Blackmailed For Love

Chapter 43: A Losing Battle 

Elsa

Kristian kept his hand on my lower back like he was preventing me from running away as we stepped inside the elevator.

I watched as he pressed the button for his penthouse and then entered the code.

When his arm slipped around me and he leaned into me, his chin resting on my head, I felt like it was more him trying to lean into me than keeping me pressed into his side.

When we reached his penthouse and the elevator doors opened, Kristian pulled me with him.

My eyes took in the dark tones of his place accentuated only with grey highlights.

Even in the dim light coming from above the sprawling stairs, and the shimmers that were courtesy of the New York skyline, I could see that his penthouse was luxurious and richer than the apartment I was living in.

There was a gap between the tall buildings in front of the floor to ceiling windows that would allow him a perfect view of sunrise.

It was huge, classy and even though it was furnished to a T with dark wood furniture, glossy marble and thousands of dollars worth of carpet that looked better than the sheets I used to sleep on till now, I felt like it lacked in warmth.

The place looked empty that even the art and crystal vases couldn't fill.

"Come." Kristian started to tug me toward the stairs.

"Wait!"

I tried to jerk away from him but he was gripping my wrist too tightly, either he didn't realize it in his drunken haze or he was intentionally hurting me because I was sure he would leave bruises behind in the shape of his fingers.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as he tugged me toward the stairs.

I followed behind him or unless I got dragged across the floor.

"I want you in my bed." He said as he pulled me up the stairs.

"No.Wait!" He ignored me as he almost lifted me up the last two-three steps.

"I'm not going to have sex with you, Kristian… Please, don't force me."

He turned around and slammed me against the wall between two doors.

Looming over me like he wanted to squeeze my throat he said, "Pull your mind out of the gutter, little girl.I never had to force you in the past and when I would sink into your tight pussy I would do it after making you beg for it."

"Then why am I here?" I questioned, trying and failing to not fell in those dark grey eyes of his.

"You are here because I want you to be here." He said and then he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Kristian!" I squeaked, holding tightly to his pants.

"Hush.." He slapped my arse.

"I just want you in my bed."

A moment later I heard him opening a door and then I was flying down and landed on the most cloudy mattress that I had ever felt, bouncing twice before I settled back.

And then he was on me, a knee on the mattress, he slid on top of me.

His elbow held his weight but he was too close, close enough that my breasts grazed his chest.

My mouth went dry as his scent engulfed me and how freaking beautiful he looked with his hair falling on his forehead and his eyes were anything but cold.

"Kristian..." I whispered and I made a mistake of placing my palm on his smooth, solid chest.

He sucked in a sharp breath and then his hand slid mine from the right side of his chest to the left where I heard his heart beating a strong staccato against my palm.

My eyes flickered closed for a moment and he leaned down, making my legs fall apart on their own accord.

God, his weight felt so familiar and delicious on top of me.

I felt his warm breath tickling my neck and a moment later, his lips brushed the soft skin where my neck met my shoulder.I squirmed beneath him as he licked my sensitive flesh before he trailed kisses up to my ear and then moved along my cheekbone to my lips.

He paused.

And I held my breath as my eyes fell close and I fought a battle inside me.I wanted to pull him down and demand that he give me the kiss I was craving but I also wanted to resist.

The problem was where Kristian was considered I could never hold back or have control on what my mind decided was the right thing to do.I had always wanted him.

Had been obsessed with him enough that I had drugged him.And he had always been in control better than I could ever be.He had been always a battle that I could never win.He was my losing battle.And just like always, a glutton for punishment, I slipped my arm around his neck and lifted my head as I pressed my lips to his.

Later, I'll blame it on my body and his tantalizing scent that was messing with my mind but right now I could not help it.

Right now I was starving for him.I moaned as he forced my lips open with his tongue, taking control after I gave in.I tasted him and bitter remains of the alcohol.

But most of all I tasted need and desire.He slipped his hands over mine, his fingers entwining with mine as he slowly dragged our hands up over my head on the mattress.

His lower half pressed against mine, his hard length a prominent reminder of what I had missed all these years.

Reminding me of the emptiness that I had felt in his office while he had filled and fucked my mouth.

"Mmm..." I moaned into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist as I felt my pussy getting wet, ready for more.

And then all of a sudden I was left feeling cold and like someone pulled me out of a warm blanket and thrust me outside in the snow fall.

I blinked my eyes open and found him on his back beside me with his eyes closed.I looked at him with wide eyes that sure were filled with astonishment.

He said, "I wanted you to be here.Just here beside me.I don’t want to fuck you."

Wow.

Talk about battering my ego with a hard fucking baseball bat.

He opened his eyes and I watched as a slow grin stretched his lips and he pulled me over his body.I tried to fight it but he was too damn strong even drunk.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair but making sure that he wasn't hurting me he lifted my head and said, "Oh, don't look so glum, little girl.I didn’t say I won't fuck you ever.I meant I don’t want to fuck you when I am drunk.

The first time I fuck you will be when I’m stone cold sober so I can savor every delicious tight inch of your pussy."

"Let me go..." I said, trying to pull away from him.

But he held me tight and said, "No.You'll stay here and sleep with me."

With that he closed his eyes, like he was really going to sleep.

I looked at him wondering what alternate universe I just entered.

Licking my lips, I said, "I need to go back to my apartment."

His arm tightened around my waist and he didn't open his eyes as he threatened me.

"I could always use the handcuffs that have your name written on them.Do you want to try them on?"

I gritted my teeth as he used his other hand and pushed my head down so I was lying on top of him with my cheek pressed to his chest.

After a few minutes, I let my body relax to the rhythm of his heart in my ear and the warmth of his body seeping into mine. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I must've fallen asleep because the next time I opened my eyes, I was tucked into his body while he spooned me from behind, his arm wrapped around my stomach and his leg between mine.

As I started to come awake and my mind registered our positions, long buried memories came to the forefront and I blinked back the moisture that gathered in my eyes as my heart squeezed with longing.

I used to wake up like this in his arms and those were the most precious weeks of my life.I carefully lifted his arm from around me and slid out of his hold.

He turned and laid there on his back, his arm that was under my head still stretched out like seeking me out.

Unable to help myself, I leaned down and caressed his hair back.He turned his face into my palm and I kissed his lips softly.And before I gave in altogether, I left.