Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book 2

Chapter Thirty One

Bianca

"Tell me to stop," he begs me suddenly.

"No—," I whisper despite realising perhaps maybe I should bow down to his need not to use me. Because that's how he feels, right?

Indecision is usually my middle name. However, as I watched Niko try to ignore my presence, I couldn't help but float over his lap. Both of us are trying to suppress our desire to keep each other on our toes, yet here we are, in each other's company, longing to touch one another but hesitant to express our feelings for fear of using the other.

I know my reason is my past; I don't want to use Niko to gain anything. There is also the element of opposing this arranged marriage and honestly opposing Dimitri.

I also recognise the need to keep everyone at arm's length. But I want something different for myself: happiness.

That's what drove my need to sit on his lap and also drove my need to beg him to fuck me.

I hadn't expected him to force his way inside me so swiftly, though, yet he did, and I revelled in the sensation I thought I'd thoroughly hate.

He feels larger, or at least bigger than—him, and the circumstances differ. I want this, am amply wet, and honestly, those little piercings stroked something inside me that had me holding back a mammoth moan that would have woken all the nightlife. He derived pleasure from a somewhat dormant place on my body, much as he had done a few times before our wedding, actually.

Considering the only other time I had been—. I thought I'd hate every fucking second of this. Yet, I find myself leaning forward to create the movement Niko failed to provide.

I have no clue what I'm doing, yet I rock back and forth, lifting my hips as much as I can until every thrust creates pleasure for me as I thrust his cock deep inside of me. I can only hope his pleasure is just as persistent as mine seems. It's not long until Niko also moves, his hips thrusting up to meet my movement to create a deep and disconcerting pleasure that balances upon the pain of the fullness of his cock makes.

Nothing but my almost silent moans and grunts fill the air around us, and yet it seems somewhat magical.

Panic rises as Niko's movements begin to change, and for a moment, my mind races with another time, a distant time ago when this interaction was forced onto me. My movement slowed as I remember being held down, of feeling all the eyes watching my virginity being ripped from me.

It's Niko who brings me out of the memory, though. His lips on my throat as he kisses me, whispering how beautiful I am and that he's glad he's married me.

I let him take me for the ride; I floated in a pleasure that began as a pinch down there and engulfed the remainder of my body like an enchanted spell to keep me in my place.

The orgasm was far different from those he gave me before, and yet they all paled in comparison as a virtual tidal wave ran through my body, and it changed everything for me.

Slumping down, I lay spent on Niko's chest as he breathed harshly against me. The water still bubbled around us, warming the parts of my body left to fend off the chill overcoming the evening.

We say nothing to one another, but at that moment, I feel more treasured and protected by his simple touch and sporadic kisses than I ever have with anyone I've had the pleasure or displeasure of being with.

"Bee?" Niko's voice ruins the comfortable silence. I'm unsure what he wants, but choosing to ignore him overtakes me as I remain silent against him.

We just fucked, and honestly, I demonised the experience far too much before. Why had I convinced myself that I wouldn't enjoy this or hate it?

"I want to take you to bed, and I want to worship every fucking part of you just as you should be. Is that okay?" Niko requests. His voice vibrates through his chest. I feel every word he whispers, making me realise I want that, but more importantly, he wants that.

I want everything he can give me.

I want it all...

I want him.

Giving him myself is the only thing I can give him that's remotely worth his time.

"Then take me to bed. Fuck me, use me—do whatever you please," I smile against his neck, whispering back so quietly just in case someone else can hear my deepest, dirtiest needs.

"Don't let go," he warns.

Standing up, he encourages my legs around his waist as he holds onto my buttocks. His still erect cock brushes my labia as he moves to climb out, reminding me that we're completely naked. I hang around him, holding myself against his body as he manoeuvres us out of the hot tub and onto a stable floor.

He chuckles, his voice throaty and natural, which makes my cheeks burn as he steps towards the house. Readjusting me, he brings me higher, his lips going straight for my cheek, or so I thought.

"I'm going to fucking eradicate any memory of that man," he promises against my ear so surely that I believe every word he says.

My heart thumps at the mention of 'him', and yet I'm not scared now; I know it's okay. I know Niko's different. I'm finally—comfortable with him.

He kisses my neck as we climb the staircase; with each step comes a jolt of pleasure as his cock, and those piercings rub exactly where I need them to.

He rounds the top of the landing, guiding us to the bedroom with only a few steps. He slows his pace until I sense the bed behind us.

I expect to fly backwards onto the bed, but he leans us down slowly, sensually even. Looking me in the eyes as he places me down tenderly.

Despite my anxiety and shyness, I can't break the eye contact he seems to have me bound in, but I do let go, allowing myself to spread on the bed as he intends.

"You're my wife now, Bianca—," he quietly tells me.

"I'm your wife," I repeat without hesitation.

Was I supposed to repeat his claiming of me?

I can't dwell on that, though, as his hands splay my legs as wide as I'll accommodate him, and he leans there on his knees, staring between my legs. His eyes burn need all over my body as he takes me in, in my complete nakedness.

Despite my best efforts to close them, to cover my vagina, he doesn't let me.

Is the hair covering that branding I hate to hide? I hope it is.

"Don't move," he growls, dipping between my legs. His tongue flutters over my clit, and his hands clutch my thighs. He circles my clit, sending sparks of pleasure, licking into my womb, and I all but melt.

"Niko," I breathe, moving my hands to his hair to encourage him to lick me harder.

"No, Bee. Don't move," he warns, leaning back up to take hold of my hands.

"Please—," I beg as he replaces them beside my thighs. This time he holds them there, leaning on his forearms to continue his assault on my clit.

"Something you need to learn with me, Bee, is I take what I want when I want. I've allowed you to rule our interactions up until now. But things will change. They have to."

He rubs his chin in circles around my clit. Sending sharp electrical zaps through my tummy as he holds my gaze and me in my place.

"If I want to fuck you, you're gonna lay down and ask how I want it. I demand you let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours; you're gonna kneel and open it without so much as a second thought. You might control every aspect of our lives outside of fucking; Bee, I'll allow you that, but here, in our bed, you'll let me worship every inch of you until you're spent beyond your wildest dreams. This is where I'll love you most. It's the only place I can be the true me, so tell me if you don't feel it, and I'll up my game to meet your expectations."

My mouth pops open as he works his way up my body. He still holds my hands hostage, and I don't try to escape him.

"I know this isn't what you wanted; it wasn't what I wanted either. But you're my wife now, Bee. And I'll love you harder than any day before and vie to love you harder every day in our future. You're mine now, Bee."