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“Andrei,” I whisper, kissing him again. “It’s time to get up.”
“Five more minutes,” he grumbles. The way he pouts, cheek pressed against the pillow, is so cute—notsomething I thought I’d ever think about Andre Nicolaevich, but here we are.
“I’ve been away too long,” I tell him.
“Stay.”
My heart skips a beat. “Stay?” I laugh softly. “Careful, Andrei. I’m starting to think you like me or something.”
His eyes open slowly, our gaze locking on to each other. I always compared his eyes to those of a shark, cold and deadly. But today, something’s different. Something’schanged.
“I could never like you,” he mutters softly, like a lover would. “I hate you.”
I study his lips, the shapes they make as he utters those three words. They sting, not because it’s such a terrible thing to say to another person, but because I don’t know if I believe him.
Before I know it, his fingers are tangling in my hair as he rolls his weight on top of me, grinding his hip as he settles between my thighs. Our lips slot together easily, a perfect fit, his ravenous tongue sweeping over mine with an almost exploratory purpose. He may be heavy, but there’s admittedly something lovely about how his body easily covers mine. His broad chest, his thick arms, his long legs—I want to feel every inch of him.
“Say it back,” Andrei orders as he slips a hand beneath my shirt and bra, swiping his thumb over my sensitive nipple. A moan rips itself from my lungs when he gives my breast a greedy squeeze.
“Say what back?” I ask, breathless. I wrap my thighs around him, my core aching with need.
“That you hate me. You have to say it back.”
“I hate you,” I answer as he kisses me deeply. My hands slip down to make quick work of his belt and zipper. His cock his hard against my palm, the heat of his skin radiating through the fabric of his pants. “I hate you so fucking much,” I grumble as I push the waistband of his boxer briefs down, helping to free his impressive erection. I stroke him slowly, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, relishing the way Andrei squeezes his eyes shut and moans. “And you better fuck me like you do, too.”
He grips my waist and flips me over roughly, his hot breath against my ear. Andrei grinds his cock against my ass, his deep growl rumbling straight through me. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you like I hate you?”
I back up into him with a moan. “Yes.”
“You asked for it.”
With speed I didn’t know he possessed, Andrei all but yanks my pants off and drags me to the edge of the bed. I’m hinged at the hips, my feet touching the floor. His weight is gone for only a moment before he returns, condom in hand, the crinkle of the packet as he tears into it somehow louder than my own heart pounding in my ear.
He buries himself deep inside me without warning, but I frankly don’t need it. I’ve grown accustomed to his generous size, have come to love the burn of the stretch and the way he makes me feel so,sofull. I’m used to his rhythm by now, know how he moves with precision and drive. Everything he does is with such force—from the way he talks, the way he conducts business, and yes, even the way he has sex.
I like that he’s rough with me. It’s strange, but I don’t think I’d appreciate it if he treated me like something delicate and weak. HeknowsI can take whatever he can give, so Andrei doesn’t bother with whispering sweet nothings. He may call me ‘princess,’ but he knows he can get away with treating me like anything but.
Heat pools deep within my core, a tight coil burning hotter and brighter with every one of his thrusts. My pussy clenches around him, my whole body trembling as the head of his cock sweeps over my sweet spot again and again and again until I’m just about to—
Andrei pulls out, leaving me to squirm. I moan against the sheets, my hands balling up into fists.
“W-why’d you stop?” I gasp. Every inch of my body is on fire, teetering on the edge of satisfaction, only to find none.
“Doing exactly as you asked,” he answers, his voice thick with sex. “I’m fucking you like I hate you.”
It dawns on me then just how much trouble I’m in.
“Oh,fuck—”
I don’t even have a chance to finish my thought. Andrei slides back into me, just as fast and hard as before, pushing me closer and closer towards the edge of release.
Only to stop just shy of me reaching climax.
“Andrei, comeon!”
He spanks me, one hard clap of his palm. The sting sends a jolt of electricity skipping up my spine. “Begging already, princess? I’m so disappointed.”
Sweat drips from my brow, from the back of my neck. I’m overheating, every nerve in my body suddenly on high alert. Andrei doesn’t give me a chance to calm down or recover. He expertly balances between build-up and release, and I’m growing more and more desperate with every passing second.
