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She nodded. He wiggled that finger in and out of her, then leaned in and licked her again. Inside her, she felt him crook his finger toward her belly as his mouth covered her clit. His finger bumped against something that made her toes curl and her mouth go slack. God—she could feel every intelligent thought leave her head.
“Ahh. Nice. That was easy to find.”
Varushka choked. Every nerve in her body was taut and he’d strummed them all at once. She wanted to tell him to stop. Tears were running out of the corner of her eyes. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
“Can you take two for me?”
She could barely hear him over her own harsh breathing, but she nodded.
He worked on her disobedient body, persuading it to take a second finger. It ached some, but his tongue kept her from being upset about it. When both fingers were all the way in, he moved them the way he’d done before, and the bone-melting feeling happened again. She was sweating, but the intensity of what he was doing made it impossible to move or try to get away.
She was sobbing quietly, sore, frustrated, and confused by the sensations he was forcing her to feel.
“What’s wrong with my girl?” he crooned against her clit.
The vibration of his words and the mix of lust and humiliation was too much. She screamed for him, unable to stay silent as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her fingers wound into the sheets, and she wondered if the cotton would shred from her abuse, but she needed something to anchor her to the world. Before her orgasm could wane, he drew his fingers out of her. She screamed and kicked, wild with a rage she couldn’t control. How could he stop like that—she wasn’t . . .
Konstantin loomed over her. He opened a condom packet and rolled the thing on, then braced himself over her with one hand. She felt the front of his thighs press against the back of hers. He brought his lips down, stealing her breath and making her forget the bad words that wanted to come out.
“I’m sorry, beautiful girl. I know you’re probably sore.” He was pressed against her pussy lips, spreading them with an indolent movement.
He eased into her. The tip of his cock felt ridiculously huge, even after he’d used two fingers. She whimpered piteously, but he kissed her and pet her until she calmed.
“Shh, it’s okay. Your body was made to do this. Try to relax.”
Easy for him to say.
She forced her body to accept his invasion. The effort allowed him to slide in a bit farther. Owwwww. He froze above her and in fascination she watched his throat working. Every muscle in his chest and arms was flexed and sheened, and the ones in his neck were taut.
“Don’t move. Let your body get used to me.” He grunted.
Was he expecting her
to get up and tap dance?
Konstantin looked like he was suffering but she wasn’t sure if it was from the snug fit, or because he was trying to hold himself back. It was uncomfortable, but not the hellish nightmare she’d been told to expect by her cousin Antonia.
“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned about his intent expression.
“I’m trying not to plunge the rest of the way into you.” His teeth were set together. “You’re so tight it almost hurts, but fuck do I want in.”
Hoping he wouldn’t be angry, she raised her hips to force him in another inch or two. He kissed her, coaxing her into using her tongue while he slid in the rest of the way. She mewled, but his face was hovering over hers, and he was holding his breath.
“Don’t fucking move.” He growled when he exhaled.
Varushka concentrated on the stinging burn between her legs.
Not a virgin anymore.
Maybe she should have felt guilty, but instead she felt free. It had been her choice. This was what she wanted.
As her body eased around him, she kissed the parts of his chest and neck that she could reach.
“Is this little cunt mine?” he asked.
More heat flooded through her. It was such a dirty word, but the question made her impossibly aroused. “Yes, Konstantin.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. They breathed each other’s air as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “You’re mine.”
