The Dark Duet (13 page)

“For three years, I did the unspeakable, performed whatever degrading act I was ordered to do, until all I knew was the darkness. That side of me, the gloomy part, I trusted, knowing my hate and anger would never lead me astray the way trust and love did. Then one day, Aleksandr and Katerina Dostovsky walked into my life. At first, I didn’t understand why Alek wanted to be a part of our gang. He had everything: money, power, talent. Later on, I discovered, he didn’t have the love or respect of his father, Sergey, yet another madman like my brother and Vladimir. Together, we plotted our escape. And escape we did, losing one of our closest friends in the process. That night, I faced my brother for the first time since he betrayed me. He was rap— He was hurting Katerina’s twelve-year-old daughter, Adriana, and I stopped him. I had to.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Alese chimes in, her voice breaking into the fog of the memory I’ve recalled.

“I murdered my brother, Alese. Did you not hear me?”

She swallows hard and says, “You were protecting an innocent girl. Doesn’t sound very much like he’s the type to win the brother-of-the-year award.”

“I told the Dostovskys he was my cousin. I didn’t have the guts to tell them how I broke my father and mother’s heart.” My body starts shaking, the reality of the secret I’ve been carrying around all of these years weighing me down. Alese wraps her arms around me, holding me tight until whatever is happening to me ends.

Pulling back and staring into my eyes, she blinks away a tear. As it slides down her face, I wipe it away with my thumb and lick the liquid off my finger. Her tears taste sweet to me. “Told you I would make you cry,” I remind her.

Suddenly, her expression changes, lighting up her face. “Tie me up and blindfold me,” she suggests, her words taking me for a loop, but exciting me at the same time.

“What?”

“I want you to understand, sometimes people will let
you
be the one in control. It’s possible.” As though she senses my hesitation, she says, “I wouldn’t dare suggest something like this if I didn’t trust you.”

This should be the kind of thing I’m comfortable doing, but I don’t want to hurt Alese anymore than I already have. However, the wall I’ve hidden behind for so very long begins to crumble. Something in the way she’s looking at me right now pulls me under her spell, and for the first time in this life of misery and betrayal, I trust letting myself go.

“There’s no need for any of that.”
I so want to do that.

“I want you to do those things to me. I don’t know ... maybe learning to trust again is something I need for me as well,” she answers. Easing her hand out of mine, she turns and walks into the doorway across the hall from where we were standing.

I follow her into a compact little bedroom: white walls and bedspreads, no pictures on anything except for a couple of frames sitting on the dresser across from her bed, a slate as blank as the woman sleeping inside of this room.
Because she has no idea who she truly is, and you know why.

The thought makes me feel like I shouldn’t be inside this place of purity, lest I taint Alese’s space with the sordidness of the things I’ve done.
The things I still intend to do.
Yet her invitation, her eagerness to accept me for who I truly am has captured me, and I’m afraid I couldn’t force my feet to walk out her door now even if I needed to.

“I have something you can use.” She pulls a pair of silky black stockings out of her drawer and a bright orange silk scarf. Standing there in her night shirt, Alese looks both innocent and alluring as she offers to give herself to me, a man who could easily snap her neck. “I can’t tie myself up, you know.”

I inch toward her, my gaze locked on hers, and ease the stocking out of her hands, the brief contact with her skin shocking me and heightening the heat flowing through my body. I lift the scarf, cover her eyes, and tie the fabric in a knot on the back of her head. A small, but shaky breath of air escapes her lips. I spin her around and slam her body up against mine, burying my nose in her hair and inhaling the scent of strawberries in her freshly washed strands.

“Are you are ready for this ... for me?” I whisper in her ear, moving her hair aside and exposing the delicate skin on her neck. I begin suckling and nibbling the sensitive spot, tracing the path from her ear to her jugular vein, making an extra effort to suck harder on the skin above it, making a claim on what’s about to become mine.

“Oh yes,” she answers between gasping breaths. “I’ve never been more certain of anything.” Those words are all I need to hear, the blast that finishes knocking down the walls erected around me. I lift her body, set her down in the middle of her fresh white covers and slam my lips down on hers.

The never-ending kiss begins, even though I can tell we’re both preoccupied with what we know is about to happen between us. Eventually, I break the kiss and come up for air long enough to secure her hands to the wrought-iron bed posts using the stockings she gave me.

“Condoms are in the left side of the drawer beside us.”

Her statement catches me off guard at first.

Who the hell else has been in here?

I’ll kill the bastard.

That’s your insecurity talking, asshole.
I shake the voice out of my head, reach into the drawer and pull out a condom, using this break to remove my boxers and put it on.

With Alese, I’m completely focused. She makes me feel free and shameless, like I can do anything and start accepting myself, and the mission to avenge my past, without losing the last shred of goodness buried somewhere deep inside of me.

Repositioning my body back over my eager trainee, I resume our kiss. Alese sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, her kiss both painful and sensual in her skilled caress.
My eager little dove.
“Are you a virgin, Alese?” I whisper between our small bursts of breaths.

“Hell no,” she answers without easing up her assault on my mouth. Releasing my lower lip, she says, “Are you worried, Sir Belikov? Tell me now, so I can go easy on you.”

I manage a light laugh. “Are you challenging me, little dove?”

“Oh, most definitely,” she answers. I move one hand across the exposed skin of her abdomen, slide my hand into her panties, and slip two fingers inside of her pussy, the wetness making it easier for me to do so. My erection increases until the pressure becomes almost too much to bear.

“You are so fucking wet.” My mouth gets pushed open by hers, and my tongue is assaulted next as she shoves hers up against mine. I’ve never been so eager and willing to be a victim, to be taken by someone who disturbingly matches my vigor and skill, no doubt.

“I’ll warn you now, I do not intend to be gentle.”

She does pull back this time, her honey brown face still half hidden by the blindfold, flushed with pleasure. “Good. I don’t want you to be.”

The animal inside of me awakens, and those few simple words send me over the edge. I lift her body up and remove her panties, watching her heaving bosom as her lips part slightly, the same lips I kissed a couple of nights ago. Jump-starting my release from a prison I created for myself long ago, she shines a light inside the darkness for the first time in many years ... if ever in this lifetime of pain and heartache.

I run my hands over her body, savoring the feel of her curves, the firmness of her well-toned thighs. For her to trust me this way—to give herself to me so completely turns me on in a way that’s hard to describe—the lust inside of me rises to savage levels.

I don’t bother with removing her shirt in a gentlemanly manner. Instead, I rip the fabric down the middle and snatch the shredded material out from under her body. Since she’s not wearing a bra, her breasts are exposed right away, the caramel colored nipples hard and ready to be devoured.

I lower my head and suck the first one into my mouth, squeezing the other one between my thumb and index fingers. Alese’s body goes stiff and a moan escapes her lips, while pressure throbs through my cock.
Damn, she’s beautiful, just as I knew she’d be.
This is the kind of woman that men of power and prestige would both kill and die to have as their own. I should know, since now, I am one of them.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Alese?” I whisper.

“Oh, God yes.”

“Can you handle all of the freaky things I have planned for this gorgeous body?” I murmur in her ear, kissing it through the scarf. In return, she shudders and grinds her hips against mine.

“Take off this damn blindfold. I want to see you. To feel you,” she says, her chest pushing up against mine.

“In due time,” I answer. Dipping my head back down to her breasts, I take each nipple and work the buds between my lips, taking enough time to savor the way her little moans of pleasure cause jolts of pressure throughout my body. I use my other hand to work her clit with my thumb and the inside of her pussy with my middle and index fingers. When I can feel her getting closer to an orgasm, I increase the pressure on both parts of her body.

“I’m going to come!” she cries out, her body stiffening.

“Who are you going to come for?” I ask.

“For you. This is for you.”

“Say my name. No. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Nikolai! I’m coming for you, Nikolai. All for you. Oh, fuck me now!” And she does come, her body vibrating as her fists clench and her mouth forms an ‘O’, one of the most beautiful orgasms I’ve ever witnessed.

“I need to see you, Nikolai. Please, let me touch you now.”

I do as she asks, yanking the scarf and stockings away. Savoring the unspoken words in her gaze, dark with passion, I drink in the sight of her well-toned frame, the body I have dreamt about making love to since I first saw her on that table back in Burkenstein’s lab.

Is that what this is, boy? Love?

“There you are. My phantom lover,” she whispers as her breathing evens out and she runs her hands over my back.

“Yes, here I am, claiming what is mine.”

Her hands fist in my hair and her long legs wrap around me, massaging the backs of my thighs. I work each of her nipples until both light brown buds are swollen from my efforts. “More. Give me more,” she begs, thrashing side-to-side in pleasure.

I kiss a path down her abdomen until I reach the trimmed hairline above her sweet spot, taking extra time to inhale her musky-sweet scent before inserting two fingers into her wet pussy. A gasping growl escapes my lips. “So wet. How much wetter can you get for me, little dove?”

“As wet as you want me to be,” she moans. I insert three more fingers into her tight pussy until I have my entire fist inside her.

“How does that feel?”

“It feels so fucking good. Oh, God. I can’t stand it. I need to come again.”

“Not yet. Maybe if you behave for me. Be a good little dove.” I slide my fist out of her pussy and dip my head between her legs, parting her swollen lips and going straight for her clit, attacking it with the full pressure of my tongue against the sensitive bud under the hood.

“Damn it! You sexy fucker! What are you doing to me?” she screams, grasping the pillows on either side of her head, her breaths escaping her body in deep heaving gasps. “Harder. Lick me harder,” she orders. I almost come from hearing those words alone.

“As my dark queen wishes,” I say, blowing on her clit before sucking it in between my lips while massaging the nub with my tongue at the same time. Alese tries to close her legs the closer she gets to her orgasm, but I apply more pressure and shove two fingers back into her dripping hole, moving them in and out with an intensity I know she can handle.

“You’re killing me!” she cries out, closing her legs so they’re now cradling the sides of my head. As her body convulses in what appears to be several orgasms at once, I continue lapping against her clit. Her hands fist in my hair, pulling the strands until it hurts, turning me on even more by doing so, her body jerking in response to each lap of my tongue I make against her now sensitive clit.

“I can’t take anymore,” she gasps, shuddering as the scent of her orgasm mixes with the sweet smell of her perfume and closing her legs. I shove her thighs back apart using my body on one side and my free hand on the other. “You will take it for me.” In response, she cries out and pulls my hair even harder. The pressure in my cock builds to an epic level. I can no longer wait. I want to feel myself inside of her delicious body.

“My turn, little dove.” I lift up from between her legs and push my cock inside of her, savoring the warmth and tightness of her walls pulsating around me. Reaching up to her face, I wrap my hand in her hair, forcing her head down and causing her gaze to lock with mine.

She begins moving her hips against me, matching my strokes with her rhythmic grinds, sending me into a state of uncontrollable desire, the urge to thrust inside of her until I come fighting against the one that wants to see her come; to witness her beautiful face twisted in agony as I fuck her to the edge of consciousness, that mystical place where the erotic meets the darkest depths of our desires.

“Harder, Nikolai,” she says through small jabs of breaths, her voice rough with desire. “Fuck me harder. Give me all you’ve got.”

“Damn, woman. You have no idea what you’re asking for.” I shove my cock as deep as I can; the head of it slamming against the edge of her womb. It sends me spiraling into a frenzy of growls and gritted teeth, and a mounting pressure I can feel inside my entire abdomen. My orgasm explodes through me and I collapse on top of Alese, waiting for the vibrations to pass.

As we both finish shuddering in pleasure, I pull her body close to mine, holding her against me tightly, so it feels as though we are one. Silence, the slippery little bastard that teases me each time I manage to steal a small amount of happiness, surrounds us, paving the way for guilt to find its way into my head. I start to pull away.

“No. Don’t move,” Alese whispers furiously, wrapping her legs tighter around me as she scrapes her nails lightly down my back, a hint of the ecstasy we have just finished experiencing.