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It’s so huge and hard that I go into a mini-shock, but for some reason, more wetness coats my inner thighs, and my pussy tightens around his girth and length, demanding even more inside me.
Kirill drags me to the edge of the bed while he’s standing. My legs are bent on either side of his sculpted waist as he uses the strength of his thighs to thrust into me.
He’s pure power. Absolutely maddening in its form and impossible to keep up with.
But I place my palms on his strong abs anyway. I need the connection, the feel of his skin on mine, the reminder that he’s actually touching me again.
He wants me again.
I never stopped wanting him, so to have that feeling finally reciprocated is like floating on clouds.
So I don’t care that it hurts with each thrust. I don’t care that I will probably walk funny tomorrow.
As long as I can have him all to myself like this.
“Even your pussy knows it belongs to me. Do you feel how it’s welcoming my cock home?”
I nod.
“No one but me will touch you, own you, hurt you. No fucking one.” He leans down, grabs the ends of the belt that’s still around my throat, and pulls in opposite directions. “You’re my fucking property, Solnyshko.”
I can’t breathe.
Oh, fuck. I can’t breathe.
But even as I think that, I can feel the orgasm swallowing me. My mouth opens in a wordless scream as warmth fills my insides.
Kirill pulls out, loosens the belt from around my neck, and tugs me to a sitting position and thrusts his semi-hard cock in my mouth and finishes coming down my throat.
“I want you to lick every drop like a good girl.”
I cough, but I dart my tongue to suck his cock and my lips. My eyes remain on his the whole time, enjoying how they darken by just watching me.
And just like that, I completely forgot about today’s violation.
Kirill is right.
I only belong to him.
18
KIRILL
I’m losing control.
I can sense it seeping beneath my skin, clinging to my bones, and destroying every shred of discipline I’ve maintained over the years.
The sole reason for such a blasphemous change starts and ends with the woman lying in my arms after I fucked her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Until she cried and sobbed and finally begged in that soft voice that does shit to me. “I really need to sleep, and so do you. Please?”
I certainly can’t fucking sleep.
One, it was distracting when she hugged me in her sleep and even threw her leg over mine in some sort of territorial ownership.
My Sasha might seem naïve, but there’s an animal inside her, too—like in all of us—and that animal needs to stake a claim.
I might have marked her skin red and left bruises and hickeys all over her tits, stomach, and inner thighs, but she left her own marks. They’re invisible and lurk beneath the skin, but they’re so powerful in their softness, so…irritably persistent.
Sasha didn’t have to physically cockblock me for these past months, but my cock still refused to touch any other woman but her.
That’s probably why I nearly broke her earlier. I had to remind myself that she was kidnapped and nearly assaulted yesterday. My negotiating skills with my cock’s beastly side came to a staggering halt when she submitted to everything I dished out to her.
I warned her that I wasn’t going to hold back, but she stood there, looking at me with the same desire that twisted my guts.
It doesn’t matter how much I try to stay away from her, if she gives me that look, all my resolve vanishes.
I stroke my fingers through her hair, then pause.
What the fuck am I doing?
There’s always this need to touch her, whether during or outside of sex, and I’m not the type who does any sentimental shit. I fuck, and only to satisfy a physical need. I don’t get off on wooing women or landing a pussy, but all of those principles have changed drastically since this particular woman came into my life.
Not only do I want to keep her, but I also have this urge to pursue her.
I don’t even know what the fuck that means.
Courting women doesn’t happen in our world. Most of our marriages are arranged for an alliance or some strategic shit, and the union has to be approved by the Pakhan himself.
The real question is, why do I want to pursue Sasha when I already have her?
Due to the fact that she’s not yours and might leave.
That fucked-up demon in my head is right.
Yes, Sasha hugged me to sleep, her lips parted in a small smile, and her arms and legs enveloped me as if she was scared to let me go, but she’s also not one hundred percent here.
She has roots in some other place, and unless I completely weed those out, she’ll never be mine.
