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He growls and bites my throat. “Expect no finesse,zolotse. I’ve waited too long for this.” He drags my dress down my thighs, taking my panties with it, and I’m naked except for my thigh-highs and heels. “Put your leg up here so I can get to you.”
He puts a hand under my right knee and lifts it, resting it on the basin. I put my hands on the tile wall, my face close to the mirror. In the reflection, I see Sasha rapidly shed his clothes, the heat radiating from his body. He steps close again, and his cock nudges my ass, as hot as a firebrand.
“Fuck, you’re juicy,” he says, running his fingertips over my swollen pussy lips. I yelp at his touch, and he laughs, running his palm up my spine. He winds my hair into a rope, wrapping it around his hand and pulling my head back.
“Look at yourself,” he murmurs. His other hand is still on my pussy, his fingertips seeking out my clit. “You look slutty as hell. Heavy eyelids, flushed cheeks, bitten lips. Panting.” He nudges my clit, rolling it gently, and I moan, my breath fogging the mirror. “Glorious,” he says, slipping his cock between my damp inner thighs. “Better than I imagined, even. You’re a beautiful mess, Josie. Tell me you want me inside you.”
His words are killing me. Who knew he had such a filthy mouth? I’ve heard men say similar things, but not like this. Sasha sounds hypnotized, as though he’s drunk on desire.
“Of course I want you inside me,” I gasp. “Just fuck me, Sasha. I can’t wait anymore!”
Sasha’s piercing catches my clit as he rubs the smooth head of his cock against me. He groans and grabs his shaft, moving into position and rocking his hips, coating the tip of him with my wetness. The pressure is almost unbearably good, and I push back, trying to make him enter me. He swats my ass and gives my hair a firm tug, hauling me backward until I’m almost upright against him, his other hand snaking around my throat.
“I’m gonna hold you here and rail your cunt until I come,” he whispers, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. “There’ll be time to worship every fucking perfect inch of you, but there’s no way I can keep control, not this first time.”
He pushes against me, jamming my body against the basin as his cock opens me up, stretching me as the first few inches slip inside. My mouth falls open, and I see Sasha’s face behind me in the mirror, contorted with ecstasy.
“Fuck, Josie.” He hisses through his teeth as he slides home, drawing a shocked gasp from me as his girth forges into my tightness. “You were worth the wait. Nothing could ever feel this good.”
I can’t speak. Just the relentless presence of him inside me drives the air from my lungs, and for a moment, I can onlyfeelhim. Then his fingers tighten around my neck, and he pulls free of my clinging pussy, his pierced tip setting my nerves alight. I reach for my clit, working it frantically as he forges in and out of me, and I’m astonished to find my climax is already well within reach.
It’s hot as fuck to watch Sasha in the mirror. This cold, ruthless killer, the man who inspires so much fear, is enslaved by my body. His low grunts, whispered dirty talk, and grinding movements are a testament to his desperate arousal, his muscles corded and stone-like as he chases his own peak.
“My wife.” He feels my breath catch and understands I’m close. “Come for me,moya zhena. Say my fucking name. Who are you coming for?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Sasha slows down, and I moan with frustration. He releases my hair and slaps my hand away from my clit, replacing it with his own.
“Who are you coming for?” he asks again.
“You,” I say, almost sobbing as he works my tender clit. “I’m coming for you, Sasha.”
He rolls his hips, skewering me deep, and I cry out.
“And who am I?”
“My husband.” I’m so close to orgasm that I can barely utter the words. “You’re my husband.”
“Damn fucking right.”
In a quick movement, he pushes my leg even higher, opening me up so he can fuck me deeper. I brace my hands on the wall on either side of the mirror and surrender to the feeling as he pounds me, his fingers still manipulating my clit. The mirror is steamed up now, and my husband’s body and face are a blur, but I can feel him everywhere. His cock thickens as he tenses, and he bottoms out hard, tipping me over the edge.
I cry out, the sound cut off by Sasha’s huge hand squeezing my throat. The feeling is scary but incredible, and my orgasm intensifies, my pussy spasming wildly as Sasha fills me with his come. He holds me to him, his cock twitching as he gives me every drop.
As our breathing settles, he pulls free and shocks me by pushing two fingers into my pussy, coating his fingers in our mingled fluids. He reaches around me and wipes the mirror with his arm so I can see as he rubs the wetness onto my lips.
“Open up,” he says, and I obey, watching as he slips his fingers over my tongue. His come is mixed with the tang of my arousal, and I suck at his fingers, enjoying the lewdness of it. Sasha grins with devilish satisfaction.
“You taste that?” he asks. “You are mine, and I am yours. Never doubt it.”
24
Two weeks later…
Josie
Christmas is just a few days away, and the world outside is gearing up for the festivities, but we’re too wrapped up in one another to care.
Sasha and I sleep in one another’s arms every night as though we’ve been together for years. He’s busy during the day, dealing with both bratva and legitimate business, and he likes to tease me about coming back to work with him. I know he’s kidding; as far as he’s concerned, his wife does not need to earn a dime of her own money. Strange how I feel kept but not owned for the first time.
