Authors: Christine Edwards
His confession leaves me reeling. I feel the same way. When did everything become so complicated?
With sincere eyes, he lowers his large shoulders and whispers against my lips, “I’m so sorry, my sweet Vail.”
I feel his full lips press gently against mine in a tender kiss and I can’t help but lean into him. He holds me by the shoulders to steady me as he pulls away.
More
… I mentally plead.
“Go back to bed now, baby.”
I turn without a word and do just that. I’m reeling with what he disclosed to me.
I have to get out of here … The connection between us is mind bending.
***
I wake the next morning and pull a light blue sweater and dark jeans onto my petite frame before heading out to make a cup of tea. There’s a note lying on the coffee table that reads: In the workshop.
Setting the note down with a sigh, I start to turn toward the kitchen when something unexpected near the front door catches my attention. His rifle. It’s leaning against the wall and it just became my new ticket out of this emotional mess.
I sprint to the bedroom and yank my coat on while fumbling for my boots. I check for my passport, ID, credit card and phone. I waste no time because I can’t over-think it, I just have to act. It would be too easy to hesitate and lose my nerve. It has been nearly fourteen years since I held a gun and I never intended to touch one again. Now the situation demands it.
The snow is pummeling down as I open the front door. With strumming heartbeats that mimic a roaring jet, I trek across the frozen ground to the closed shop door. I pause and position the rifle against my shoulder. Without warning, the door is thrown open and Alreck stares at the rifle for a brief moment before locking his eyes with mine.
He heard me coming
. I swallow a gasp at the new foreign expression that lies on his stunning face. It’s one of abject betrayal.
“Give me the keys.” I do my best to keep my voice steady, serious.
“You’d better shoot me now, Vail.”
What?
“Do it.” He spits the words at me.
His face is hard, implacable.
We take each other’s measure in stony silence for a moment.
“I said give me the keys. I won’t ask again.”
“Give me the fucking rifle, woman. You don’t have it in you,” he sneers.
Something in my brain detonates from the constant stress and I scream, “I’ve done it before! I won’t hesitate again. Give. Me. The. Keys!”
He narrows his eyes, testing me, and I become scathing mad. “It was a long time ago but I’m not that rusty. I watched that dickhead boyfriend of my mom’s beat her regularly, often right in front of me, waking me up in terror, night after night, never knowing when it would happen. One night I just couldn’t watch anymore. I ran into their bedroom and grabbed his Glock and unloaded the whole magazine on his sorry ass. I was eleven years old and I still don’t regret it. Now hand me the keys.” Just the memory of that night makes me spitting mad, and I’m more determined than ever to get away. I won’t be like my mother. I’ll stand up for myself. I stood up for both of us and I was merely a child.
I’ve never seen him stunned before. I watch him blink twice before he reaches into his pocket and hands the keys, palm out, to me. I snatch them and back away toward the truck with the rifle still on him.
“You had better not let me catch you, Vail.” It’s said in an impossibly deep voice.
A shiver goes up my spine as I watch him widen his stance and cross his brawny arms across his parka.
The truck easily roars to life and my heart is thundering in my ears. Don’t look back! I give the truck too much gas and it lurches forward.
Easy, easy, not too forceful, he can’t catch you now. You’re the one with the vehicle!
I know very little about driving on snow and ice aside from the fact that you want to keep a forward momentum and you definitely want to avoid braking if at all possible. Keeping both hands on the wheel, I pass Edgard’s cabin and continue forward without a glance.
Come on, Vail, all you have to do is make it to out of the woods and onto the paved road!
A flash of color in the woods off to my right makes my head jerk. Oh shit! It’s Alreck and he’s on his snowmobile. He must know these woods like the back of his hand. The sleek, black and silver snowmobile glides out from the trees and comes to a halt about three hundred feet in front of the moving truck.
Is he seriously going to play a game of chicken with me? Damn!
I roll to a reluctant stop about fifty feet away, unable to bring myself to run him over. I still have the gun, I tell myself. I crack the window and shout, “Move!”
He continues to glare at me, furious as he grips the handles of the snowmobile. Suddenly, he hops off the bike and I watch in slow motion as his legs eat up the distance between us.
Move, Vail! Reverse it!
I throw the truck into reverse and give the accelerator a healthy push as I glance desperately over my shoulder. I look forward again and see him hauling tail toward me. I shove the pedal harder and feel the tires skid in the snow.
Oh no! He looks so angry …
I try to over-correct my steering and the back of the truck smacks into a pile of snow. Before I can react, a large hand reaches into the four-inch opening in the window and I watch in despair as the lock is thrust upward. Without a word, he climbs inside the cab and roughly unlatches my belt before shoving me over into the passenger seat. As I try to right myself from the hard push, his hand locks onto his rifle and he pulls it into his lap. The muzzle is pushed against the driver’s side door. He out-maneuvered me in the span of fifteen seconds.
Alreck shifts the truck into a low gear and soon the tires become unlatched from the snow. We head back toward the cabin at a reckless speed. I begin to tremble violently and know his fury must be unimaginable. I’m so scared that my brain won’t allow me to think beyond this moment. I try desperately to anticipate what will happen but I’m just blank. I can’t get a handle on my breathing and clutch at my cold hands out of desperation.
The truck comes to a jerky halt exactly where it started moments ago and I shrink against the passenger door. He jumps out of the cab and I shriek as he opens the door and grabs my upper arm in a vice-like grip. He pulls me out of the truck and drags me effortlessly toward the front door. I barely register Titan on our heels, whining in confusion as Alreck thrusts me inside the
rorbu
and shuts the dog outside.
This can’t be good.
As the door slams behind us he turns to face me, eyes wild with unchecked emotion. Hesitant, I back slowly away while saying to him in a trembling voice, “Alreck, please. If you were in my position you know you would have taken the opportunity as well.”
“I would never raise a gun to you, Vail. I would
never
harm you.” His voice is deadly calm, but I can see his hands shaking. “I told you everything you wanted to know, and I thought we had an understanding.”
I take a step toward him. “I’m scared, Alreck. Not of the Russians, but how I feel …”
I scramble backward again as he stalks me. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m thrust into the bedroom and first my jacket, then my sweater and jeans are roughly pulled off my quivering frame, leaving me only in violet-colored panties and bra. I tremble as he shucks off his coat and boots, but leaves his tee and jeans in place, all the while glaring at me with a
move and see what happens
stare.
I open my lips to speak but no sound comes out. His giant hands span my waist as he throws me roughly on the bed. Before I can scramble away, he’s right there, quickly positioning me on my back. Our eyes latch.
In a low growl he says, “Do you have anything to say to me, Vail?”
I hiss, not ready to give up the fight just yet. “What are you going to do, tie me up again? Because we both know that’s the only way you’re able to make me mind you.”
“If that’s what you think you deserve, but I had something else in mind.”
His arctic eyes bore into mine. I can see what he wants, and for once we are on the exact same page.
My eyes flare as I demand, “Kiss me.”
He breathes deeply through his nose and it appears that he’s wrestling with himself for control. He reaches one arm up to pull his gray tee over his head and whips it to the floor. In a smooth motion he descends onto me, stroking the top of my face possessively before running his hand through my hair.
The kiss he gives me is not romantic and sweet. It is dark, possessive and wild, exactly like him. His tongue probes my lips and demands entrance, and I obediently comply, nearly shamed by my lust for him. His aggression, so tightly contained, unravels in a passionate fury. I’ve longed for this since I first saw him. I moan into his mouth, the feeling so fluid and perfect that I begin to wonder if it could be real, if any of this is real.
Without interruption, he snakes a hand down between our bodies to slide under the lace of my panties. He draws them swiftly down and off my parted legs, throwing them impatiently to the floor. I am bare, with the exception of my bra, and I’ve never been so thrilled in my life.
Breathing heavily above me, he grabs both of my thighs and gives a firm yank as my core is spread wide for him, my parted legs helplessly draped over his strong thighs.
I gasp and take several shallow pants before whispering, “Alreck, I need you.”
His gaze turns primal as he lowers his eyes to my glistening pussy. With one thick palm clutching my thigh tightly against his, I watch as he runs his tongue across his right thumb and lowers it down to rest firmly against my swollen clit. He remains motionless and I can’t resist lifting my hips just a bit, desperate for friction. He allows me these small movements and I whimper as the pressure builds.
“Tell me to stop, Vail. This is your only chance.”
Without any hesitation, I nearly plead, “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. You know I want you like this, Alreck. Take me.”
His eyes go molten as I lean forward to wrench his jeans open and gasp, completely stunned as his massive, proud cock juts forward without the hindrance of underwear. I only get a glance because his hot palm plants itself squarely between my breasts and shoves me back onto the bed. He pulls my bra over my head and I lay bare and exposed beneath him.
I watch as he rises to his feet to impatiently shove his jeans down and off his toned legs. I can feel my body begin to shake in anticipation as his gorgeous body levers itself down against mine. As he hovers over me, his thumb returns to swirl around my sensitive clit while he lowers his bearded mouth to nip and suck on my eager nipples.
I arch up and moan loudly as I run my hands across his wide shoulders. Without warning, he grabs my wrists with his free hand like a shackle and anchors them to the mattress above my head. His head lifts up from my full breasts to meet my sultry gaze. The wildness in his eyes is both breathtaking and utterly frightening.
My breath hitches as he moves his thighs up closer to my dripping core, forcing me wider for him. I allow my eyes to close for a second as the combination of everything that’s happening threatens to overload my senses. I feel his hot, wide cock line up perfectly against my little slit.
“Vail.” It’s moaned desperately, thick and in a nearly reverent tone.
My eyes fly open and lock with his as he shoves against me, taking what he wants from me. I start to writhe in panic, feeling that he won’t fit. I look down and nearly gasp at its thickness. My body just can’t yield to a stunning cock of that size.
With my trembling arms still pinned above my head, he leans down to whisper comfortingly against my lips. “Be soft for me. Go soft for me, baby.”
With a deep, calming breath, I stare at him and will my body to relax beneath is massive one.
“Oh, oh yes!” I cry out as the head enters me with determination.
A guttural sound erupts from him right as he breaches me and doesn’t stop until he’s sheathed to the hilt, so very deep within my channel. The feeling is overwhelming. He is pulsing and so hard inside me, and I can tell that I’m about to orgasm. I try to wiggle a bit beneath him, desperate to adjust to his girth.
“Tell me you’re mine, Vail. Tell me this and I’ll give you what you need, baby.”
“Alreck,” I whisper, my voice sultry. “You already know I am. I’ve been yours since you saved me out in the snow that night. All you had to do was ask.”
With mesmerizing smoothness, I watch him push up on one ripped arm while still holding my wrists captive with the other. He starts out slow, almost tenderly, but soon his pace quickens and he thrusts with tremendous power that leaves me gasping. With each deep shove, the platform bed groans and threatens to collapse beneath us.
He fucks me with exquisite control, like everything else about him. Each brutal, heaving thrust brings me closer to the edge of my physical precipice and I simply can’t wait to fall over it. I feel him growing impossibly harder within me. He’s pounding into me full throttle when I suddenly scream out as the convulsions from a shattering orgasm rip through me. Like an undertow, it leaves me spinning as the waves continue mercilessly, spurred on by his primal actions. The pleasure is absolutely devastating.