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CRINA
“And you sleep better here?” I ask incredulously, considering that his bedroom down here doubles as a gallery for his brother’s paintings.
He gives a sullen grimace. “I sleep more, yes.”
Not better, though.I bet his sleep is plagued with nightmares.
Taking my hand, he guides me into the shower. The water is scorching hot, but Marku turns his back to it, curving his huge body to protect me as he adjusts the temperature. I can only imagine what that heat is doing to his scars. Maybe he doesn’t feel any of it anymore. Scabbed over and dead, his flesh may be less sensitive to the searing heat. Meanwhile, the tats on his chest shimmer in front of me, the Popescu eagle’s eyes sharp and vicious, staring at me accusingly.
Yes, I reply with a nod at the raptor’s fierce expression,I did fail him.
I reach up to Marku’s head, look into his eyes, and pet his hair as an apology. Water sprays out from behind, rivulets snaking down his shoulders and chest. Whatever regret he sees in my face angers him. He stamps his mouth over mine and presses into me. My back hits the warm, slippery marble wall.
He turns me around so that my back is plastered to his front, his hard erection prodding my lower back. I slip a hand behind me and attempt to wrap my fingers around his cock, but he swats it away. Behind me, I hear the opening of a bottle.
A moment later, Marku places his foamy hands on me. They feel like silk as he glides them up and down my body, washing and caressing every inch of me. My head falls forward, my forehead lightly bumping the slick wall as his hand meanders down and settles between my legs. I whine when a thick finger enters. Despite prepping me with his tongue, despite practically squirting for him, I feel the intrusion.
His other hand automatically cups my breast, and he starts rolling my nipple between his fingers. “None of that.” He tskes. “You have to learn to take my cock.”
“It’s too soon. It’s going to hurt,” I whine, although I’m secretly begging for it.
Hot, humid air swirls around us. He lifts his hand, spearing his fingers into my wet hair, pulling my head back gently. “I know how to fix that quick.”
I feel the rush of air before I hear and then feel his hard swat on my ass.
“Ouch,” I cry out, squirming and twisting like an oiled eel.
But he has a good grip on me. Too good a grip, and I’m quickly plastered against the wall, his huge bulk pressing into me.
Raising his arm, he swats me again and a burst of arousal tunnels through me.
Still, I scream, “Stop that.”
My protest only prompts him to rain down a series of harsher smacks, and I bite my bottom lip to stifle my moan and give myself away. I like to fight, and I’m not about ready for this to end. I put up a struggle, attempting to squeeze out from under him.
My head gets yanked back again. A bite on my earlobe, and then a harsh exhale. “Can’t just be a good girl. Always gotta fight me. Fight all you want, but you’re getting this fucking now.”
His grip relents just a little, and I rush to grab the handle of the shower. I jerk it open only to have the glass door slammed closed a second later. A wisp of fear snakes through me. Adrenaline pours into my bloodstream and my lizard brain takes over.
I fall to the ground, knees scraping the marble tiles. He descends on me, like the eagle painted on his chest. I collapse forward and slap my palms to the floor to break my fall. My knees are kicked open from behind. I feel the swipe of the crown of his cock between my pussy lips.
“Thought so.”
I hear the smug grin in his voice. I have half a second to clench my ass and bow my back as I brace for the plunge. His cock pierces me in one forceful thrust. I feel the stretch, the harsh burn of that demanding invasion as he slices through my tender flesh. He keeps going until he bottoms out.
“Sit up,” he warns before pulling me up by the hair. I slip down farther onto his shaft, the back of my shoulders hitting the curvature of his hard chest. He curls his hand around my throat, keeping me pinned to him.
My spine arches, moving me off his cock. That movement isn’t too bad. If anything, I’m wet as ever. The adrenaline spiraling through my body helps amplify my arousal. His shaft is thick and intrusive, but there’s something about him forcing his big cock inside me, forcing me to accommodate his girth, that makes my cunt pulse in anticipation. He bites down on the crook of my neck, licking up my throat as if he wants to taste every inch of me.
“Say you like it. Beg me to fuck you hard.”
I may be unable to move, but that doesn’t affect my mouth. “No, I hate it, you demanding bastard.”
He grunts, shoves me back down, and with his hard grip around my throat, drives in deep.
“Oh, I am demanding.” Another hard thrust. “I’ll be demanding this from you every fucking morning.” His fingers smack down on my pussy. I scream. “A good, hard fuck to keep you quiet and content for the rest of day.” Another smack. Another pounding. Between his rough thrusts and rougher words, I’m spiraling fast. “And if you give me any shit, I’ll pull up your skirt and fuck you right where you stand.” He drives in deep, as if to make a point. “Don’t care who watches.”
I sink down, fingers furious on my clit as he lets go of my throat and grasps a slippery hold on my hips to charge forward.
