for giving in to the temptation of booze. I’d wanted to be able to drive home after this horror show, but I’d allowed the boring personality of my bride to drive me into a drunken stupor, and now look. I was hunting for shark penises in her suite with the hard-on from hell and half a bottle of whiskey swimming merrily in my gut.
“What reason is there to hold back? We’ll be married soon. I’ll be yours to use as you want and I want that too,” she insisted, still stalking me even as I swiped a hand down my face and tried to fight off the effects of the booze so that I could think a little clearer.
She reached for me again, her hand landing on my chest as I cursed, my dick throbbing with urgent need and my mind so muddled that for a second, I let myself consider it.
Would it be so bad to use her when she so clearly wanted me to do so?
Ava’s screams didn’t even start up in my head as I thought about it and Anastasia noticed my hesitation, taking it as encouragement as her fingers rolled down to my belt, making a shudder pass through me which was in no way linked to desire.
No, it wasn’t Ava’s screams that filled my head as I looked at this woman who was supposed to become my next bride. It was thoughts of the girl I’d kept locked in my basement. The way she lit me up like a bonfire, the way she fought against me like a warring tomcat, the depths of her electric eyes and the darkness in her soul which was a match to her onyx hair.
She was the one who I thought of as Anastasia tried to unbuckle my belt and a growl of anger escaped me as I realised what that meant. It was already too fucking late for me when it came to Brooklyn. She was already in too damn deep. I couldn’t cut her out. In fact, I wouldn’t. And I didn’t know what the fuck I was supposed to do about that, but I did know that this Russian bride who I in no way chose for myself was absolutely not the answer.
I shoved away from her, shaking my head as I turned and headed for the door, not even bothering to explain myself as I left her there, yelling my name like she expected me to give in to the power of her seduction.
But I’d already been seduced. And no tiny dresses or pouting lips, or fantasy fulfilling promises or fucking Viagra were going to be calling me away from the one who had me under her damn spell.
I ripped the door open but instead of finding myself in the corridor, I had somehow made my way into an enormous bathroom all decorated in black and gold like a Kardashian had puked all over it.
I turned to leave and found Anastasia racing after me, peeling her dress off as she came and raising her chin as she blocked my exit.
“You’ll feel differently once you’ve had me,” she hissed. “And my men won’t let you out of here until sunrise. So between me and that little happy pill you took earlier, I know you’ll give in eventually. Why not stop fighting it?”
I considered that. Considered fighting my way past a hoard of Russians to escape this place while sporting a massive hard-on. Considered how pissed my pa would be when he found out and the tedious reality of having to listen to him harp on about it for hours on end. Then quickly slammed the bathroom door in her face and locked it.
“What are you doing?” Anastasia yelled from beyond the door and I promptly turned away from it, flicking on the shower so that the sound of it would drown out her continued yells before leaning my back to the wall and unbuckling my pants.
I tugged my aching cock out and groaned as I just gave in to the inevitable, rolling my thumb over the piercing and letting all the thoughts of Brooklyn that I wasn’t supposed to be having come charging into my brain.
Tonight, I’d let myself have her. In my mind and in this room with Viagra making my cock throb with desperation, and the time I’d spent healing from the fucking tattoo and piercing making that need all the more powerful, I was giving in.
I pumped my dick as I thought of her, my thumb teasing the piercing and making me curse because it felt like heaven had just licked her tongue along the full length of me, and I was about thirteen seconds away from coming for her.
“Fuck me,” I cursed, the words practically a plea to the woman I was picturing, though I knew I’d have to reign in that desire when I finally returned to her.
But right now, she could have me. Alone and in my fiancée’s fucking bathroom. It was a hot mess but then again, so was I.
I pumped my cock a few more times, remembering the way Brooklyn had kissed me, and groaning her name as I came all over the floor, my chest rising and falling rapidly from the release.
My dick didn’t so much as pretend to deflate as the Viagra kept it captive, and a laugh tumbled from my lips which I knew was the edge of the dark place creeping in on me again.
I was going to leave this place a broken thing come morning and I knew it. This reality my pa had mapped out for me wasn’t going away even if I did spend the night locked in Anastasia’s bathroom, jerking off over a woman I couldn’t ever claim for myself.
In the morning I was going to go downstairs, pass by all of her merry men and let them think whatever the fuck they wanted to think about me as I went on my way. But right now, it looked like I was going to hell either way, so I was going to enjoy myself on the way down. And with that hopeless thought, I began pumping my dick in my fist once more, letting all of my attention fall onto my little psycho as I gave in to the dark and let myself pretend, just for a little while, that she was mine.
T he front door flew open with such force, I half expected a dinosaur attack before Niall appeared out of the shadows without a T-Rex in sight, the morning light filtering in behind him.
“Holy tits, Niall.” I held a hand to my chest and glanced over at Mateo who was on his feet with a kitchen knife in his grip and a savage sneer on his face. I’d given him that little stabby last night when he’d told me he’d need it if anything bad happened. I guessed he was prepping himself for an attack, though I didn’t know what he expected to come find us all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. An angry badger maybe, or a squirrel who was tired of living on nuts and wanted to steal our clothes, pretend to be human and rise up into high society. Yeah…that was just the sort of sneaky thing a squirrel would do.