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I have one last chance.
My heart pounds in my chest, my brain foggy just as it was last night, when Mikhail had managed to cuff me to the bed. I can’t let that happen again.
I feel his fingers loosen around my wrists as he grinds against me, rocking deeper, a stream of muttered curses and groans spilling from his lips. I suck in a breath, twisting my head away from his questing mouth, and as I feel him rear back, shuddering, I jerk my wrists loose from his grasp.
The moment I feel them come free, I shove at his chest, hard.
Mikhail grunts, his eyes flying open, ice-blue and furious, and I get one glimpse of sweat-slicked skin where his shirt has ridden up, his hips still spasming against me as if with a mind of their own, and I use that moment of stunned confusion to lurch out from under him, scrambling to my feet.
I can feel his cum dripping down my inner thighs as I start to run, my body hollow and clenching with the sudden loss of his thick length inside of me, and it’s a sharp reminder that I’m trying to flee the house without so much as a stitch of clothing on me. But there’s nothing else I can do.
I don’t even know where I’m going to go, after this. All I know is that I have to get out ofhere.
“Come back here!” Mikhail’s voice snarls behind me. “How many fucking times am I going to have to catch you, you fucking–”
He’s out of breath. I slip on the slick wooden floor as I run, and I grab at the wall, trying to remain upright. My knees are shaky, and I’m out of breath too, every inch of my body aching, but I know if he catches me, that’s it. I don’t have the strength to fight back again right now, and there’s no telling what he’ll do to keep me from getting another chance to try to run.
I’m nearly there when I hear his footsteps too close for comfort, and feel his arm around my waist again, inches from my freedom. I feel him spin me around, shoving me backwards, and my back hits the heavy wood of the front door as Mikhail lunges towards me, his hands on my upper arms as he pins me against it, hard.
“I don’t think I’ve quite gotten my point across, Natalia,” he growls. “So let me try again.”
His fingers bite into the soft flesh of my arms as he looks down at me, his expression furious and unyielding.
“There is no escape.”
Mikhail
My pulse is beating wildly in my throat, the adrenaline rush palpable. I’m hurting in every inch, my balls aching both from Natalia’s attacks and the force of how hard I’d just come in her, my shoulder burning where her teeth sank into it, my face and a number of other places stinging from her nails. She put up an impressive fight, the marks of it scattered across my skin–and I’ve never wanted her more.
I’d expected resistance from her, of course. I’d expected her to fight, to curse, to try to talk me out of what I’d planned. Natalia Obelensky, as I know her so far, is the last woman in the world I would expect to turn submissive, crying and pleading for her freedom. But I’d never expectedthat.
My heart feels as if it might pound out of my chest, my desire running wild. It feels as if she’s driving me insane with need, with obsession, with the frantic desire to break her, to make her mine. The way she’d fought me, the fearlessness with which she’d tried to escape, the utter disregard she’d shown for how I’d told her things would be–it had infuriated me and aroused me in equal measure, and as I hold her pinned against the door, her naked body heaving in front of me, all I can think is that I want her again.
“Let me fuckinggo!” she hisses, twisting in my grip, and I look down at her, at the tangle of her dyed black hair around her face, the angry gleam in her blue eyes, and all I can think is that I’ve never seen a woman so fiercely beautiful.
Natalia Obelensky is every inch a match for me–and so much more than I’d imagined.
I try to calm myself as I hold her there squirming, her eyes flashing with the warning of all sorts of things that I can tell she wants to do to me. I should be thinking about the purpose I’ve actually brought her here for, about the ways I want to punish her, the pain and fear I want her to feel, but in this moment, all I can think is that I want to keep her.
I want her for myself. And I’m not so certain that I want to give her up at all.
I shove her hard against the door, my hands trembling on her upper arms as I shake her, my teeth gritted. “Devochka–Natalia–”
“That’s not my name,” she hisses, the words spitting from her lips as she glares up at me. “You don’t have any idea who I am.”
I laugh, leaning into her, feeling the warmth of her naked body sinking into my flesh through my thin clothing. “You know that’s not true,” I murmur, my voice a low and rasping growl as I lean down, my mouth hovering just above hers. Her mouth is soft and full, and this close, I can’t resist the urge to kiss her. To taste her lips again.
I hear her muffled cry as my mouth comes down on hers, rough and demanding. I can feel her press her lips together, trying to resist, but she can only fight it for so long.
My tongue runs along the seam of her lips, teasing the edge of it, pushing inside of her mouth. I rock against her, letting her feel me, how just the taste of her lips affects me, makes my body tense and tighten with need even if my cock is still soft for now.
“No–” she gasps, her hand sliding along the door, fumbling for the knob, and I break the kiss, grabbing her hand and wrenching it up above her head.
“You’ve chosen the hard way,Natalia, with your antics this morning,” I murmur. My mouth leaves hers, dragging across her cheek, down to nip at the edge of her jaw. When I feel her shudder, hear her soft gasp, I let my mouth slide lower down her throat, inch by inch.
I can tell she likes it, that she’s sensitive there. I can feel her breathing quicken, the slight tremors running through her body, and I lean in, pressing my teeth against the soft flesh.
“Mikhail–” Her voice is a plea, either for me to stop or go on, but to me it doesn’t matter which. My name in her voice sounds like music, and I want to hear her say it again, moan it,screamit.
