She’s right.
I play with her cunt a little longer before toying with her clit and licking her asshole. I do anything and everything to get her as wet as possible before slipping my hand into my pocket to retrieve a condom—a condom I no longer have since I left them on Zariah’s bedroom floor.
Fuck!
I can’t stop now. She’s so fucking wet, she’s making a mess on my desk. Her arousal my tongue missed lapping up has dripped past her ass and pooled onto the glass. Her thighs are drenched, and even with her panties stuffed in her mouth, her face is flushed with ecstasy. If I stop now, it will fucking kill me—then I’d have to kill someone. Zariah doesn’t want more bloodshed, so I have no choice. I’ll have to fuck her without a condom. She is going to be my wife, so what’s the worst thing that could happen?
Standing, I yank down my slacks until they sit huddled around my shoes. Zariah throws her head back and moans through her gag when I rub my aching cock over her drenched slit. Hating that I’m being denied her screams, I yank her panties out of her mouth and toss them to the side of my desk.
While she sucks in much-needed breaths, I move her to a half-seated position by yanking on the belt circling her wrists. Once her breathing returns to a safe level, I seal my mouth over hers to stifle her screams before impaling her in one swift movement.
Tight.
So. Fucking. Tight.
Her cunt strangles my cock. It chokes me as fiercely as I did her neck, sucking the life out of me with a pleasure I didn’t know you could experience with a virgin. She’s not innocent. She’s a fucking monster. She’s not just fucking me—she’s fuckingwithme. If I had to give up everything I have to ensure this experience would happen, I’d do it without a second thought.
That isn’t me. I’m Asher Yury, the most feared man in Russia. I don’t bow for anyone. . .but I will for her.
Zariah’s tears wet my cheeks when I slowly withdraw. I’m hurting her, but she fights through the pain by dueling her tongue with mine before biting down on my lip. Once I’ve pulled all the way back to the tip, I rock my hips forward again. The tangy taste of blood fills my taste buds when my thrust causes Zariah to bite down on my lip too hard not to inflict some sort of injury. I don’t mind. It adds to the excitement teeming between us by making me bleed right along with her.
My third and fourth pumps are greeted with the painful, ugly sobs you expect when one loses her virginity. It reminds me exactly what I’m claiming—how much ground I’ve covered in one day. I went from watching her from afar to owning every inch of her in under twenty-four hours.
I am a fucking master.
“Asher. . .” Zariah breathes deeply through her nose, her voice low. “It hurts.”
“Shh, Little Mouse. Trust me to take care of you. I know it hurts, but it won’t soon. I promise.”
I rock into her on repeat, paying careful attention to every grind. Her cunt still suffocates my cock, but its dedication to the nub inside her and the one throbbing between her glistening slit, weakens its hold. She’s drenched from her last orgasm, so I’ve got plenty of lubrication to ease the burn. I’ve just got to get her body to stop resisting me.
“Open up to me, Zariah. By relaxing, you’ll show me how much you want this.”
My chest swells with smugness when she follows through with my demand. She weakens the tight clench of her thighs before sweeping them open, allowing me to get the last inch of my cock inside her. The visual of my cock pumping into her tight, wet cunt. . .fuck.Blood-smeared residue shouldn’t be sexy, but it is. Especially since it’s Zariah’s—the woman I wanted to claim before I was even a man.
I rock into her faster, ensuring my pelvis grinds her clit with every plunge. I want her to quiver around me, for her climax to slick my balls with her juices, but I know that’s unlikely to happen. It’s even rarer for a virgin to come their first time than it is to find a virgin in this city over the age of consent.
“Asher. . .” This call is more desperate than her earlier one. It’s not a panicked sob. It’s a needy one. “Please.”
I angle my head to the side and arch a brow when she seizes one of my hands holding her hips to raise it to her neck. She lines my thumb up with the little bruise my earlier clutch left before lining my index finger up with the throb in her throat.
Fuck me—my sweet innocent virgin isn’t as saintly as her title claims.
She’s a masochist. . . and my sadist heart is in fucking heaven.
After tightening the grip she placed on her throat, I slither my other hand up her back to entangle it in her hair. I use her hair as leverage to slam her down onto my cock while my tongue steals the last of her oxygen my chokehold isn’t stealing. I pound into her on repeat, my fucking vicious and unrestrained. She’s going to feel me for days, and her neck will wear my marks just as long.
I really like that.
Once her lips turn the perfect shade of blue, I loosen my grip on her throat. As her lungs draw in a hurried breath, her cunt tightens around my cock, strangling me more than she’s killing my senses.
Her ecstasy-riddled face reveals what I’ve always known: I am Asher Yury—Zariah Volkov’s bitch.
Chapter 23
Zariah
Istop counting the pulse in my pussy when Asher returns from the bathroom. I feel battered and bruised all over. Every inch of me hurts. Mercifully, most of the ache is a good ache. Excluding the pain, losing my virginity was nothing like I had predicted. There was no gentle lovemaking under the flicker of candlelight or words of devotion shared. We fucked—wildly. And I loved every minute of it. I feel good. Almost invincible.
