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Arsen leans over, his breath steaming in my ear. “Don’t you dare fucking fight it. Come for me, ptichka.”
The orgasm hits me out of the blue, and my toes curl as it overwhelms me. I toss my head and scream. “Fuck!” My voice cracks. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“This is what you fucking want, isn’t it?” he roars, slamming into me again.
“YES!” I scream back as tears begin rolling down my face. Are they tears of pleasure? Tears of hate? Both? I don’t know anymore, and I don’t care. All that I know is that I never want this moment to end.
“MORE!” I shriek. “I want more!”
“Is this not enough? Am I not enough?” He’s not talking about sex.
Spinning me, he rips his cock free of my pussy. One palm slaps my ass; another follows, until he’s spanking me without pause. My skin goes from buzzing to numb to on fire. I can’t believe he’s doing this … But what’s more shocking is how my pussy is practically gushing. Another orgasm overtakes me, sending deliciously hot tingles to my brain, my clit, my veins.
Seizing my middle, he pulls me away from the edge of the table until I’m bracing myself on the floor. My whole body jolts forward with the force of his cock entering me from behind, and slowly, I feel my face being pressed to the floor while my ass sticks in the air as Arsen fucks me like he’s trying to drive every brain cell, every emotion, from my being.
His powerful hand takes hold of my head and holds me down. I’m clay that he’s sweating to transform into something else.
He wants me to behave … to be his obedient little wife.
It’s a deliciously dirty thought in the moment. I can imagine obeying his every command, bending to kneel at his feet. He’ll stroke my hair … play with my nipples … make me come in a way no one else ever has.
But that wish of his can’t come true.
It shouldn’t come true.
What’s crazy is my primal brain wants it to come true. And the way he’s pumping into me, one hand diving beneath to rub my clit, I know it’s only a matter of time. “You’re so loud,” he groans. “Listen to yourself!”
“Fuck you!” I say again, but the words feel empty and meaningless.
His fingers wrap around my throat, and his thumb pushes against my lips. “Suck,” he demands.
God help me, I do it.
My lips close around his thumb, and my tongue swirls around it as I suck at it like it’s his cock. The salty taste of his cum lingers in my mouth. The sensation spirals us both over the edge. With my thighs twitching, I moan around him as my climax drains more of my strength.
Arsen’s shaft grows thicker inside me. It flexes, warning me he’s about to come.
“Yes,” he grunts, his sweat dropping onto my body to mix with mine. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Drops of sweat patter onto my back like rain. He stops playing with my clit; his fingers dig into my hips to hold me still. Searing hot cum pours inside of me. He doesn’t pull out when he’s empty—he leans deeper, like he’s trying to get every single drop as deep into my core as possible.
His breathing is hoarse. Both of us sound like we’ve sprinted a mile. I go limp, stretching out on the floor as he pulls from me with a wet, obscene noise.
“Galina,” he says gravely.
I don’t lift my head. “Get out,” I whisper.
Arsen lingers a while. Neither of us talks, though there’s plenty to say. I hear his zipper grind upward and the scrape of cloth on cloth. Lifting onto my elbows, I watch as he whirls around, outfit in shambles, and storms out the door.
I let out a shaky breath before propping myself up. His cum oozes out of me, making a small puddle on the floor. I dip into my sensitive opening and hold up my fingers, admiring the white glazing them. Without thinking, I slip them into my mouth and lick each drop, losing myself in the taste of him as my heart thunders in my rib cage.
It takes minutes before I come back to reality.
Angry red marks are on my chest and elbows. I bend my arms, wincing as I touch the tender areas. What’s crazy is the rush I get from seeing the damage he’s left behind. Each mark reminds me that I belong to him. That I will always belong to him.
Arsen is gone from the room, but I feel his presence all around. He left his mark on me in more ways than just the scratches.
That asshole. Yes, as the wetness cools inside my thighs and my body heat returns to normal, I feel like I did something wrong. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thrilled by the dark side he inspired in me.
