005

~Niklaus

It had been a week since I committed that unforgivable sin, a week since I laid hands on the ghost of Davina through the body of my own stepdaughter.

And since then, I couldn't touch another woman.

Three different sluts had been brought up to my private suite over the last seven days, I sent them away before they even had a chance to unbutton their clothes.

I was completely uninterested.

The moment they stepped into the room, disgust settled deep in my gut, leaving me cold and distant.

Nothing worked. No matter how much scotch I poured down my throat or how late I stayed at the office grinding through paperwork, the memory of Katya kept flashing violently in my mind.

I couldn't erase the image of her dark hair spread across my white sheets. I couldn't forget the tight, desperate heat of her body clamped around mine, or the way her breathless screams had echoed.

I could still taste her on my tongue. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt her small hands digging into my shoulders, demanding more, ordering me around like no one in this city had ever dared to do.

It was a nightmare. She was supposed to be off-limits, a constant, walking reminder of the woman who had abandoned me seven years ago. Instead, she had become an obsession, a dark fire burning straight through my self control.

A heavy knock at the double doors broke through my thoughts.

Julian stepped inside my office, holding a leather-bound folder. "Sir, the security updates for the penthouse floor are complete, and Miss Katya's enrollment documents for the local university are ready for your signature."

I didn't look up from my desk, my jaw clenching tight at the sound of her name. "Is she still in her room?"

"No, sir," Julian replied cautiously. "She requested a driver to take her downtown like an hour ago. She said she was tired of being kept like a prisoner."

My eyes snapped up, burning into his. "She said what?”

I stormed out of my office, rage boiling in my chest, and took the private elevator straight up to the eighth penthouse floor. If she thought she could order my drivers around and treat my building like her personal playground, she was dead wrong.

I decided to check her suite first to see if she had already come back. I shoved the heavy double doors open, striding past the foyer and throwing her bedroom door wide without bothering to knock.

The moment I stepped inside, my breath jammed in my throat.

Katya was stepping straight out of her adjoining bathroom, completely naked, water shining off her bare skin.

I spun around on my heel immediately, facing the wall, my jaw clenching so hard it throbbed. "For God's sake, Katya, put some clothes on!"

"Oh, Niklaus, it's my room," she said, her voice dripping with playful defiance. "And I choose not to."

"I swear to God," I groaned, staring blind at the wall while my chest heaved, "if you call me by my name one more time, I will teach you a lesson you'll carry the scar from for the rest of your life!"

I felt completely powerless, and it was driving me insane. Just catching a glimpse of her bare body for a bit of a second had sent a surge of blood straight down my waist, my cock hardening fully for the first time in eight damn days.

I heard her light, deliberate footsteps clicking against the hardwood as she walked closer to where I stood.

"You can't even turn around to look at me without getting a bulge, can you, Niklaus?" she taunted, stepping right into my peripheral vision. "And you claim you want to be called Dad, Stepdad, or whatever?"

"Katya, shut your mouth," I snapped, keeping my eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Oh, bloody hell," she laughed softly, her tone razor-sharp. "We both know there's a very thin line between you staying turned around and you coming over here to grab me, pin me against the wall, and fuck me again, isn't there, Niklaus?"

"Don't push me!" I growled, my hands curling into tight fists at my sides as my control frayed to a single, burning thread.

"Push you? I'm not even touching you, Niklaus!" she shot back, stepping dangerously close behind my back. "If there's anything I'm pushing, it's your cock into a vertical position!”

That was the final straw.

Every remaining drop of my self control snapped. I spun around, grabbed her by the upper arms, and slammed her back against the nearest wall before she could even draw a breath.

Her head snapped back against the wood, her dark eyes widening in shock, but she didn't look afraid.

Her wet skin was slick and hot beneath my hands, her flush chest heaving against mine as I towered over her naked body.

"You think this is a game?" I snarled, my voice dropping into a deadly, guttural rasp inches from her face.

My grip tightened, my fingers digging into her skin as I pinned her flush against the cold surface. "You think you can stand in my house, completely naked, and push me until I break?"

"I don't think, Niklaus," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with heat rather than fear.

Her gaze dropped down to my mouth, her lips parting as her breath hitched. "I know you're going to break."

"You have no idea what I'm capable of, Katya," I growled, my knee forcing its way between her thighs, completely opening her up. "I stayed away from you for a week. I tried to forget what happened on thar fucking unholy day. But you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?"

"Because you were lying to yourself," she shot back, tilting her head up, her eyes flashing with pure defiance. "You haven't touched another woman since that day, have you? You're obsessed with me, you're craving me, you want me again, don't you?"

A dark, dangerous laugh escaped my throat. I lowered my hand from her arm, my heavy, calloused palm sliding down the curve of her neck, dragging over her collarbone, and cupping her soft, wet breast.

I squeezed hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from her throat, my thumb flicking over her hardened nipple.

"Obsessed?" I whispered, leaning in until my lips brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, making her shiver violently. "No. I'm cursed. And since you're so eager to remind me of what I can't have... I'm going to make sure you pay for every single thought you put in my head."

I slid my hand further down, pressing two fingers directly into her soaking pussy. She let out a breathless, broken moan, her hands immediately flying up to grip my forearms as her head thudded back against the wall.

"Niklaus..." she gasped, her attitude completely melting into raw need.

"Say my name again," I commanded, my fingers moving inside her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that made her hips twitch frantically against my thigh. "Tell me again how bad you want your stepfather to ruin you.”

"Tell me," I growled, driving my fingers deeper into her wet pussy, feeling her inner walls pulse frantically around me.

"I want it..." Katya choked out, her breath hitching as her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of my forearms.

She threw her head back against the wall, her long, damp hair clinging to her chest. "Fuck, Niklaus... stop talking and just do it."

Her defiance was like gasoline on a fire. I ripped my fingers out of her, unbuckled my belt with one swift motion, and shoved my trousers down just far enough to free my rigid, aching length.

I didn't bother with foreplay. I grabbed her by the hips, lifted her slightly off her feet, and slammed straight into her in one brutal, unyielding thrust.

A loud, shattered scream tore from her throat, echoing off the high ceilings of the bedroom. She was so tight, so impossibly wet, wrapping around me like a vise that nearly forced me over the edge the second I entered her.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice a dark, gravelly roar as I locked my hands into her hips and pulled back, only to drive into her harder, pinning her back against the wall.

She forced her heavy lidded, dark eyes open barley, staring right into mine.

Sweat dripping on her collarbones, her full breasts bouncing with every violent impact of my hips.

"You're... crazy..." she gasped, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist to hold on as I kept thrusting her ruthlessly.

"You brought this on yourself, spoiled brat," I snarled, thrusting so deep inside her that her toes curled. "You wanted to push me? You wanted to test your stepfather? This is what happens."

She didn't back down. Even as her voice broke into wild, breathless whimpers, she arched her back, grinding her hips right back against mine, meeting every single strike with raw, reckless hunger. "Harder, Niklaus... do it harder!"

I lost what little sanity I had left. I reached up, grabbing her hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her face in and crushing my mouth against hers.

It was a violent, possessive kiss, tasting her, consuming her, drowning out her moans with my own tongue while my lower half buried into her again and again.

Her inner walls began to convulse violently around my shaft, clamping down so tight I couldn't breathe.

Her body shuddered, a high, piercing cry smothered inside my mouth as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, ripping through her entire frame.

Feeling her break beneath me tipped me straight over the edge. I pulled my mouth from hers, buried my face into the crook of her neck, and let out a dark, guttural growl as I thrust as deep as I could possibly go, flooding her tight core with heavy, pulsing streams of hot cum.

I held her there against the wall for a long, quiet minute, both of our chests heaving violently, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the room.

Slowly, I slid out of her and let her feet touch the floor. Katya’s knees buckled immediately, but I caught her by the arm, keeping her upright as she panted, her skin flushed red and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

I pulled up my trousers, buckled my belt, and looked down at her as she leaned weakly against the wall, trying to catch her breath.

"Now," I said, my voice completely cold, forcing the absolute authority back into my tone as if I hadn't just lost my mind inside her seconds ago. "Get dressed. In two days, Julian is taking you to the new university I enrolled you to."

Her head snapped up, the haze of pleasure in her dark eyes instantly replaced by sharp defiance. "What? No."

"When I brought you back, I thought you were mature enough to finally stay and take over your late father's business," I continued, adjusting my belt and smoothing down my shirt. "But clearly, you have a lot of growing up to do. You'll go to school first."

"No, we both know I'm matured! Why can't I just be here?" she demanded, pushing herself off the wall.

I stopped. I looked at her, at the wild, beautiful mess I had just made of her. I closed the distance between us in a single stride, reaching out to wrap my large hand firmly around her jaw, tilting her face up to meet my gaze.

"Darling," I murmured, the word slipping out heavy and dark. "I can't resist you. And I can't keep doing this with you. We both know it's wrong."

She didn't flinch. She glared right back at me, her chest heaving against mine. "What fucking rule in this world is painting this as wrong? I want you. You want me. That's mutual."

A slow, bitter smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. I let go of her jaw, taking a deliberate step backward, forcing the necessary distance between us.

"I wish the world worked like that," I said quietly, turning on my heel and grabbing the brass handle of the heavy double doors.

I didn't look back as I pushed them open. "Bye, Katya. I won't be seeing you again until you leave.”