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“If I drink these, then what?”
“You're stalling. Take the fucking shots, or I will do it for you.”
The coldness in his eyes convinces me. I down the six shots in rapid succession. The burn is not so bad after the first two. I quickly realized the shots were tequila. This guy is seriously psycho, and I'm clearly being subjected to participating in some weird punishment he deems appropriate.
“Okay. I drank the fucking shots. Can I go back to my room now?”
“We have about thirty minutes before those take effect so let's set some things straight before inebriation renders you completely useless.”
“Whatever. Set away,” I taunt, refusing to give in to his play for power.
“Hmm, let’s see. So far, you've verbalized your refusal to submit to me, respect me, or fuck me. Did I cover all of your objections?”
“You're correct. Especially the last part—the fuck part.”
Kai's grin widens as if he's pleased with my response. I see the challenge resonate within his whiskey-colored eyes. “Is that so? Are you sure about that?”
“You're delusional if you think I'd ever want to sleep with you. This marriage will be on paper only. We will not be consummating that farce.”
His lips curve up into a sly smile as he leans in closer to me. “Oh, there will be no sleeping when I take you... no making love either. I fuck,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
I can feel my heart racing as he continues to stare at me with those piercing brown eyes. It's as though he's daring me to look away, to break the intense eye contact that has held us both captive for the past few minutes.
“Well, like I said ... we won't be doing any of that either,” I assure him.
He reaches out and takes hold of my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Despite myself, I feel an unwelcome tremble run through my body as he draws me closer, his face just inches from mine.
“I think you're lying,” he whispers, his breath hot against my cheek. “I think you want the privilege to have my cock buried deep within your cunt.”
I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I try to pull away, but he only tightens his grip on my hand.
“Let go of me. I freaking hate you, and I hate this goddamn arrangement. I'm only agreeing to this because I love my family.”
His eyes narrow as if my words have struck a nerve. I can see the anger and frustration building up inside him. “Let me show you what I think of your hate,” he says, spinning me around and bending me over his desk.
He makes quick work of yanking down my panties. “I'm on my period!” I yell. “You can't do this.”
“You think something as trivial as blood will stop me?” he growls. I can hear him undoing his pants behind me as he keeps one forceful hand on my back.
“You're hurting me,” I scream as he forces me flatter onto his desk, my face and breasts pressed against the hard surface.
“You're quite the liar, Vasilisa. I'm not hurting you—not yet anyway. I don't like liars. You're just another greedy whore who wants my cock,” he snarls. “I have the perfect view of your cunt, and you know what I see ... aside from your dangling tampon string?Wetness. Why are you so turned on right now? Are you going to be truthful and beg me for it?”
I can't look back at him. I'm embarrassed by how my body responds to him right now. “Don't touch me,” I scream. “You will not do this to me.”
“I think we're well past that option ... don't you?”
The question is rhetorical. He pulls down his pants with his free hand, exposing his hard throbbing erection. I can't not look. He spreads my legs apart with his own before yanking out my tampon and tossing it on the desk next to me. Holy fuck, he's serious! I briefly feel his thick cock nudging at my folds before he pushes in until he's buried to the hilt.
“Stop!” I plead, rejecting the rush of sensations pinging all over my body, trying desperately to ignore the tiny sparks igniting between my legs.
“Tell your greedy cunt to stop clenching my cock.” He smirks as he leisurely begins to stroke.
The feeling is fucking phenomenal, but I know this is wrong. He groans as his pace quickens. He's moving faster and faster inside me now—adjusting his position and slamming into me as deep as possible. And oh God, it's working ... because everywhere he strokes, it feels like I'm being lifted into another reality ... one where it's okay to admit how good he feels inside me.
I can hear the breath leaving his lips as his full body weight presses against mine while he continues to thrust inside me more frantically now. Then he rakes his hands down my backside, causing every nerve ending in my body to alight with fire. Blood trickles between my thighs as I fight the buildup driving me toward an orgasm. God, why does he have to feel so fucking good inside me? The girth of him fills me like nobody else has ever done before, and I can no longer fight it. I'm giving in to the animalistic lust he's evoking inside me!
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