Collateral Damage (19 page)

He took a step away from me, then glanced back and shook his head. "Why not just order a bottle of something?"

"Variety." Leaning over, I grabbed the phone off the nightstand and tucked it between my shoulder and my ear as I dialed. I placed an order, hung up, then jumped when something cold and wet was pressed against my lips.

"Open." Vince tipped the tiny bottle, and fiery liquid filled my mouth.
Tequila
. I closed my eyes and absorbed the burn. He grinned at me as he drained another bottle.

"So, are we planning to get drunk?"

"Can you get drunk?" I selected a bottle from the pile he'd made on the bed and drained it in a gulp. A nutty flavor coated my tongue. "Ugh. I hate Amaretto."

"I can get drunk, but not as drunk as you can, and it takes a lot more alcohol to faze me." He brought two uncapped bottles to his mouth and gagged as he chugged them down. "Cream de Menthe and Jack Daniels. I don't recommend it."

"Well, don't mix." I laughed and picked up a bottle of Irish Cream. "Here, this should get rid of the taste."

He licked the rim of the bottle before taking a swing. "Mmm. Now that's nice."

We sat for a while in silence, sampling different drinks until I was feeling a little woozy and he was giving me a heavy lidded look. He reached for me as I tipped off the bed and stumbled in the general direction of the bathroom.

"Hot tub," I said.

He grabbed me by the hips before I collided with the door. "Wait. I want to taste you first."

I propped my hands on the bathroom door and squared my feet as though I was about to get frisked. "I'm going to taste like liquor."

"Yes, well that's the only safe way to do it." He fitted himself against my body, slipping one hand onto my stomach and using the other to shift my hair over one shoulder. "If your blood isn't thinned, my saliva will do nasty things to you."

"Oh, yeah?" I ground my ass into his erection, smiling a secret smile when he groaned. "And what nasty things does thinned blood do to you?"

"Weakens me." He sucked my neck lightly, pulling my skin into his mouth. I felt the prick of his fangs.

"Does it really?" I moaned as he opened his mouth wide, ready for pain, pleasure, both. "If you were drunk, and I wasn't, could I overpower you?"

"Not likely." He released my flesh and licked up my throat, moving up to nibble my earlobe. "I will always be stronger than you."

"For some reason, I'm okay with that." I pressed my eyes shut as he worked his way back down to the pulsing vein he'd teased before. My heartbeat quickened as his fangs dented my flesh. "Vince . . . ."

"Yes?" He laved the area with his tongue, getting it nice and wet.

"Do it."

A sharp, stabbing pain, then an explosion of pleasure. My nails dug into the door. I writhed and whimpered as my core convulsed. I needed more . . . more!

It was over too soon. Vince compressed the wound with his tongue before whispering. "You can't spare more than a sip, not after how much I took before."

"
Please
." I wanted him inside me. Fangs. Dick. Whatever.

"Soon, my love." A knock at the door drew his attention. "Room service has arrived. Fill the tub; I'll be right with you."

The bathroom was even bigger and more beautiful than the one in Cyrus' house.

Black marble on the floor, around the bath and sink, around the huge mirror. A window that took up most of one wall, giving a perfect view of the mountains.

"Charge the room service to my credit card," I heard Vince say. "Add a twenty for your tip."

"Thank you, sir," a young man said.

After I'd started filling the bath, I went to the shelves by the sink and checked out the samples. The stupid things kept tipping over whenever I tried to grab one. I finally managed to get some bubble bath and shampoo. Couldn't find soap.

I made the water bubbly, reached in to make sure the water wasn't too hot, toppled over—an arm barred across my waist saved me from making a nosedive.

"I do believe you're wasted, pet." Vince sat me on the edge of the bath. "Which means I'll have to take care of you."

"Please stop calling me pet." I looked away from him as he eased the one strap of the gown off my shoulder. "At least tonight."

Vince nodded and gave me a half-hearted smile. "I suppose I can do that."

"Why do you look disappointed?"

"Because you despise any endearment that implies you're mine." He shrugged and put my hands on his shoulders as he stood me up. My dress pooled around my feet.

His lips parted as he glanced down at the gold thong. "Fuck me."

I gasped as he propped me up on the tub and dropped to his knees. "You like?"

He put his hands on my inner thighs. "Of course I do. You're like a delicacy served up on a gilded platter—Cyrus has very good taste."

There goes my buzz.
I brought my knees to my chest and then scooted over so I could hop off the ledge. Then, without any attempt to look gracefully or sexy, rolled the throng down my hips and kicked them across the room.

"Speaking of taste . . . ." The tray from room service had been left on the counter by the sink. I took a little cracker from a plate and dipped it in the dish of chilled caviar.

"From what I saw at the restaurant, you seriously need to expand your palate. I got some of everything—except chicken wings."

"You're planning to feed me?" He glanced at the caviar. "This outing is your prize, Nicole. It should be the other way around."

"My prize, so we do this my way."

He sighed and let me pop the cracker into his mouth. The face he made told me he'd been prepared to hate it. But then he cocked his head and smiled. "Not bad."

"Get in the bath while I fix you up another cracker, this one with liver pate."

"Liver?" He unbuttoned his shirt, shucked it, and then laid it on the other side of the counter. "Surprisingly enough, I can tolerate liver. I don't enjoy it but—"

"This isn't the same."

Naked, he lowered his large body into the bath and rested his arms on the sides.

My gaze caressed his wide chest, his broad shoulders, every chiseled inch of him. All hard muscle and no fat that I could see. I couldn't have dreamed up a more sexually appealing man. I wanted to climb in the water and slide up all that slick flesh. Take him inside me and use him to escape as I'd used him before. Part of me wanted the fantasy where things between us were no more complicated than two compatible bodies and great sex.

But I
needed
more. Needed to be inside
him
, and not only because his strength would help me free Alrik.

I climbed up beside him and held the cracker to his lips. "Tell me what you think."

He chewed slowly, not seeming to taste the food at all. Instead, he ate me up with his eyes.

"Delicious." He held out his hand. "Now come here."

"Not yet." I fetched a few plates and laid them out on the edge of the bath. Then I slipped into the hot tub, groaning as the jets kicked on and massaged my thighs, pressing between them. The erotic stream blanked my mind and stole my breath.

"Mmm. That's cheating."

"You thought I'd play fair?" He chuckled and hooked his arm around my waist.

A juicy, red, strawberry stroked my lips, and I met his eyes as I bit into the sweet flesh of the fruit. He made a low humming sound. "Watching you eat is such a turn on. If I take any more, I'll get sick. But I want to feed you."

I sucked the rest of the strawberry into my mouth. "I don't have a problem with that."

"That's my girl." He selected a piece of chocolate from another plate and held it between his finger and thumb even after I'd wrapped my lips around it. "Up."

His hand cupped my ass. As I rose up on my knees, he positioned himself so the thick head of his dick fit against my entrance.

"Down."

The chocolate melted on my tongue as I lowered. Snug, stretching, so tight. I sheathed him in my body and clenched my thighs against his hips.

Before I could lift up again, he put his hand on my waist and shook his head.

"Stay there."

Another strawberry filled my mouth. The sweet taste matched the sensation deep in my core. He kissed me, savoring my mouth, curving his hands over my shoulders and driving in even deeper. His lips and teeth glided along my jaw, teased my throat. With one arm, he leaned me back and bent down to swirl his tongue around a nipple. He nipped me and growled when my insides gripped him like a fist.

"Tell me you're mine." He said gruffly as he attacked my other nipple. Eyes on my face, he stretched it with his teeth.

"Yours, Vince." I raked my fingers through his hair, holding him to my breasts, thrilled by his rough passion. This was where I needed him. Beyond thought or reason.

"All yours if you need me as much as I need you."

"Need?" He rose up on his knees, lifting me, still impaled on him, and carried me to the other end of the bath. Water sloshed onto the floor as he pulled out and surged in, causing my back to slap against the marble wall. "Yes, I need you. Right here, like this, taking whatever I give you."

He went wild, pounding into me, completely unleashed. His hands hooked under my knees, he spread me open wide as he forced himself into me hard and fast.

Animalistic pleasure tore through me. Fierce, overwhelming. A scream ripped from my throat as I came, and I bit his shoulder to silence it. He roared, and I felt him swell, but he pulled out before he reached his own climax. He rose up, pulling me with him.

"Face the wall." He held my elbow until I was steady on my feet. Then he turned me, running his hand up and down my spine as I quivered, still lost in the throes of pleasure. "Flatten your hands on the tiles."

I obeyed, shutting my eyes as I heard him leave the bath.
Is he getting the belt?

On wet flesh, the pain would be unbearable. But he didn't leave the bathroom. A moment later, he returned, positioning himself behind me. He held my ass cheeks apart with one hand, and something slick and cool drizzled between them.

"I wanted to take this first." His fingertip prodded, worked past the tight muscle of my back hole. More liquid and then another finger. "But neither of us can help what happened. I will take it now."

No!
I whimpered as he pumped his fingers in and out, but I refused to stop him. I was his. He could take whatever he wanted.

And I needed him to know that.

I pushed back against him as a third finger joined the first two.

"There you go, just like that." He twisted his fingers and curved them, hitting a spot that turned the stinging, burning pain into dark pleasure. I thrust my hips at him as he pushed all three fingers in past the knuckles. "Yes. Yes, you're ready."

One more cold spill and his dick replaced his fingers. He strained against me and I panted.

He kissed my shoulder. "Relax. You can take me."

Not sure I could, I clawed at the wall and shook my head. "You're too big. It hurts."

"Shh." He kissed the nape of my neck and massaged my thighs. "Breathe with me, love. The pain will pass."

My breaths automatically paced his. And my mind wandered back to the time with Cyrus. Had it been easier then because Vince had forced me to wear the butt plug for so long? Or had Cyrus stripped me of all resistance?

Probably both. But this was better. Fine, Vince hadn't given me a choice, not really, but he'd left my mind untouched. I could have protested, and he might have listened. But I didn't want to. I wanted to—no,
needed
to give this to him.

As I relaxed, he filled me a little more. Slowly, slowly, prolonging the burn.

"Brace yourself," he whispered. His hands gripped my hips as he thrust in all the way. "Ah!"

I stifled a sob with my hand and leaned my cheek on the wall. Tears scalded my eyes, but I was prepared to endure. I was tight—he wouldn't last long.

He didn't move. The tension lessened. I held my breath, waiting . . . .

"None of that." He pressed his lips over the big pulsing vein of my throat. "Tell me when you want more."

More? More will split me in two!

"I'm not that much bigger than Cyrus."

"You sure feel like you are." My lips curved up as he let out a laugh filled with masculine pride. He sucked on my neck, teasing me with the tips of his fangs. The sharp pressure resonated in my clit. I shook all over, unsure whether to press against the sensation or pull away. "Don't . . . ." I licked my lips and tried to organize my thoughts. "Don't want to talk about Cyrus."

"Neither do I." He continued to nip and suck, never piercing my flesh, just keeping me right on the edge until I was ready to beg him to bite me. His hands moulded my breasts, rolling my nipples until I squirmed. Then one travelled down, slowly, so slowly that, by the time he reached my clit, I was whimpering and rocking my hips up to get the touch I needed right . . . .

There!
I cried out and threw one arm back around his neck, thrusting my ass to receive him as he gently manipulated me. He kept still, moving nothing but his fingers, and they went around and around my clit, turning it into an erect little nub with its own heartbeat.

"Vince!" My thrusts weren't enough. I had to make him take over before I went insane. "Please!"

"Tell me if it hurts." He pulled out almost all the way, slid in, keeping pace with the languorous circles he drew around my clit. "You feel fucking amazing, you know that, love?"

I made a whiny sound in response. Didn't hurt. Was slow torture.

"More." I gasped when he pushed in, deeper, deeper, then grunted as his pelvis slammed into my ass. "Yes!"

"Both hands on the wall, baby." His voice was tender, which seemed at odds with what he was doing, but right somehow. He held me as I positioned my hands. "I'm going to fuck you hard. All you have to do is make sure you don't hit your head."

"Do it." I groaned as he bent me over a bit more and took hold of my hips. "V—"

I choked on his name as he slid out completely. Then forced in with one smooth jab. Pain rode over pleasure as he did it again. And again. And . . . .