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Unlike previous times, Kristoff’s eyes were now like a mirror into his soul. They silently answered my comment, and his response was a ‘hell yes, you are.’
Kristoff’s answer was simple. He just hauled me over his shoulder, fireman style. I shrieked, though no one could hear me over the loud techno music, and beat on his back.
My upside-down vision first showed me Mia, who gave me a smile and a wave.
“Traitor,” I mumbled.
My second sight was Ilya, my brother. Unlike Mia, his features were cold, and as expected, he didn’t lift a finger to stop Kristoff. And why would he? The man clearly wanted to get rid of me. That hurt on a level I wasn’t accustomed to. I was used to being surrounded by brothers who weren’t mine by blood, so to have him reject me like this, was painful. But I put that thought, and what to do about it, on the back burner.
Kristoff took us through a hallway, then down a set of stairs and through a door with a sign that readVIP. Like everything else in this place, the main color in the room was red. The walls were a cream and red silk, and the round couch in the center of the space was a soft red velvet. With a thud, Kristoff dropped me onto it. I fell onto my back and immediately scooted to an upright position.
Heat blazed in his eyes, and I felt rooted to the spot. No, it looked like I wasn’t going anywhere soon, nor did I want to. Right now, I yearned for him. We could fight later.
He seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he unbuckled his pants. He was already hard, and my mouth salivated. The room started pulsating with energy.
“Lie down onto your back, with your head hanging over the edge,” he ordered.
My breath caught in my throat and my nipples hardened. Slowly, I did as he said. The soft velvet brushed against my skin, and my hair hung off the edge of the couch.
Kristoff gave one sharp yank to position my body the way he wanted me. It enabled him to have complete control over me. Then he brushed a tendril of hair from my cheek.
“Leave your hands beside you while I fuck your mouth.”
I let my lips fall open and he was immediately there, pushing inside. He pulled me forward to meet his thrust, his cock stretching me, filling me to the point of choking. I was in for a rough ride.
I relaxed my throat muscles and gave myself to him. Pleasure washed over me in waves. My dress, short as it was, rode up my thighs, and I rubbed my legs together in an attempt to get some friction.
Kristoff leaned in, his body covering mine, and pushed inside my mouth at a deeper angle. His groin slapped against my mouth as I swallowed him whole.
He hissed. “Mine. Fucking mine.”
He threw back his head and closed his eyes. His deep thrusts became almost brutal. It took all my restraint not to struggle. My cheeks bulged as he tunneled deeper into my throat. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I felt wetness coating my inner thighs. I needed him inside of me. But this was meant as a punishment, that much was clear. He hadn’t even touched my clit, which begged for his attention. So I decided to help myself. The second my hand went to my core, Kristoff slapped it away.
“Don’t touch yourself again, little cat. Your orgasms are mine.”
His movements gentled, and then he pulled out. I gasped for breath. He didn’t give me a reprieve though.
“Turn around, ass to me, on your hands and knees.”
The moment I scrambled onto my knees, his hands closed over my shoulders. One hand brushed the curve of my neck, trailed down my spine, and yanked the hem of my dress up until he bared my ass. My knees threatened to buckle when he laved his tongue up along my throbbing clit, over and over again. Then he grabbed me off the couch and pushed me forward to a nearby table.
He bent me over the tabletop and my stomach met the edge. With one easy movement, he ripped away my flimsy thong. His body pressed into mine, and the back of his hand brushed against my butt as he positioned his cock. My core clenched.
Before I could take a breath, Kristoff pushed inside of me so deep, I cried out. His hips slammed against my ass, the resounding smack echoed through the room. Every time I thought he would slow down, he powered forward, driving deeper. My entire body shook with the force of his thrusts.
His hand tangled in my hair, pulling as he strained to go even deeper. Right after another brutal push, he held my head down.
The next moment his hot breath was on my ear.
“Who does your body belong to, Ekaterina?”
His voice sounded guttural, raw, and his body was pressed over mine in an act of total domination, while his hips kept ramming into me to drive home his point.
I closed my eyes. I was so damn close, and feared he wouldn’t let me come.
When I didn’t answer, his grip on my hair tightened. I gasped as my head lifted when he pulled at my hair.
“Yours,” I moaned, while his balls slapped against my mound. “Only yours.”
