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He said that? My heart raged wildly in my chest. “Dmitri?”
He turned his head and hooked me into his hazy gaze. “I want to fuck you,zaychik. I want to feel your tight pussy gripping my cock. I want to ruin you in every way, and I don’t give a fuck about the consequences.”
My body flushed with his words, and my breaths came out in short puffs. His chest rose and fell as though finding air was scarce. Minutes seemed to pass by as tension mounted between us. I knew I was tempting the devil, but I was willing to take that chance. I wanted to tempt him in spades. “Then, do it.”
“Do what?”
“I want...” The words were as thick as molasses and stuck in my throat.
“You want what? Say it.” His voice was pure gravel as it vibrated between us, hanging in the air like fireworks before they exploded in the sky.
I lifted my chin in determination before I lost my nerve. “I want you.”
He fisted his hand over his mouth, cursing lowly. “Don’t play with me, Sorina.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re sure?” His dark eyes conveyed a warning. Slowly, he reached behind his neck and began yanking off his shirt.
I nodded, biting my lip, staring at his chest and muscles in admiration. He was so hot it was obscene. He stood up and kicked off his shoes while he undid his jeans and shoved them down, along with his underwear. His dick popped out, distended and hard. The head glistened under the light.
My heartbeat was so loud I was certain he could hear it. I was nervous, anxious, and quite frankly crazy to incite him when I’d never done this before. Yet, I wanted this more than anything.
He fisted himself; the veins on his wrist twisted with the motion of his hand, stroking the base of his erection. “Once it begins, there’s no turning back. I won’t stop.” He had a look on his face like he reveled in conquering me, then crawled over me while I caught just how long and swollen he was before he settled between my legs. He cupped my face.
I nodded, and my cheeks heated with the thought of having sex for the first time. Not just with anyone. With Dmitri.
His grip tightened on my skin, keeping my focus on him. “Ya khochu tebya.”
“What did you say?” I was mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze.
“You’re a royal pain in the ass.” I didn’t think that’s what he said, but he slammed his mouth on mine and kissed me so profoundly I thought I would never come up for air. His fingers strummed through my hair, and he yanked out the hair tie holding my ponytail. Thick strands fell around me as I suffocated under his captivating mouth. He was all-consuming with everything he did. He stroked his erection over my clit, and wetness pooled at my core. He moved against me again, and a moan tore from my throat.
His hands moved down my sides, lower, until they reached my inner thighs. Then, he spread them apart and pushed my legs back until they were almost touching my shoulders. His head was bent down between us, and his eyes feasted on me, spread wide, vulnerable. Open in every possible way. My nerves were a jumbled mess, and there was a heavy throb at my core that hadn’t been fulfilled. But the way he stared at me was mesmerizing. “Your cunt is so wet. So ready.”
“Oh my god.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded like it came from somewhere off in the distance.
“Such a beautiful, pink pussy, and it’s allmine.” Before his words settled, he thrust into me, and a searing pain shot through me like nothing I’d ever experienced before in my life. My fingers immediately curled over his biceps, keeping me from slapping his shoulder and pleading, “Tap out. Tap out,” or telling him this wouldn’t work anatomically, despite my lust and curiosity. We were apparently mismatched. Why didn’t I factor in those fine details? I hissed, and my nails dug deeper into his skin, trying to hold on for life, or stop him. I would’ve thrown him off me if he wasn’t such a giant, weighing me down.
He paused, and his forehead fell down on mine. His eyes were squeezed shut, and a savage, deep groan escaped between his lips. “You are so fucking tight,” he gritted out. “Too tight. Clenching my dick like a vise.” He opened his eyes and stared into mine that were burning with unshed tears. “And I am large, but still…” His words trailed off, and I had an overwhelming urge to smack him in the face. Him speaking the obvious about his huge dick distracted me from the pain below.
It was even more exasperating how what he said was true. He wasn’t actually bragging in a douchey way, either. He was being blunt again. Truthful. Which was more than I could say for myself. I’d told him I wanted it. Wanted to experience what it would be like with him. Basically begged him to do it. I wanted to dance with the devil, yet here I was…already taking a misstep.
However, I heard his erratic breaths. His words were unsteady and his body taut as he asked, “Is there something you should have mentioned to me?”
Seconds passed before I gathered my wits. “Are you trying to get me to admit you have a giant penis?” The pain was still there, but starting to subside as I adjusted to him. I also felt him twitch inside me. Every slight movement was magnified tenfold.
He clenched his jaw. “Stop being evasive, Sorina. Tell me this isn’t your first time.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I rushed out, trying to keep my cheeks from burning with humiliation. I hated this feeling of being exposed. How he could always see through my lies? Why did he have to know everything? It was unnerving.
He rolled his lips together, cursing softly in Russian before he spoke. “Why do you always lie to me?”
“Would it have made a difference?”
“Yes. It would.” The words hung between us. He bent his head, and I watched as he pulled out slowly, but his tip was still lodged inside me. “I would have gone slower. I would’ve never intentionally hurt you, although it would’ve hurt somewhat.” He kept studying where we were joined in fascination and, eventually, ran his finger over my clit, and I clenched against him. I lifted my head and gazed down between us, too. My breath hitched as I saw my blood on his shaft.
He looked up, and his pupils seemed dilated, filled with lust, and yet there was something else I couldn’t quite decipher. He slowly pushed into me again. “I guess I should say I’m sorry for taking your virginity.” His voice was tight with leashed restraint. He clutched my chin between his finger and thumb, keeping my gaze whether I wanted it or not. “But I would be lying.” He dropped his hand to clutch my boob, massaging gently, and withdrew a few inches, staring at where we were joined. “Jesus,zaychik, the sight of your blood on my dick affects me more than it should.”
