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“Look at you, such a gorgeous little slut, pushing her cunt onto my fingers. How did I get so lucky?” My breath catches, but the only other sound in the room is the squelching of my pussy. “Needy little thing, isn’t it?”
I hear him move behind me. He takes his fingers out and I groan my distress. Reaching over me, he clamps his fingers around my mouth. “No lip coming from you. You do what I say. No complaints.” He pauses. “Unless you want my cock up your ass while I keep your pussy aching.”
It should be illegal what it does to me when he gets bossy. As if to test me, he coats his thumb in my slick and plunges into my back hole, pushing through the tight ring of muscles. I jerk in surprise, choking my yelp. I arch even more to relieve the pressure, but he follows my movement, shoving in nice and deep.
“That’s right. Should I take this hole now, I wonder?”
I freeze in place, holding my breath to see what he decides. Because I’m all in. Whatever he wants. He pulls his thick thumb out and jams it back in, twisting it around while his other hand slips off my mouth and cups my throat, testing me. I groan, loving his hand around my neck.
After a few twists, he pulls out and goes to wipe his hand. He returns to the bed and settles beside my hip, giving my ass a few slaps and pinching my clit until my back is bowed again.
“Good girl.”
My arms and legs shake from the flush of hearing those two little words. I live for presenting myself to him, for pleasing him, for the praise. He crawls behind me and pulls my ass cheeks apart. I drop my head and moan as he watches my juices roll down my inner thighs. I feel his finger touch the trail and follow it up to my cunt. His fingers disappear and I hear a sucking sound behind me. He’s sucking on my juices.
A moment later, his body gives off heat right behind me. His crown nudges my entrance. I brace myself, knowing that no matter how wet I am, there’s no getting around the impact of his huge cock. He pushes in and the walls of my pussy burn as they stretch to take his girth. He waits for me to adjust before shoving the rest of his hard shaft deep inside. I lift my head on a gasp, the feeling of being full and taken overwhelmingly delicious.
“Look at that tight cunt swallowing me whole. Yeah, that’s right, my good girl knows how to take my big cock. My cock is the only one that will ever feel the paradise of your slick, tight pussy.”
There go those two words again, followed by his dirty talk. A preview orgasm shudders through me. I nod or shake my head, or both…I don’t know. My head is swiveling on my neck and I don’t quite know what’s happening in my delirium.
“I’m going to ride this pussy, because I own it,” he orders, my hair wound around his hand. He yanks hard once and my eyes roll back in their sockets. My heart rate spikes.
I position myself to do just as he says, and he begins to thrust hard, just as he’d promised. Pain and pleasure dance inside me, dragging me along for the rough ride. I love it when he goes savage on me, when he loses his epic control. And lose it, he does. He fucks into me, driving deep, stamping his ownership inside me.
Without warning, Marku spanks me rapidly. The heat and pain spreads over my ass cheeks and up my lower back. “Drop down to the mattress and get those fingers on your clit.”
I collapse, but he catches me and guides me down gently until my chest touches the bed. I snake my hand down my torso, rubbing furiously on my sparking clit while rolling my hips to entice him to fuck me harder.
“Don’t think I forgot your oath.” He shoves his thumb back in my ass and I clench at the sudden intrusion. “Don’t you dare put yourself in danger.” He viciously pushes his thumb in and out. “Or you will get the punishment of your life, Crina. I swear it.”
His thrusts increase, plundering me to give me a taste of that punishment. Panting, I quiver from overstimulation. His hips smack against my buttocks. His big testicles slap against my fingers rubbing my clit. His hand rains down on my ass cheeks. His fingers twist my locks.
The combination intertwines, merges, and crashes over me in a crescendo of sensations. I scream in pleasure as I come, riding the wave of my climax. My inner muscles clamp down around his cock, milking him for dear life.
Marku stiffens above me, his hard rhythm breaks. He inadvertently yanks too hard on my hair as he loses control, and then he floods me with come. Ripples of pleasure undulate through my body while he’s pumping the last of his seed inside me.
Once he’s slowed down and released my hair with a murmured apology, he says, “You’re lucky you’re on protection. Otherwise, I’d be breeding you right now. I’ve got so much come stored up for you this past week.”
I crumple on the bed, every ounce of strain from yesterday’s ordeal bleeding into the mattress. I’m limp from pleasure and relief… And a deep well of hope springs up inside me.
Marku has conceded. I will help him kill the Sperm Donor.
He’s scared for me, which is what led him to fuck me like he owns me, but I have zero complaints.
I gave him my oath, but nothing will stop me from getting rid of that demon of a man. Not only because he’s a looming threat to Star, to me, and to the clans, but because he killed Cristian. As for being my biological father, Alexei Kotov is already dead to me. I may be too blood-thirsty for my own good, but I can’t wait to gaze down on him, lying lifeless at my feet, with Marku’s bullet between his eyes.
CHAPTER 23
MARKU
Adate has been set.
Or rather, Crina has. She reached out to his people, eventually got connected to him, and even had a conversion with him. During their call, she lied about how grateful she was that he’d spared her in the subway car. He grumbled about his dead soldier. She went on about how protecting her was proof that he really was her father, that he truly loved her.
The grimace on her face and the clenched fist at her side hinted at how painful it was for her to be deceptive. I covered her fist in mine, encouraging her with a nod. She told him that she wanted to meet him to thank him, and as a way of showing her gratitude, she had intel he’d find useful.
That last part is what hooked him in, the low-life bastard. The energy vibrating off him was palpable, even though the phone. And Crina was right. His energy was off. There was an edginess about him that I’m not used to sensing in bosses. They’re usually calm, calculating, cold, or a combination of all three. Nothing else. After that call, I made another attempt to convince her to back off, but she insisted.
