The Warlord Wants Forever

contentment for the first time in years. Then she'd lashed out again. 'After tonight, I understand that you'll never be brought to heel.' He clutched the chain, recalling earlier how she'd stopped so suddenly. 'Unless…' He trailed off, staring down into her eyes, riveted to his. 'Kneel.'

Her knees met the stone as if she'd been shoved down.

His eyebrows drew together in shock, his breaths coming fast. 'Shiver,' he commanded, not quite believing…

She did, and her skin pricked as if with cold. Her nipples hardened and she hugged her arms around herself.

He knew his grin was wicked. Five years of imagining had never prepared him for this. 'Grasp my belt.'

She looked up with dread, was staring into his eyes pleadingly when he said, 'Come.'

Chapter Six

As soon as her mind registered the command, her body rushed to obey with a swift, fiery clenching that left her sagging against him, her grasp on his belt the only thing that kept her from falling—as he'd anticipated.

When the bliss finally ended and she could catch her breath, she raised her face, parting her lips to ask—

'Again.'

She moaned, unable to release his belt as she twitched and swayed on her knees, brushing her breasts frantically against his legs. 'Stop, please…' She pressed her face against his huge shaft, needing it, her body squeezing only emptiness. She ran her mouth over it even as she begged him to stop. Though she'd hurt him, he was recovering right beneath her lips.

'Come harder.'

To her shame, she did, arching her back and crying out, opening her knees and undulating her hips for him to come fill her.

As the waves of pleasure relented, she dimly perceived him scooping her up into his arms. She was limp, disbelieving, yet every nerve was on fire. There was blackness, dizziness, and then she was in a new place, in a dark paneled study.

He set her to her feet, but she'd gone boneless from his orders and from… tracing?

In a tremulous voice, she asked, 'Where am I?'

He held her until she was steady, then crossed to open a small wall safe. He tossed the chain in and shut the door. 'You're at Blachmount, my manor in Eesti. This, Myst, is your new home.'

Her lips parted in shock. 'You can't just keep me here—'

'Apparently I can do anything I want where you're concerned. This is where you'll stay and where I'm going to show you all the mercy you showed me.'

Her eyes went wide.

'Listen carefully. This safe is unbreakable and you will never, never touch the lock. You'll never try to deduce the combination or garner it from me. Do you understand? Answer me.'

'Y-yes.'

He strode to her, clutched her arm and traced them into what looked like a bedroom. A vampire's lair. With the bed in the corner on the floor as they preferred. She shivered, knowing she was well and truly screwed in every possible sense.

'Undress,' Nikolai ordered from the shower.

Her shock had been quickly replaced by rancor, and she glared before obeying. He didn't care. Watching her yanking her clothes off in the steamy bathroom was like witnessing a gift unwrapped.

He stood under the pounding water, his body healing at a rate he'd never imagined. He'd taken a blow from her that would've crippled him for days in the past, and yet he was already hard for her again. In fact, his pain had been the only thing that had kept him from covering her in the courtyard and plunging into her as she writhed from her orgasm, her eyes firing silver with pleasure. Now nothing would spare her.

When she was completely naked, he stared at those plump breasts that had haunted him, his mouth watering at the thatch of auburn curls between her legs. What to make her do? The possibilities were endless. He could tell her to take him into her mouth and see how many times she could make his cock rise under her tongue. He could force her to beg to do it, to beg for him shoved inside her. After these last long years of agony, and now to have such a gift as this chain…

If Wroth had a sense of humor, he might have laughed.

He didn't understand the chain's power, only knew that it was absolute over her. He wasn't one to mull over its origin. If he spent time questioning every new development in his life for the last centuries, he'd have gone mad. It was a tool he needed. Simple enough.

He'd decided to bury the past, but tonight he'd realized she was too wild and too vicious to accept him. She'd proven she was just as his dreams told him. With this mysterious chain, could he make her a biddable wife, in his life—and in his bed?

Earlier, he'd been very conscious of her reaction as she came. She'd rubbed her face against his cock, wanting it. In an alley, with his clothes on, having just had his manhood battered, he hadn't been able to fully capitalize on her need. But in the shower…?

'Join me, Bride.'

She was compelled to, though she had an expression of disgust on her face. 'You keep calling me that, but you don't have that right. I've given no consent, so I think the term you're looking for is slave.'

His eyes narrowed as he took her tiny waist and pulled her into the water with him. 'Semantics. The end's the same. You forget that I'm from a time when men needed no consent to take what they wanted.'

'And you forget that I lived in those times as well and was glad to get past them. I'd almost forgotten what it was like having to kill all the leeches like you when your pesky little hearts would beat for me.' She cast him a look of pure venom. 'But it's coming back to me.'

When she bent down to wash off her knees, he crossed to sit on the marble bench at the end of the shower, watching her move. 'If I weren't a vampire and we had no history, would your body be aroused by mine?'

She'd just stood fully to lift her face to the water. At his words, she clenched her jaw.

'Answer me.'

'Yes,' she grated.

'Good. Come here. Closer.' When she'd finally sidled over, he commanded, 'Kneel once more.'

'You can't make me do this,' she hissed even as she obeyed.

'I'm not going to make you do anything. I will never force you to touch me or force myself upon you,' he explained while her expression turned disbelieving. 'No matter how badly you've treated me. In fact, just to make this harder on you, I will never touch you or kiss you unless you ask me for it. This will be that much sweeter when you reach to put your hands on my cock or beg me to fuck you.'

'Never.'

He ignored her protest. 'If at anytime in anything we do, you want to deepen the experience, for instance by climbing up here to straddle me, I give you leave.'

'Are you off your meds?' she snapped, but he could tell she was nervous.

He gently cupped her face with both hands, thumbing her glistening bottom lip. 'Touch yourself.'

She gasped, her hand flying to her skin as though magnetized. She stroked up and down between her breasts.

'Lower,' he commanded. Her fingers snaked down her flat stomach though she clearly resisted the order. 'Lower.'

She twitched from the fight, but she obeyed, her fingers descending to her sex.

'Open your knees wide and pleasure yourself as if I wasn't here.'