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I hate him–and I want him, desperately.
“Come for me,” he whispers in my ear, his fingers rubbing fast and hard now, flinging me towards my climax. “Come with my cock in your ass, my good littlekotenok. And then I’ll fill your ass with my cum, just like you want. You do want it, don’t you?”
His fingers go still for just a second, warning me that he can take my pleasure away as easily as he can give it, and I sob out the words desperately, unable to risk the loss of the climax I need so much.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I want you to come in my ass. I want you to fuck my ass and fill me up.Please, fuckingplease–”
Mikhail laughs against my ear, his body shuddering as he quickens his fingers against my clit again, rubbing just the way I need it. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Good little kitten.”
My moan when I come is nearly a shriek of pleasure, my entire body bucking and tightening, my legs spreading as I grind my hips against his hand, feeling his cock slam into my ass again as I come hard for him, feeling as if I’m shattering with the intensity of it. His hand tightens around my throat, pulling me backwards against him, bowing my back as I feel his cock swell and harden inside of me, and I know he’s coming too.
“No one will ever put their hands on you other than me,” he snarls against my ear, his voice thick and breaking with the force of his own climax as I feel the hot rush of his cum in my ass, trickling down the backs of my thighs as his cock spasms again and again. “No one can touch you, hurt you,haveyou other than me.”
With one last shudder, his hard, muscled body holding me down against the couch, his cheek presses to mine as he groans, his hand still around my throat.
“You’remine, Natalia.”
Natalia
He cuffs me to the bed again the next night, but he sleeps next to me. I lay there in the darkness, thinking about what he’d said while he fucked me over the couch, turning it over and over again in my head.
Is he still going to take me to Viktor?I know a small part of what he’s talking about, what happened that apparently set the events in motion that led to this. I’d met Caterina Andreyva at a gala not long after her marriage to Viktor, and I’d heard through the grapevine that something had happened to her, some kidnapping that had resulted in Viktor cutting a bloody swath through a former associate of his and his men. I didn’t know the fine details, just what gossip had made its way around. But apparently, that’s linked back to Mikhail, and he intends to offer me up to Viktor as payment for what my father did to him.
I remember Viktor–an older, imposing man–but I have no idea what he might think of that. I have no idea if he’s the kind of man who would torture or kill me for something my father did, in recompense for harm to his wife that I had nothing to do with. I have no way of knowing, and I no longer know where Mikhail’s mind is at, either.
Not long ago, I would have been fairly sure that Mikhail was delivering me to torment, death, or both. But now I’m not sure. Either Viktor won’t kill me–perhaps Mikhail is hoping Viktor will gift me to him, after he gets back the position he lost?--or Mikhail is changing his mind about taking me there, if he meant what he said.
No one else will touch you, hurt you, have you other than me.
Something flutters, deep in my belly, at the idea of continuing to belong to him. Everything in me screams that I shouldn’t want this, that I should want escape, that I should hate him until the end of my days. But there’s something else in me, too, dividing me in half–the craving that he awakened in me. And after finding the picture in his wallet, there’s a seed of sympathy, too, one that I know I shouldn’t cultivate.
It will only make all of this harder, in the end.
I’d spent most of the day locked in the bedroom, one hand cuffed to the bed while Mikhail spent his time downstairs, apparently trying to piece together who the stalker might be. When I’d asked him if he’d found anything, he’d refused to answer, instead uncuffing me long enough to fuck me again, let me shower, and then restrain me before we went to sleep.
I’m terrified of what might happen next. But the uncertainty feels worse. I feel as if I’m hovering in some limbo, where I no longer understand what Mikhail’s goals are. I don’t know if he’s obsessed enough to try to keep me, or if we’re still going to New York. I don’t know what plans the stalker has next for me. And over all of that, I have the lingering dread of Ruby coming for dinner, and wondering if I’ve appeased Mikhail enough that he’ll keep his word.
I have to play my part to the letter. I have to be happy, in love, adoring of him. I know Ruby will know if I seem anxious or afraid, even a little. I can’t let her see that.
For her sake, and mine.
And there’s another worry, too, one that creeps into my dreams as I finally fall asleep, and lingers once I wake to Mikhail uncuffing me.
He lets me go into the bathroom alone, which I’m grateful for. The moment I’m inside with the door shut, I sit on the toilet, fishing out the pregnancy test from where I’d hidden it in the box of tampons.
This is just to put my mind at ease,I tell myself, even as nausea cramps my stomach again, just as it had yesterday.Being late means nothing, not with everything that’s been happening.
I sit there, ready to shove the test back into the box at the slightest sound of Mikhail coming into the bathroom, and watch as the result creeps across the small screen, telling me the truth of what’s really going on.
I can’t throw it out; he’d likely find it. I shove it back into the box–and just in time, as he opens up the door, glaring at me.
“What’s taking so long?” he snaps, and I glare back, standing up and striding towards the sink.
“I thought I started my period,” I tell him, tossing my hair over my shoulder as if there’s nothing strange going on at all. “But I guess it was just from the rough sex last night.”
Mikhail smirks, and I see him relax as he walks towards me, his hands on my bare waist as he leans forward, his teeth scraping lightly over my neck. “Maybe I should fuck you again right here, over the sink. You’d like that, wouldn’t you,kotenok?”
I don’t say anything. My stomach is still in knots, and I’m starving and nauseated all at once, which feels like a special circle of hell. I can feel him pressing against my ass, hard already, and I know that I’m not leaving the bathroom without satisfying him.
