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He guides me into my room, pressing me down on the sofa. “Talk to me. What's going on with you?”
I don’t hesitate. I tell him everything. How I think Carina’s going to run from the marriage and wish there was something I could do for her.
“Do you want her to run? Will you help her if she does?” he asks.
Meeting his eyes. I nod. “I would help her do what she wants to do. If it means running, yes.”
“Has she even considered giving him a chance? Couldn't she look at this as a new and different start away from Carlo and your mother?” He's thepakhannow, weighing pluses and minuses.
Disappointed in him, I shake my head. “The guy looks down on her like she's a freak, Milos.”
That exhale laugh thing. “Kotyonok, you women have no idea what a man is thinking when it comes to you. Her view is tainted by her fears. Carina is a beautiful young woman. No man is going to think she's a freak. He'll be thinking how lucky he is.”
My eyes narrow on him. “You think Carina is beautiful?”
The bastard laughs, pulling me into his lap. “You're gorgeous. You make my cock hard just thinking of you. Your sister looks a lot like you. She isn't you though.”
I push away, looking down on him. “Keep talking.”
A hand goes into my hair. I love when he does that almost as much as when he wraps his hand around my throat. “Your sister is too short. You are the perfect size. I love the way your body fits against mine. Your breasts are perfect and your cunt was made for my cock.”
His other hand goes under my dress, pulling my panties to the side. He finds me wet for him. “I told you, made for me.”
I get his shirt open as I rise to give him room to undo his pants.
“Guide me inside you,” he orders.
He loves when I do this. I love it too. Gripping him tight, in awe of how large he is. Yet how perfectly he fits inside me. I stroke him once, twice, then lower myself onto him. Last night he taught me how to ride him for pleasure, and I’ve fallen in love with this position as much as he has.
Nimble fingers get my dress and bra off. He sucks deep on a nipple. When he draws his teeth over it, I want to scream from the pleasure-pain he causes. He plays my body like a maestro. Even though this is the position he likes the most to fuck me leisurely in, I'm greedy for more. Yellow glows up at me as I ride him. He grabs my neck and pulls me to with inches of his lips, our eyes fucking as heatedly as our bodies.
“You’re so fucking sexy, riding me like a slut. Taking my cock like it was made for you.” Rough fingers pinch my nipple until I want to cry. Even as I clench tight around him, loving the pain, unable to keep riding him, grinding on him.
“You love it, don't you,malyshka? Your cunt creams from the pain. You mewl like my precious kitten. Come for me,malyshka. Drench me in your cream so I can fill you full of my seed. You love my seed inside you. Your cunt squeezes me so fucking tight, milking me for every last drop.” His smoky voice winds around me, tightening until I can't breathe.
Words aren't possible. Nothing but doing exactly what he demands is. I plunge down, hitting the waves of pleasure and going under. I'm still floating when I feel him come inside me, so hot, so wet. Every time he slams as deep as he can then fills me with his come, sending me through another small orgasm at how amazing it feels.
There is no doubt if I hadn't taken the birth control shot, as often as he fills me with his come I would be pregnant. If I'm honest, there were a few times as he whispered those dirty words of how he was breeding me, how he couldn't wait until I was pregnant, that I wished I hadn't taken the shot.
When it happens I tell myself it's a good thing. The longer I'm not pregnant the longer Milos will try. It might be less than a week since he first entered me, telling me I would mold to him, but I have. My body will take him and only him until my last day. If I can mold to his cock then hopefully sooner than the ninety days of the shot, his heart will mold to mine.
While I love making love with him, this part, the end when he holds me close while he stays inside me is what I love the most. Our breathing slows, our heartbeats even seem to be in sync we’re so connected. Feeling his heartbeat deep inside me is the most perfect thing to fall asleep to.
He presses a gentle kiss to my temple.
“Milos?” I keep my face buried in his neck, not able to meet his eye.
“Hm.”
“Why didn't you let women touch you? Look in their eyes. Why did you make those rules?” I hold my breath, praying he doesn't walk away.
“I told you it was a way of keeping them separate from me. I didn't want them getting any ideas we would be a couple, have a relationship. They were there to fulfill a need and that was it.” His hand is running through my hair, stroking it without thought.
“But why? Did you reallyneverwant a relationship?” I need to know why he's different with me.
He sighs. “The first woman I ever fucked used me in place of my father. It left me with…I don’t know. She was my mother's best friend. I was fifteen to her thirty-eight.”
“Fifteen?” I try to push away from him.
