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The bitter taste assaults my tastebuds when the post-nasal drip hits me, and I snort three more times to clear my nose. I do it again, snort the second line and repeat the process. I then rinse my mouth as I feel the high taking over my body, energy flowing through my veins.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing with coke?”
I freeze and look behind me. There, perched on the couch, sits Nikolai in a suit. He looks better than ever with a tie, his hair slicked back, and his silver eyes on fire as they rake down my body.
You killed my brother, and now I’m fucked, always looking for an escape however I can get it.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Nikolai narrows his eyes at me. “Yes, I would. That’s why I asked you. Do I have to get it out of you,solnyshko?”
“I need to feel something.” I lick my lips, barely feeling my tongue. “It helps me do that.”
Nikolai gets up from the couch, headed slowly in my direction, like a predator stalking its prey. “I can make you feel, princess. But it just might hurt.”
“So hurt me,” I whisper, barely audible, but the subtle widening of his eyes, the licking of his lips, and his smirk tell me he heard me. “I want you to.”
Nikolai unbuttons his suit pants, zipping them down, and takes his heavy cock in his hand. I lick my lips at the sight, remembering everything that cock made me feel, how he did hurt me once before, and I want more. My filthy pussy craves him, even as my heart wants to hate him.
He turns around and sits on the couch with his pants to his ankles, pumping his cock while I watch. His eyes stare into mine as I watch him pleasure himself, and I clench my thighs from the sudden pulse between my legs. My clit is throbbing to the beat of my heart, and I can feel my panties sticking to myself. Something so subtle, so simple, turns me on. It’s him, not the act.
Fuck my life.
“Come here, Camilla,” he commands, and my feet carry me to him without my permission. “Stop.” I do a few feet away, and he grins. “Crawl to me, princess.”
I frown, but I get on my knees and do it anyway because I know the reward awaiting me is a stronger motivator than a little bit of humiliation. He spreads his legs and I kneel between them, mesmerized by the way he strokes his long, thick cock right in front of my face. My mouth waters at the way he looks at me, and he smirks.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Now, take off the top of your dress. I want to see those piercings.”
I grin at that and unzip the back of my dress, sliding it down until it’s at my waist. His face completely darkens, and I feel the air thickening between us until I can scarcely breathe. I lick my lips yet again, swallowing the drool from my mouth. I want to taste it so bad. He must notice because he leans over, grabs hold of my chin, and then licks the tip of my nose from what I’m assuming is the leftover coke. He licks over his teeth when he’s done.
“You’re so pretty with those red lips,” His thumb pulls my bottom lip down, the lipstick smearing a bit on it. He looks at it for a beat, “I want them wrapped around my cock.”
Nikolai grabs the back of my dark hair at the nape and forces my head down onto his cock, my scalp burning from the assault. At first contact, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, then wet the shaft, getting him and myself ready. His grip doesn’t loosen from my hair, and the pain actually brings me comfort. I prop myself up on my forearms, putting them on his legs, and take him all the way back to my throat. I feel the drool coating him, but I can’t feel the back of my throat at all. Sometimes, it happens when I snort coke, so I’m not alarmed either way. I take him all the way back over and over since I’m not gagging, and he throws his head back and moans.
“Look at you,” he moans again. “Taking my cock like it was made for you.”
Nikolai begins to raise his hips, slamming into my mouth now, and I still take it without gagging. I add my hands, speeding up the bobbing of my head, wrapping my lips tighter around his shaft and hollowing my cheeks, except suddenly he pushes me off.
His chest is heaving, his breathing ragged, and a grin on his face. “Was that good, baby?” I ask him, and his eyes snap down to mine.
“So fucking good,” he whispers.
Once again he leans toward me, though this time he grabs me by the waist and hoists me up to sit on his lap, his cock right in front of me, leaning against my abdomen. It’s fucking enormous.
My dress raises above my hips and all that’s left is my panties, which he rips again, in half. They fall away from my body and he grabs them, bringing them to his nose. “Honey,” he whispers, “you smell like honey.”
Andhesmells like vanilla and sandalwood. Plus something else I can’t pinpoint.
His hand returns to my nape, pulling my hair, “I saw you out there with him, Camilla. Smiling for him, laughing with him. You won’t be doing that anymore if you know what’s good for you.” A loud slap cracks through the quiet and it lands on my ass. “You will only be doing that forme.”
My pussy clenches at his words and he grins. He knows the way he affects me and how his words turn me on beyond what anyone else ever has. With merewords. “And what makes you think you can tell me what to do?” I raise an eyebrow.
“This is not the time to be a little brat, princess,” he tells me, raising my hips up and slamming me down on his cock. I go to scream, but he covers my mouth, effectively silencing it. “This is the time tofuck.”
There’s a burning sensation that I can’t shake due to the unexpected and brutal entry, but I adjust by shifting my hips forward and back, adding friction. I cry out when he slams into me from the bottom, over and over, and I bite my lip to stifle my sounds. Tears fill my eyes and spill over, and he pulls me closer by my hair and licks my tears.
“You can take it.” He growls in my ear, “You like the pain, Milla.”
