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“This is what I want,” I whisper in her ear. “And I know you want it just as badly.”
She clenches her teeth shut, but her whimpering tells me a different story. Then, slowly at first, her soft ass cheeks begin sliding up and down over my cock as she starts fucking my fingers. My cock hardens in response, but I hold myself in check.
Not until she begs, I remind myself as I hold her beneath me.
“I’m going to make you forget your own name by the time I’m done with you.”
My thumb glides over her wet slit as I slather her own arousal onto her sensitive clit, moving in tiny circles with increasing speed. She doesn’t even try to push her knees together but widens her legs all on her own, feet sliding out as far as possible across the floor.
She’s opening herself to me.
Galina can hate me all she wants, or at least pretend to, but her need for me has shut down all her barriers.
“Then shut the fuck up,” she says with lust in her eyes, “and fuck me like you mean it.”
I release her hair. Without me holding her up, she presses flat on top of the table. Her hands reach up and grip the edge in anticipation. But I don’t enter her. Not yet.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?” she pants.
“For you to beg,” I say as I tease the head of my cock at her wet opening.
She hisses in pleasure at the intrusion, but I pull back again, determined to hear her beg. When she does, I do it again. And again. And again until her breaths turn to moans. Her nectar drips down onto my cock.
“You want me to beg? Is that what you want?”
“That’s exactly what I want, ptichka.”
“Fine,” she snarls. “Fuck me, Arsen. Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me until I can’t remember my name. But whatever it is, just shut the fuck up and fuck me!”
I tug her head back until she’s staring at me. I press my lips against her forehead, savoring the salty taste of her skin before I give her what she wants as I thrust my cock into her pussy from behind.
She glares at me, starting to push onto her elbows to take me in completely. I shove her back down, kissing the shell of her ear.
“Arsen,” she rasps. “This won’t … change anything.”
Nipping her earlobe until she writhes against my fingers, I nuzzle her jaw. “I don’t care. I don’t think you do either.”
She doesn’t respond. I can’t abide by her silence—I crave her voice, even if it’s just her crying out. Yanking on her hair like the reins of a filly that needs to be broken, I begin to move my hips, feeling the tight wetness inside until the first cry of pleasure bursts from her lips.
Perfect.
Pleasure rages inside me like a hurricane. But somewhere under the potent cloud of lust is the jagged dagger’s edge of reality. Galina doesn’t trust me. She thinks I’m using her … that we’re enemies.
Perhaps she’s right.
Maybe we always were.
“M-mo—” she mewls.
“What was that?” I growl into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. I keep my thrusts nice and slow. My hand reaches down and spreads her pussy lips further apart as my thumb rubs her clit simultaneously. Her muscles ripple and flutter against my cock.
“I said … I said m-more.” Galina stands on the balls of her feet, desperate to find release. The urge to climax is making her twist beneath me like flames are licking at her heels.
“Good fucking girl.” I begin quickening my pace, and she moans loudly in response.
Knowing she needs something from me is turning me into a devil. I’m flush with my own thirst to come, but what fuels me more is the power I have over her. In this moment, she’s my puppet. I can make her beg, force her to scream or sing.
I can praise her or punish her. Galina’s insistence that I’ve been lying to her, manipulating her, tricking her, drives me to give her the latter. It doesn’t matter if she has every good reason to doubt my intentions. This coldness she’s offering me is stoking a new breed of hatred I didn’t think I was capable of.
