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He grinds against me, groaning, his teeth sinking in harder as his hand slides down to my hip, and I don’t know why he’s waiting. He could take me whenever he pleases, but it almost feels as if he’s giving me a chance to push him away, to tell him no.
And what happens then?He’ll punish me again tonight, probably. I don’t believe that this glimpse of the other side of Viktor, real or not, will last. And this is the Viktor I want, the one that I have trouble resisting, the one who makes me want to do exactly what Sofia suggested and look the other way so that I can have what I want.
The man who cared for me, if only briefly. The man who kissed every part of me and told me I was beautiful.
A man I could love, if not for—
“Fuck,” Viktor groans, grinding against me. He glances up, briefly, towards the house and backs me further into the stands of trees, so that we’re shielded from anyone who might look out here. “I can’t wait, Caterina. I need—”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, and I half-expect him to turn me around, bend me over and fuck me hard and fast, taking his pleasure and leaving. But instead, he kisses me again, his mouth hard and solid against mine, his tongue piercing my mouth and tangling with mine, and then to my surprise, he drops to his knees.
Just like that night in the loft in Moscow, when I’d let down my guard for a moment and let myself want him. Let myself have that pleasure with him, just for a little while.
And look at everything that happened after that.
“Viktor—” I mean to say his name firmly, but it comes out in a choked whisper instead, a plea instead of a command, and his hands are sliding up my thighs, pushing up my dress, reaching for the black panties clinging to my hips beneath it. I can hear the words in my head, telling him to stop, not to bother pretending again, telling him that I can’t ever believe him, forgive him, love him, want him.
But that last is a lie. I do want him. I want what he’s doing now, his hand sliding up my thigh, lifting my leg so that my heel rests on his shoulder, his other hand between my legs, tracing the outline of my pussy that’s already drenched for him, wet since his mouth first crashed down onto mine.
When his mouth touches me, I cry out. I can’t help it. He’s been edging me as a punishment for days, teasing me and trying to make me beg, and in the end, I didn’t have to at all. There’s a small victory in that, in Viktor’s mouth devouring me as if he’s starving and I’m the first meal he’s had in weeks, his tongue running over my folds and up to my clit. When he flicks his stiff tongue over it, moving in quick, small motions that feel like electric shocks of pleasure racing over my skin, I gasp aloud, the sensation so intense after days of deprivation that I can hardly bear it.
“Viktor!” When I say his name again, it’s a cry of pleasure, and I know I’m lost then, my hands tangling in his hair as I feel him slide his fingers between my folds, one and then a second thrusting into me, curling as he begins to stroke inside of me in time with each lash and circle of his tongue around my clit.
I can feel him pushing me closer to the edge. My head tips back against the tree, my breath coming hard and fast, and my fingers tighten in his hair, my thighs tensing as I feel the delicious knot of need in my stomach starting to come unfurled, my entire body trembling as I hover on the edge. I’m almost terrified to come because I can feel the intensity of it, how it will crash over me, sweeping me away. I’m afraid of what I’ll feel or do afterward, but I can’t stop it, hurtling towards the edge as Viktor sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers thrusting hard and fast in the rhythm that he knows I like.
“Oh god!” I almost scream when the orgasm hits me, crashing over me like a tidal wave of pleasure. Viktor doesn’t stop for even a second, his mouth and fingers continuing in a relentless rhythm that carries me through it even as my legs start to shake, the quivers spreading through every part of my body as I convulse, coming hard on his tongue. My fingers tighten in his hair until I think it must hurt, but if it does, he doesn’t give even the slightest sign. He holds me there with his other hand, supporting the leg braced against his shoulder as he pins me back against the tree, his tongue lapping up the arousal that gushes into his mouth as I come harder than I think I ever have before. It feels as if it goes on forever. When I finally gasp out his name again, my thighs tensing as my clit goes from throbbing with pleasure to oversensitive, Viktor finally pulls back, his mouth glistening with my arousal.
He stands up abruptly, one hand going to his belt as he surges forward, kissing me hard on the mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, but I’m still shuddering with the aftermath of desire, arousal still pulsing through me despite how hard I just came, and I don’t even care. In a way, it’s arousing in and of itself, a reminder of the pleasure he just brought me. I remember vividly the day he ate me out like that in the cabin, licking me to a sharp, intense orgasm even though he’d come in me only moments before.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Viktor pants, and I don’t know if he’s saying it to himself or me, but it doesn’t matter. He’s picking me up, lifting me so that my legs go around his waist, my skirt around my hips. I feel the soft wool of my dress catching on the rough bark of the tree as he yanks his zipper down, freeing his rigid cock and thrusting into me in one swift motion that takes my breath away.
I’m so wet that he slides in effortlessly, sinking into me to the hilt, and I moan aloud as the pleasure bursts over me, his cock filling me completely. His body presses against mine, pinning me to the tree, his hips moving in fast, hard thrusts that make me gasp as he buries his face into my neck, groaning. The sound vibrates over my skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. I clutch his upper arms, feeling the muscles flex as he thrusts into me again, hard, holding himself there for a moment as he shudders.
“You feel so good,” he groans, his lips pressing against my throat, dragging up to my jaw. “You feel so—fuck!So fucking good—”
His hand grabs my chin, turning my mouth to his as he kisses me again, hard and possessive, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his cock thrusts into me again, and his forehead presses against mine, his breath coming in short bursts.
“You drive me mad,” he whispers, shuddering. “You—fuck. I can’t do it again. I can’t.”
What is he talking about?It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask, but I don’t have a chance because his next hard thrust takes my breath away. He pulls out almost to the tip and then slams back into me again, impaling me against the tree, and then does it again, long and slow, until I’m shuddering against him, on the precipice of yet another climax.
“That’s it, princess,” he whispers. “Come for me again. Come on my fucking cock. Give me that.”
I don’t want to give him anything. Idon’t. But my body has other ideas. I’m already clenching around him, throbbing, my head tipped back as he breaks the kiss again and presses his lips to my throat, and I can’t stop it. Every inch of his cock sends a burning wildfire of sensation through me, a pleasure like nothing else I’ve ever felt. I can’t remember all the reasons why I hate this violent, cruel, treacherous, brutally handsome man that I’ve married.
I can’t remember all the reasons why he’s a monster and not a man.
All I know is that at this moment, he’s someone different. And I want him, despite every single reason why I know that I shouldn’t.
My hands go into his hair, digging into his scalp, dragging his mouth back to mine as I cry out, a sound that’s almost a scream as my climax crashes over me again. I buck against him, legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, tighter, wanting every inch inside of me as I come hard. I can feel my arousal flooding over him, soaking my thighs and his cock, my hands pressed tightly to the back of his head as I bite down on his lower lip, tasting blood.
Viktor groans aloud, slamming into me hard. The orgasm seems to keep going, the pleasure cresting and falling as I suck at the spot on his lip that I bit, the metallic taste of copper filling my mouth. I want to hurt him suddenly, punish him the way he punished me, and I dig my nails into the back of his neck hard, my teeth sinking into his lip again as he thrusts into me fast and hard.
He throws his head back with a roar, dragging his lip out of my grasp, and my nails dig in harder as I feel his hips shudder against me, his whole body convulsing with a spasm of pure pleasure. I feel him swell and harden even more, heat flooding me as he starts to come.
“Bladya!”he snarls in Russian, and then his eyes fly open, locking with mine as I feel the hot rush of his cum inside of me, filling me, marking me as his.
As if I’ve been anything else since the day I met him.
