Into The woods 1&2

"One more step and you're dead!" Nikolai's voice was cold, his eyes fixed on Cassandra as her gaze darted to the door.

"You want to kill me?" she questioned, her heartbeat accelerating.

Nikolai leaned against the wall, his eyes lingering on her heaving chest. "Kill you? Hm. I would have done that long ago, bunny."

"Don't you dare call me that!" she shouted, her voice trembling. He smirked behind his mask.

"Ahh. You don't like 'bunny'? What about 'tesoro'?" He stepped toward her, and she instinctively backed away until her back hit the wall. He closed the space between them.

Cassandra lowered her gaze, unable to meet his piercing eyes. His breath, fresh with mint, brushed her face.

"Let me see your hands, bunny." He grabbed her wrists, and she struggled, but his grip was unyielding.

"I swear on my mother's grave, I will kill you myself when I get out of here!" she spat, her eyes blazing. He nodded, tending to the wound on her arm with surprising gentleness.

"Killing me is almost impossible, bunny. You'd have to train a lot harder." He released her hands and pulled a gun from his pocket.

Cassandra darted away, frantically scanning the room for something to defend herself with. "I don't care if you kill me, but we're both dying!" she snapped. He rolled his eyes.

"Take off your clothes, bunny. I want to see you naked." His words made her eyes widen in shock.

Was he serious? She hadn't even seen his face, and now this? "I'm not doing that!" Her voice was sharp and defiant. He chuckled, staring directly into her eyes.

"My apologies if that sounded like a request, bunny. Off them now!" His voice was commanding, smooth and husky, reverberating through the room.

Her hands trembled as she reluctantly removed her black gown, left only in a tight black singlet and fishnet stockings. Her figure captivated Nikolai.

"Art... you're a piece of art," he murmured, smiling behind his mask. "All of it. Take everything off."

Exhaling deeply, she hesitated before complying. Standing naked before him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, she glared daggers at him.

Nikolai approached, his gaze fixed on her lips. Despite her vulnerability, he didn't glance at her body.

"Beautiful... I could stare at you all day," he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned away, cheeks flushing.

He inhaled the scent of her neck, closing his eyes. The smell of sunflowers filled his senses, making him feel invincible.

From the moment he saw her, he knew she was his. He didn't need her approval. He didn't need her validation.

"Get away from me," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No, I won't," he replied, his tongue grazing her neck.

As soon as she felt his tongue, she held her breath and pressed her legs together.

"What kind of person licks someone like that? What are you, a dog?" She glared at him, and he nodded.

"Woof, woof," Nikolai said, laughing, which made Cassandra grit her teeth.

This man was definitely a psycho.

He looked at her with satisfaction, pulling her closer until her breasts were pressed against his chest. He bit her skin gently, tracing invisible lines on her back with his fingers.

Cassandra shoved him away, her face contorted with disgust. "Stay away from me!" she shouted, tears stinging her eyes.

Nikolai's expression remained eerily calm. "Say something else," he said, rubbing the back of his head as if he were simply bored.

"I want to go home! Take me home!" She demanded, clutching the bed sheets tightly around her, as if they could shield her from his cold presence.

"No," he replied with chilling finality. "Not until I know why you tried to kill me. If your reasons are strong enough, I'll let you go. If they're weak, I'll kill you." His voice was icy, devoid of any hint of jest.

Cassandra shivered. "Take off your mask," she demanded, her voice faltering.

He raised an eyebrow, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "No, bunny. Maybe some other time." He dragged a chair closer and sat down, crossing his legs casually. "Now, tell me, how did you find me?"

"I'm clever enough to track you down," she spat. "You and your family think you can come out of nowhere and take over our position in Italy?"

Nikolai chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "Why not? No family has held the mafia position stronger than us. Ah, I see now. Your father told you we took what was rightfully yours?"

Cassandra's face twisted in fury."I remember the days... your mother begged my father for mercy. You think you're powerful, but you're nothing."

Nikolai's eyes darkened. "Watch your mouth," he warned.

Unable to contain her rage, Cassandra slapped him. The room fell silent, the weight of her action settling like a stone in her chest. Nikolai's expression didn't change as he grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall.

"You should be dead by now, bunny. Don't test my patience." His nails dug into her skin, and she screamed in pain.

"I can keep you here as long as I want," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "No one, not a single soul from the D'Angelos, will ever see your dead bones or your face again." Cassandra's body trembled as his threat sank in.

"You will behave, bunny," he continued, tightening his grip until she could barely breathe. "I despise naughty girls."

He released her, and she crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. "Pick up your phone and call your father," Nikolai ordered, his voice a deadly whisper. "I want to hear him beg."

Nikolai tossed the phone to Cassandra, who hesitantly picked it up. She dialed her father's number with trembling fingers. "Put it on speaker, bunny," he commanded.

The phone rang twice, but no one answered. She tried Andrew's number next, and this time, he picked up.

"Hello?" she said, glancing nervously at Nikolai.

"Cassandra, my love! Where are you? I've been trying to reach you!" Andrew's concerned voice came through.

"Andrew... tell Papa that Nikolai Volkov has kidnapped me!" she cried, her eyes locked on Nikolai as tears streamed down her face. "He's harassing me!" she added, her voice breaking into a scream.

"W-what?"

Nikolai rolled his eyes and snatched the phone from her hand, ending the call abruptly. He looked back at her with his piercing hazel eyes. "Let's play a game, bunny. If you win, I'll let you go. But if you lose, I will fuck you so much that my name would be the last thing you remember," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"I'm not playing your sick game," she spat.

"It's past six. By eleven, we'll go into the woods. It's dangerous and thrilling. If you make it out, you're free. But if you fail... it'll be a delight to hear you scream my name tonight," he said with a sinister smile.

Nikolai watched Cassandra with a predatory smile, his eyes lingering on her heaving chest. She trembled under his gaze, her fear palpable. He moved quickly, deftly gathering her hair into a ponytail while she rolled her eyes in reluctant compliance.

"Are you ready, bunny?" He whispered into her ears and her entire body felt an electrifying shock.

"One... two... three. Run, bunny. Run!" His husky voice commanded. Cassandra bolted, darting into the dense woods. The cold, biting air wrapped around her, sending shivers down her spine.

As she raced through the forest, leaves and branches slapped against her fair skin, leaving stinging welts. Thorny bushes clawed at her, drawing thin lines of blood.

"Ahh!" she cried out as her left leg collided with a protruding root, sending her sprawling to the ground. Panic surged through her. "No, no, no. I have to move..." she muttered, inspecting her ankle. It was tender but not sprained. Ignoring the pain, Cassandra pushed herself up and continued her desperate flight.

Each second that ticked by felt like an eternity, a fleeting chance to escape the monster who had held her captive.

As she sprinted through the dense woods, Nikolai stood motionless, arms crossed over his bare chest, eyes fixed on his wristwatch. "If she's fast enough," he mused, "she should be back here in three minutes. If she falters, it'll take her about six."

"Come on, bunny, faster!" he shouted into the trees. Then he joined the chase, running with the speed and power of a gale, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. His black boots pounded the ground, each step resonating like thunder, shaking the earth beneath him.

Cassandra burst from a hidden corner of the woods, colliding with Nikolai's solid chest and tumbling to the ground, terror seizing her.

Her eyes welled with tears, and her heart plummeted. "No...no...no..." she whispered, scrambling to her feet and attempting to flee. But Nikolai's hand gripped the back of her neck, yanking her upward.

"How was the run?" he asked, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Stay away from me! Stay away!" she screamed, struggling and driving her elbow into his rock-hard stomach.

"Shh...we had an agreement, bunny," he reminded her, shoving her to the ground. She crawled backward, tears streaming down her face.

Cassandra had never broken down in front of anyone—not when her family abused her, not even when she watched her mother die. "Kill me already!" she spat.

Nikolai's smile darkened. He stepped closer, eliminating the distance between them. "Kill you? We've established I won't do that. But tonight, I will ruin you." He seized her legs, pulling her toward him. Lowering his face to her neck, he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, and bit the tip of his tongue, moaning with satisfaction.

"It's either you enjoy this with me, bunny or make it look like a rape, either ways, I'm tearing you apart!" He said, his fingers thrilling down her chest. He kept going down, maintaining eye contact with her.

Swallowing, Cassandra looked away slightly, but Nikolai shifted her face to stare at him.

"Look at me, eyes on me!" he commanded. Despite knowing Cassandra's hesitation, she didn't defy him.

As he lowered his head, kissing her stomach up and down, her heart skipped a beat. Tense, her body reacted as his hands slipped into her panties.

"Black, my favorite," he muttered, swiftly tearing them away with force.

Gripping the polo shirt he had given her earlier, he ripped it off her body, leaving her naked, adorned only by her body art. He captured her nipples with his mouth, sucking tenderly while his fingers traced her thighs.

She exhaled as he parted her legs, capturing her lips with an aggressive kiss, their tongues intertwining. Cassandra couldn't deny the sensations building within her, moaning softly into his mouth.

He pulled back, noticing a tiny droplet of blood on Cassandra's lip. Smiling, he licked it away, then resumed kissing her. This time, both his hands were on her breasts, squeezing them firmly enough to make her dig her nails into his hair, inadvertently discovering a white hair at his hairline.

"Ah," she gasped as he forcefully slid two fingers inside her, her tightness gripping his fingers, wet with desire.

"Mmm," she bit her lower lip, suppressing her moans, which only seemed to anger Nikolai.

"Take your hands off! Moan aloud! Only I can make you feel this way!" he growled. She obediently moved her hair aside, feeling the pressure building between her legs.

"Stop! Please, just stop," she begged, her mind slowly returning to her.

Ignoring her plea, he increased the pressure on her clit, circling it, eliciting a loud gasp as he moved his fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Fuck!" she screamed, her body ablaze with pleasure, craving him even as she resisted.

Gasping as the pleasure intensified, she exhaled deeply as he withdrew his fingers. Her body pulsed with pleasure, yearning for more.

Nikolai smiled knowingly, lifting her small foot to suck her tiny toes. Kissing up her thighs, he reached her hot, dripping core. With an agonizing slowness, he licked up her center, smirking as she arched her hips toward him.

Cassandra's head thrashed from side to side, her body reacting uncontrollably to Nikolai's expert touch. She could barely form coherent thoughts, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his ministrations.

"Please, Nikolai," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't take it."

Nikolai chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "You can, and you will," he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument