Sordid (Sordid 1)

It was a different kind of assault like this. His warm, needy mouth carved a line down my sensitive neck, and by the time he reached my breasts, my nipples had tightened. I’d turned away from him and stared at the counter, but his tongue on the bud of flesh forced my gaze up and into the mirror. I watched as he bent me back over his arm so he could better suck on my nipple.

The image was shocking. Even with his eyes closed, he looked like he was in rapture. His pink tongue laved at my breast, then his mouth covered it. My eyes rimmed with red, threatening tears, and in his powerful arms I looked tiny. But my body . . . it responded to him, regardless. I hated it, and hated how I couldn’t stop my response even more.

He found the button at the top of my skirt and undid it, and the fabric fluttered to a puddle at my feet. My teeth chattered as Luka eased me backward until my back was cold against the wall, and he sank to his knees.

I couldn’t stop staring at the large mirror over the double sinks in disbelief. I barely recognized myself. My chestnut-colored hair was wild and streamed down past my shoulders, stopping just before the swell of my breasts. His broad back and dark head of hair blocked most of my lower body from view but it registered that he was tugging my panties down.

Somehow he’d stolen the fight from me.

There was barely any left once he had my underwear down around my ankles. I leaned against the wall as his palms slid over my legs, slowly working the knee-high socks off too, until I was completely naked. I flattened my hands against the wallpaper, pressing my clammy palms into the smooth paper.

“Look at me.”

He said it just loud enough to be heard over the rushing water, and I wondered if the noise had thrown his voice off. It had almost sounded like a request. My gaze reluctantly left the mirror, where everything seemed like it wasn’t quite happening to me, and found him.

Luka’s jaw was set and his dark eyes were devastating. “Addison. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

What? I bit down on my lip to keep from saying it out loud. I closed my eyes and my head thudded back against the wall. This was manipulation. Some sort of tactic to keep me swirling off balance.

I moaned with shock as his warm face nuzzled between my legs, and dug my fingers into his shoulders, trying to drive him back. I didn’t want his invasive kiss there, even if it had felt good last night. Everything had changed since then.

He ignored my whimper, pressed further, and his wet tongue caressed my sensitive, swollen flesh. I flinched and jolted, but his hands were tight on my hips. Goosebumps pebbled on my skin, not from the cold. The room was warm and humid from the running bath. My knees softened and I slid an inch down the wall, trying not to let his bizarre seduction faze me.

He moaned, and the fluttering of his tongue picked up intensity. The quaking in my legs worked its way to my core and threatened to collapse me. He’d brought me pain and fear, but I wouldn’t allow him to add pleasure to his list. I popped my eyes open and search for something to distract.

The tub was getting full. If he stayed kneeling, it’d overflow and could be a big enough distraction to use for escape. He could be lying about there being no other place around. Or maybe I didn’t need to escape. Maybe it was as simple as finding a landline to call for help, even though I had no clue where I was.

It wasn’t an easy task, pretending to submit to him, but I stepped my feet apart, giving him more room and encouraging him to stay on his knees.

Luka stopped. He tilted his head and looked up at me with curious surprise. The visual of him on his knees in front of my naked body stopped my breath. How the hell had we gotten here? This had been my fantasy before, and now it made me want to weep.

He pulled up to his feet so he was looming over me, and brought his mouth, wet with my taste, to mine. The kiss was passionate and desperate from him. What was I supposed to do? Did he expect me to kiss him back? Because it’d be a cold day in hell before that happened. I wanted to distract him, but this I couldn’t play along with. His hands slid up to frame my face, but I broke the kiss. He blinked once and straightened, looking momentarily like he was coming down off of a high.