Page 119 of Anton

He gathers my dress, bunching the delicate fabric in his fist.

“Look at me.” His mouth brushes my ear as he raises the silk to my stomach. “I want you to know exactly who your body belongs to.”

The sound of his belt coming undone sends a sharp pulse between my thighs, and I clutch his arms for balance. My teeth catch my lower lip as the ache builds, desperate for him to take it away and remind me how good we are together.

His cock springs free, hard and heavy, and I wrap my fingers around it, stroking until his head falls back on a rough groan. Kneeling down, I draw the crown into my mouth and suck him deep.

“Blyat.”

He clamps the back of my head as I work him to the root, circling my tongue around the crown while my other hand massages his balls, his cock growing impossibly harder against my tongue.

“Hvatit.”

He drags me upright, his hard-on slipping from my mouth before he turns me around and shoves my dress above my hips. My panties are torn down my thighs, followed by a sharp slap across my ass.

“I don’t care what I say or how many times I leave. You’re mine, Thora.” His fingers push inside me. “All fucking mine.”

“Oh God, yes. Yours. Just don’t stop.”

A moan spills from me as he fucks me with his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, giving me just enough to make me desperate for more.

“Look at this.” His teeth close around my earlobe while his thumb spreads my wetness over my clit. “Dancing with another man, pretending you’re finished with me, and this is what I find.”

“It’s a normal reaction. Don’t let it get to your head.”

His palm cracks against my pussy, making my entire body jolt. “Don’t lie to me. It’s beneath you.”

“What do you want to hear, then?” I turn to meet his maddening stare. “That I want you? That you’re the only man who’s ever made me believe I could have something real, but you’re too stubborn to give it to me?”

“That’s a good start.”

He pinches my clit before circling it with exactly the right pressure, and my body goes boneless as pleasure erupts through me.

“Oh God, Anton. Please…please fuck me.”

His fist closes around my hair while his fingers pump inside me, his stare holding me captive as he drags me to the edge and keeps me there until I’m trembling, willing to beg for anything he gives me.

Then he lets me come. The orgasm rips through me, violent and consuming, leaving me wrecked in the way only Anton can.

I barely have time to recover before his cock drives into me with one brutal thrust, turning my vision hazy.

“Are you okay?”

I nod. “Don’t be gentle.”

That’s all he needs. He pulls my hair and forces me down until I’m bent over and spread open for him, then fucks me like he hates the very ground I walk on.

My cries break apart as his pace quickens, each hard stroke hitting the spot that makes my knees weak while his thickness stretches me until my mouth falls open and both palms brace against the wall.

“Say we’re done.” He withdraws slowly, making me feel every inch, before slamming forward again.

My fingers clutch his thigh. “Anton…”

“Say we’re done while that perfect pussy is squeezing my cock.”

“We’re done.”

He growls, his fingers working my clit with ruthless precision, and a scream tears from me.