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His fingers are pressing against a few cuts on my hips and near the top of my ass, but I can’t bring myself to care. Even the bit of pain brings a sharp edge to the pleasure, one that I don’t mind. I don’t pause too long to think about that, only slide down the rest of the way, letting out a gasping moan when I feel him sink to the hilt, filling me entirely.
His fingers are pressing against a few cuts on my hips and near the top of my ass, but I can’t bring myself to care. Even the bit of pain brings a sharp edge to the pleasure, one that I don’t mind. I don’t pause too long to think about that, only slide down the rest of the way, letting out a gasping moan when I feel him sink to the hilt, filling me entirely.
Viktor groans at that, his fingers tightening on my hips, and I let out a small cry as he starts to move, rolling his hips against me as his face goes taut with pleasure. I know his expressions by now, the ones that tell me how good it feels for him, and in this particular moment, it fuels my own, making me slick and hot and wet for him as I start to tentatively move on my own, sliding up and down the length of his hard cock.
I can tell that I won’t be able to do it for long, but it feels so fucking good, better than I could have expected. Even the edge of pain doesn’t take away from how good it feels, it only heightens it, and I move faster, even though I know my muscles will pay for it later. I can feel the orgasm starting to build, curling through my body. I gasp as I grind against him, feeling his thick cockhead pressing against that spot just inside of me each time I slide up, sending a dart of electric pleasure through me.
“Oh god,” I whisper, my hands pressing against his chest, and Viktor groans, moving with me and matching my rhythm as I get closer and closer to my climax. Part of me wants to hold back, to not give in to the idea that this man can give me so much pleasure, but the rest of me wants it too badly. He feels so good inside of me, filling me up, every inch sending heat blooming over my skin as I slide down. When I take all of him again, he holds me down hard against him, one hand still on my hip as his other slips between my legs, teasing my clit as my thigh muscles start to shake.
“Viktor!” I nearly scream his name as the orgasm hits, my back arching and my fingers digging into his chest. I feel the ripples of it all the way down to my toes, my hips slamming down onto him as I seek out even more pleasure, every bit of it that I can get from him. His fingers are still teasing my clit, rubbing in tight little circles that drive me wild, making me shake as I cry out his name again, a second orgasm hitting right on the heels of the first from the pressure of his fingers combined with the thick stretch of his cock filling me. It feels as if it won’t ever end, as if I’ll burst apart at the seams, dissolve right here. I’m still trembling when he pulls his hand away and gently turns me, rolling me onto my back on the cool sheets as he stretches out atop me, his cock still firmly embedded deep inside of me.
His thrusts slow then, in long strokes that leave me gasping with each slow movement, and to my surprise, he reaches out, his hand pressing against my face, his thumb against my lower lip. My mouth parts, lips wrapping around his thumb as he speeds up a fraction, thrusting just a little harder, and Viktor groans aloud at the sensation.
“Fuck, Caterina—” he thrusts again, holding himself there as my tongue flicks against the rough pad of his thumb, and I feel him throb inside of me. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
I nod breathlessly, my hips arching to meet him as he starts to move again, and I can feel the break in his rhythm, the way his body is beginning to tremble and tighten. Iwanthim to come in me, I realize; I want to feel the way he quivers and thrusts hard and fast, the hot rush of him when he finally loses control. This man is so in control of every single part of his life, and yet with me, in bed, I see that falter.
His hands are pressed into the mattress on either side of my head, his body tense and straining. A moment later, he throws his head back, rising up to kneel between my legs as he starts to thrust harder, faster. I canseehim, see the way his abdomen tightens and his mouth parts as he approaches the point of no return, his hands suddenly on my hips again as he groans aloud, cursing in Russian as I feel him harden inside of me even more, that last swollen throbbing before he erupts inside of me.
“Bladya!”he shouts, an almost primal groan spilling from his lips as he thrusts into me hard, shuddering as I feel the hot rush of his cum, and his entire body is rigid, each muscle flexed and hard as he bucks against me, coming in waves that feel as if they might never end.
I don’t know if I want it to end. It feels good to have him so close, to hear him cry out with pleasure, to know that I can do this to him. That I canstilldo it to him, after everything.
I can feel him on my thighs, hot and sticky when he rolls off of me, panting to lie next to me on the bed. “I just took a shower,” I laugh, and Viktor smirks as I look at him.
“I’m sure you won’t mind an excuse to use that shower again,” he says. “You might as well go ahead and clean up; I need to make a call. But I needed to have you first,” he adds, letting his gaze rake over me again with a lascivious expression that tells me he’d be happy to do it again.
It feels soright, so normal, and it terrifies me. I don’t know what to do with that, with quiet banter in bed with my husband after sex. So I just push myself up from the bed, giving him a quick smile before making my way slowly towards the bathroom.
Small victories,I tell myself. Not all that long ago, I could barely get from my bed to the bathroom to pee, and now I can walk there and shower after having sex with my husband without more than a manageable amount of pain. I know it’s something that I need to be thankful for, and I try to focus on that and not all of the fears that I have lingering in my mind.
My second shower is much quicker—I haven’t forgotten what the doctor said about lingering in the water. I carefully dry off after, braiding my hair and wrapping another towel around myself as I get ready to go back out and ask Viktor about clothes. I don’t know what call he had to make, but surely it can’t be so important that I can’t hear it, or he would have gone elsewhere to take it.
“No, she doesn’t know,” Viktor says, his voice carrying as I step outside of the bathroom, and I freeze in place, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.
“Of course I set it up,” he continues, and I feel all of the blood drain from my face.
“She won’t find out if I can help it.” He pauses, as if listening to whoever is speaking on the other end. “Of course she’ll owe me. I rescued her. It doesn’t matter. But I’m not going to cash in on it unless I need to. What kind of man do you think I am?”
A monster.That’s all that’s running through my head. I feel like I’m going to pass out, clutching the side of the door for dear life as the blood pounds in my head, roaring in my ears as the room tilts.No,I tell myself firmly.No, you can’t faint. If you do, you’ll never get out of here.
That’s what I have to do, get out of here. I feel a sudden rush of nausea burning in my gut, and I spin on my heel and rush towards the toilet, heedless of any pain in my headlong attempt to get to it before I vomit all over the floor. Every muscle in my body revolts as I bend over it, retching up what little food I have in my system as I clutch my stomach, heaving, again and again, tears streaming down my face.
The thought of what I just did with Viktor is almost enough to make me throw up all over again.How could I have been so stupid? I’d been right all along—he’d set up my kidnapping to break me, and then staged a rescue to make me feel indebted to him, to mold me into a wife who would be more pliable, more willing to give in to him and even care for him, believing that he’d shown me a different side of himself.
When in fact, he was really the monster I’d believed all along. No, worse, because I’d never thought that he’d do something so horrible. I’d had suspicions about what might have happened to his first wife. However, I hadn’t thought he’d go to the kinds of lengths that involved having his own wife kidnapped, brutalized, her body ruined, and mind nearly broken, only to pretend to be the hero.
Nausea rises up again, and I bend over the toilet once more, my thoughts racing as I heave all over again, clutching the porcelain.
I have to get out of here.I can hear Viktor’s voice faintly from the bedroom, and I push myself to my feet, grabbing for the clothes that I’d left in a pile on the floor from my earlier shower. As quickly as I can, I slip back into the oversized sweatpants and t-shirt and the boots that are a size too big, stuffing my feet into them and lacing them as tightly as I can.
Fuck, what am I going to do?I might be able to get out of the hotel, but what about after that? I don’t have any money. The credit card that Viktor gave me after our marriage was in my clutch back in the loft before I was kidnapped. I couldn’t get away with using one of his, and besides, he’sinthe bedroom. I can’t steal anything right out from under his nose.
And then, as I hover indecisively in the middle of the bathroom, I hear the sound of the door to the room opening and then shutting heavily.
Now. If you’re going to do anything, it has to be now.
I slip out of the bathroom, looking around frantically to make sure Viktor has really left. I have no idea if he’s taken his things with him, but I see a pair of jeans left on the bed, and I go straight for that, shoving my hands in the pockets to see if I can find his wallet.
