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A rough hand goes into my hair, yanking me back onto my knees with a force that brings tears to my eyes. I thought he would never hurt me. “Fuck you. I’m not a wind-up doll for you to play with. For fuck’s sake, we’re in public.”
Pulling my head back, his other hand goes beneath my chin. “I’m not playing,zhena. This is happening because you did not behave. Correction needs to occur. Where we are doesn’t mean shit to me. I’ll spank your ass raw in front of the fucking mayor if I need to. I told you once, good girls get what they want, bad girls get punished. Now open your fucking mouth.”
I hate him. Closing my eyes, I open my mouth. The hand tightens in my hair. “Open your eyes, Celia. I want to see the silver you can’t hide when you want me so badly your cunt runs down your inner thighs.”
Clenching my eyes tight, I shake my head. I’m picked up and back over the arm of the chaise lounge, and this time there is no warning. He doesn’t say a word before slapping my swollen, weeping core. Holy shit, sparks appear behind my eyelids at how badly it hurts “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Milos. Please stop.”
He doesn’t even slow as he slaps me ten times there. Finally it stops. I sag against the arm of the chaise. Milos is so tall I’m staring right at his cock, he steps closer. “Eyes open and on me.”
I don’t dare defy him. Those yellow eyes are glowing with something I can’t define, but it scares the fuck out of me. “Open your mouth.”
Opening my mouth wide, my stomach twists at how much I welcome him thrusting into my mouth. He doesn’t stop until he hits my throat, then forces me to take him all the way in.
His groan fills the room. “Fuck. Your lips, so ripe and full, they look like they belong on an angel. They hide that viperous tongue, a tongue that loves licking my cock, wrapping around me like you can’t get enough. And you can’t, can you? Can’t get enough of me fucking your mouth and throat. Good. Because neither can I.”
Exhilaration buzzes through my veins; those bees he kicked over so long ago are back. Alive only for him.
I do my best to breathe through my mouth and not gag as I take him so deep his lower abdomen is against my nose. Once he’s all the way in, he hums in approval. “Such a good slut you can be when you want to. Why the fuck don’t you want to be all the time?”
For a heartbeat he doesn’t move, then he’s thrusting deep in and out of me, fucking me so rough I don’t recognize him as the Milos from before. And I know immediately this is how he treats the other women.
By defying him and making him mad, I goaded him into treating me like all the others. My stomach churns with anxiety at what it means. As mad as I am at him—as much as I don’t want him to use me, he is. This time I understand what he meant. When I offered myself to him—giving him what he needed—he treated me differently than when he punished me.
Again and again he’s thrusting into my mouth and throat. I swallow, trying to soothe the pain building at his use. When he growls as I do, pride fills me for what I do to him.
“There she is, my dirty little slut wet for my cock. A virgin sucking my cock like you’re starving for it. This time you’re going to taste my come. I’m not finishing down your throat. Dirty girls swallow come.” He says it in Russian, low and guttural in his big chest.
He repeats what he said all those years ago, only now I understand him. No other man has ever known my mouth, and no one will. If they do, he’ll kill them. I hum in agreement now the same as I did then. As ambivalent as I am right now about what is happening, I will do this for no other man. Milos is the only one I want. I just want to be the only one he wants too. And knowing I’m not is tearing me apart.
Tightening his hand in my hair, he pulls out of my throat into my mouth. “I’m coming. Don’t swallow until I tell you,” Milos orders.
Holy crap, when he comes it’s far more than I expect. Thick, salty, sticky, I’m a freak for loving this as much as I did the way he used me.
“Show me,” rumbles out of him.
I open my mouth.
“Good girl, now swallow.”
Face flaming at what his words do to me, I swallow.
Cupping my cheek, he swipes at the corner of my mouth where some came out. He offers it to me, I open and suck his finger deep as I tongue the pad.
In a graceful movement he’s down on his haunches in front of me. “I don’t understand what’s going on with you. But I will not abide you being a brat. Brats don’t turn me on. Do not turn our marriage into a battlefield. You will not win. I warned you a long time ago, I have no limits on doing whatever it takes to keep what is mine. You are mine. You belong to me. I protect what is mine, I keep what is mine. Do not push me, Celia.”
He seals his vow with a rough, painful kiss that claims, demands, steals all the air in my body.
There’s a knock at the door of the dressing room. Peter calls through the door. Speaking Russian. “Milos, there is an issue with the shipment. Manuel Rodriguez is calling for you.”
Rising again, Milos tells him to call in another car for me. He’ll take Danil and Peter is to remain with me.
I’m still on my knees when he leaves without looking back. His mind is already on business and away from me. I’m a possession consigned to a corner of his life. No longer thought of the moment he’s done.
Chapter15
Milos
Walking awayfrom Celia is the last fucking thing I want to do. But if Manuel is asking for me, then shit has hit the fan.
