“You don’t know what you ask.”
“Don’t I? Tell me.”
“Why are you doing this?” Ilya came closer, palms settling on the wall above Quinn’s shoulders. He kept his body back, careful not to touch. Wary of putting his scent anywhere on her.
It only served to confirm her suspicions.
“I want to know.”
“You do not.”
“You don’t know for certain, do you,” Quinn asked, accusing as she tilted her head all the way back to keep his gaze as he loomed over her.
“I do.”
The surge of aggression, of sheer rage, that slammed against her from those two simple words made her flinch. It clogged her throat with bitter ash and burning embers that she cowered from on instinct alone. Every nerve on high alert to the angry male that drifted closer.
“Stop,” Quinn whispered as Ilya came ever closer, the wide breadth of his chest pinning her against the wall as he bent down. He no longer kept that margin of safety between them. The reverberating growl edged in crackling ice, so cold it burned its way down her spine as it plunged terror into her veins.
“You want to play games,kroshka? You should know the rules beforehand.”
Before she could think of a response, Ilya had her up in the air. Pushed against the wall to feel the full depth of his continuing growl of constrained rage, he hooked her legs around his hips, cradling her ass in his large hands. Grinding her into the wall, shoving the heavy threat straining the fly of his pants against her.
Quinn’s mouth opened on a scream that Ilya swallowed down with a low groan of need. Forcing his way in, devouring her with lips and tongue and teeth. One hand came to her chin when she tried to turn away, pinching the skin of her cheeks between her teeth as she tried to bite his violating tongue.
Then she was falling, stopping short of slamming into the floor as his strong arm shifted to her back with ease. Cradled her to him as Ilya shoved her legs closed so he could straddle them. His other hand free now, he groped at her breasts. Pinched and pulled at her nipples through the soft cotton of her top. All the while he assaulted her with a violent kiss that would not end.
When he pulled away to push his face against her neck, Quinn’s breathy squeal was lost under his guttural moan. Eyes rolling in search of some imagined rescue or weapon, Quinn sobbed when she saw he’d brought her into her bedroom, the door closed and locked. Hunched over to mouth her chest, nipping at tender flesh, he made low sounds of pleasure.
Her scream was muffled by his palm when he began to rut against her.
It was only a handful of seconds before he became dissatisfied. Yanking at her shirt and the bra beneath, he shoved his face into her neck and snarled when her body jerked from the force of ripping fabric. Fisting the seam of her pants, he tore the stretchy cotton in one firm pull.
The back of his hand smacked against her thighs as the horrifying jingle of his belt cut through her muted shrieks and the sounds of flesh meeting from Quinn’s fists pummeling at his head and shoulders. Ilya kept on as if he noticed none of it, teeth scraping against her neck. Settling his bulk over her, his cock smeared a slimy trail of need against her mound and stomach. Catching her wrists in one hand when she tried to claw at his face and pinning them above her head, Ilya took his palm from her mouth only to replace it with his mouth. Swallowing her sounds of terror and rage, forcing her to take in the lewd cacophony of his pleasure.
Trying to bring her knees up into his balls bought violence of another kind. The call rumbling through his chest shot down her spine, wrapping around her hips and curling through her stomach. Heat bloomed through her chest as Ilya moved his whole body against her. Leaking more over the softness of her skin, pumping pheromones into the air, he rubbed his scent all over her.
The second she faltered, he redoubled his assault. The unceasing growl vibrated against her skin, through every raw nerve, confusing overwrought senses. Her hands pushed, then pulled, uncertain. Slick gathered in the plumping red folds of her pussy. Flesh slippery, enticing the male above her no matter the way her head whipped back and forth in denial against the floor. With his hands free, Ilya mounded the flesh of her breast, thumb and index rolling the taut peak, the rough calluses of his fingers scraping over the tender flesh.
“Ah,kroshka.Krasivaya,” Ilya said through the prolonged rumble, tucking his feet beneath her legs to keep them closed when she struggled to open to him. Licking at her lips, sucking at her tongue, he slapped his hips against hers, hard shaft jabbing at the soft skin of her stomach. A mockery of the actual act, he showed her the power and violence he could give her. “Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
“No, no, stop,” Quinn whined despite her fingers threading through his silvered hair. Pulling him back to her, she tasted the salt of her tears on his lips.
“Again. Tell me how much you want me to stop. Scream it for me.” Ilya snarled, wrenching her head aside to bare her shoulder to him. The sharp edge of his teeth found the smooth patch of skin between neck and shoulder opposite the mangled scar that Kahler had left her with. Dug in hard, but not enough to break the skin.
Quinn screamed, but not to deny him. Spine bowing, she pressed into his violent thrusts. Nails raking down his back, she bucked and writhed under the oppressive weight. Keened when his mouth released her shoulder. Strands of pale blonde hair sticking to damp cheeks, she bared her teeth.
With the quick grace that only an Alpha possessed, he moved his large body over her, straddling her ribs. Hands tangling in her hair, he pulled her up to meet a quick snap of his hips. Plunged deep into her mouth and started down her throat while Quinn choked and slapped at his thighs. His angle was wrong, no matter that she struggled to take him. The pungent flavor of cinnamon and anise flooded over her tongue as he bathed her mouth with his excitement. His taste overloading her senses, drowning her in the rich musk of a dominant Alpha.
“Good,kroshka. Show me how much you want it.” Groaning, he forced more of his cock into her. “Choke on it.”
There were no rules to remember with Ilya, no hidden risks. The danger Ilya offered was clear, overt in its threat. Fingers clawing at the muscular slabs of his thighs, Quinn did just as he demanded. Coughing and sputtering as the thick shaft forced her throat to stretch around him, pupils blown, she succumbed to the primal euphoria. Swallowing around his pulsing cock, she was desperate to drink down more of the heady fluid he pumped into her burning throat.
The shrieking agony that clawed at her sternum and pulsed through her limbs in livid red washes quieted at once.
It was easier to submit to the male, to allow this to happen. If in return that pain ceased for just one blinding, silent moment, it was worth it to Quinn. Calmed in a way that she never found with Lee, she accepted Ilya with her mouth held open wide to the jerky snap of his hips. Licked his shaft as his hand shuttled up and down his length, urging more of that incredible taste to wash over her tongue.
Already the knot was swelling at his base, growing fat and hard as he jammed it against Quinn’s lips and bellowed a roar that shuddered through her bones. Squeezing his knot in a tight fist, the first thick offering shot straight down into her belly.
