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And then Viktor’s hand in my hair yanks my head back, pulling my mouth off of him, now shiny and glistening with my saliva as I gasp for breath, my eyes watering as I look up at him.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls, shoving the head of his cock against my lips. “Take it again,printsessa.All the fucking way.”
I’ve never felt like this before, ashamed and demeaned and aroused all at once. With Franco, I went from desire to pure revulsion quickly. His treatment of me killed any attraction or affection I had for him. But he never could have dominated me the way Viktor is in this moment. He’d been a silly boy, childish in his desires and his behavior, but Viktor is a man. A hard, cruel, brutal man, and as he looks down at me, naked on my knees with my mouth full of his cock, I feel like bursting into tears and begging for him to fuck me all at once.
The emotional whiplash of it is exhausting.
“Once more,” Viktor says as he pulls free, and I gasp for breath again. “Take it one more time, and then I’ll let you lie back on the bed while I give your sweet pussy the fucking it deserves.”
My pussy clenches at that, tightening all the way to my core. I take him in my mouth and throat one more time, my nose brushing the soft hair at his groin, my tongue laving his balls, tasting the warm muskiness of him as I choke on his cock, feeling him thrust into my throat, and then when I come up gasping he grabs me, hauling me to my feet and tossing me bodily onto the bed.
I wince when I feel the embroidery on the duvet scrape against the tender flesh of my ass. Viktor is already pulling me forward, moving me so that my ass is on the edge of the bed, his hands pushing my thighs apart so that he can see me, vulnerable and exposed.
He slides one finger between my folds, pressing the tip of it against my entrance and then dragging up so that the callused fingertip scrapes over my clit, making me gasp and moan despite myself. My flesh feels swollen and hot, aching for the slightest bit of friction, and Viktor laughs as he circles my clit once more with that rough fingertip, and my hips jerk under his touch.
“So horny for the man you despise,” he murmurs, his tone slightly mocking. “So wet. Your pussy is dripping for me,printsessa,and yet you insist that you don’t want me. If I ate this sweet, hot pussy, though, you would be screaming my name in moments.” He spreads my folds with his fingertips, looking down. I flush hot at the realization of how exposed I am, how he can see every inch, every inner crevice of my body, displayed lewdly for his pleasure. I can imagine how his tongue would feel, how he would swirl it around my clit, finger me while he sucked at my swollen flesh, and I moan again, the sound ending on a high and nearly desperate whimper, my body almost trembling with the need for more.
“If you want to come, you do it on my cock.” He jerks his hand away, wrapping it around his rigid shaft. “You haven’t earned the right to orgasm for your own pleasure alone, Caterina.”
He looks like a cruel god as he looms over me, standing between my thighs as his cock presses between my legs, the head pushing against my entrance. I’m too wet to give him much resistance, and I cry out as it slips inside of me, the fullness of even just that pushing me closer to the edge of climax. Viktor’s jaw is tight, his sharp, handsome face taut with pleasure, every inch of his muscled body rigid and flexing as he thrusts into me, his cock filling me to the limit as my body clenches around him. He lets out a groan that sounds almost painful, his hands gripping my hips as he holds himself inside of me, his cock throbbing.
It feels like our wedding night all over again, me struggling to hold onto my pleasure as Victor grips my hips and thrusts into me—only this time, I’m entirely naked, every inch of me bare as his gaze rakes over me hungrily. His strokes aren’t long and slow but fast and hard, thrusting into me almost angrily. My sore, bruised ass scrapes over the embroidered duvet again and again, until my cries are mingled pleasure and pain. But even that only seems to push me closer to orgasm until I’m panting, forcing myself to leave my legs dangling open for him, not wrapped around his hips the way I so desperately want right now.
“That’s right.” Viktor looks down at me with a cruel satisfaction in his eyes, his lips curving in a heated smile. “Come on my cock, Caterina. You know you want to. It feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? You might want to hate me, but you love how it feels when I fuck you. You love how I fill you with this big…fucking…cock—” The last words are punctuated with his groans as he shoves himself into me hard each time, pulling me downwards on each stroke. I cry out, my hands clenching the duvet as I feel the pleasure start to unfurl through my body, my thighs quivering, the climax coming whether I want it to or not.
“Come on my cock,printsessa,” he growls, and I’m helpless to do anything but obey.
I swivel my head sideways, my hand coming up to muffle the moan that escapes my lips, the cry of pleasure nearly a sob as my back arches, my body shaking with the force of it as I clench down around him, so hard that he can barely thrust as my hips move with him, my body forgetting who he is, why I’m here, only wanting, wanting, wanting. The moment the force of how tightly I’m gripping him lets up, he starts thrusting again, harder than before, his face twisted with pleasure as he pounds into me. It pushes my climax into a second, smaller one that ripples through me until I’m left gasping and shaking underneath him.
And then Viktor pulls himself free suddenly, leaving me to feel hollow from the sudden absence of him, and I look up, confused.
The confusion only lasts a moment when he turns me, using his grip on my hips to flip me over so that I’m on my belly, his palms sliding over my red, sore ass.
My first thought is that he’s going to take me from behind as he pulls me backward so that my feet are flat on the floor, his palm pressing into my lower back so that it arches, my ass upturned for him. But then I feel his fingers slide between my cheeks, probing at the one spot where I’ve never had a cock before, and I twist around wide-eyed to look at him in shock.
“Viktor, no!”
“Yes.” His voice is rough, so full of lust that it’s practically dripping with it. “You came back, Caterina. There’s no more argument, no more fighting me. I’m going to take you in every way that a husband has a right to take his wife, including in this tight virgin hole of yours.” His finger presses against me there, sending a shiver through me, and he chuckles. “Youarea virgin here, aren’t you?”
I’m tempted to lie and say no, that Franco fucked me in the ass, just to deny him the pleasure of being the first. But that would mean he’d be less gentle with me, either because he’d think I wouldn’t need it or out of spite. The thought of him shoving his massive cock into my ass without preparation makes me shudder with fear.
“You’ll learn to take my cock in all of your holes, whenever I please.” Viktor’s fingers dip between my folds, dragging through the arousal there, coating them in my wetness. “You’ll learn to be a good wife, my little princess, to submit to my desires. You did a good job sucking me earlier and taking me in that tight, wet pussy. Now you’ll take me in your ass, and if I choose, you’ll come with my cock in your ass too.”
I want to tell him that no, I won’t, that I’d never come from something so disgusting, but I can feel my clit throbbing, aching for him to touch it, his fingers so close. I know that even if he filled my ass with his cock right now, in one painful thrust, if he touched my clit I’d likely come again, almost immediately. I feel as if every nerve in my body is raw and vulnerable, aching for the pleasure I know he can give me.
“You wanted to play games with me,printsessa,” Viktor murmurs, leaning forward so that his mouth is close to my ear. I can hear him behind me, stroking his cock, lubing it with my own arousal. “So we’ll play games together. I fuck you in the ass, and if you don’t come with it stuffed full of my Bratva cock, then I won’t fill your ass with my cum.”
I moan, and he laughs. “Little mafia slut,” he whispers and shoves two fingers into my pussy, thrusting them in and out until his hand is drenched again. “Get ready to take my cock in your ass.”
He presses the head of his cock against my tight opening, pushing forward against the resistance, and I cry out. “It’s too big.” I shake my head, looking back at him with frightened eyes. “It won’t fit, Viktor, stop!”
“Oh, it’ll fit.” He grimaces, his hips bearing down, and I feel the tip of him slip inside.
A burning pain washes over me, and I stifle a shriek as he pushes forward another inch and then another. He’s slick and wet, but not enough, and I arch my back, trying to make it easier, anything to stop the burning pain.
“Relax,” Viktor grinds out through his teeth. “This cock is going in your ass one way or another, Caterina, so fuckingrelax.”
That’s easy for you to say.I don’t know how to think past the pain, how to do anything other than clench the duvet in my fingers, my eyes watering as Victor shoves himself in an inch at a time, stretching me past the point of being able to bear it.
