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He pushes his body forward, using his knees to spread my thighs. The shirt I’m wearing rides up to my belly, showing everything to him, exposing me for the hopeless slut I am tonight.
As his lips leave mine, I whimper from the loss. I need to feel him again. I want him inside of me, and that’s not something I’m willing to wait for.
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” I whisper as he unzips his pants. “Fuck me like you hate me. Please, I need it.”
He grins, his green eyes meeting mine with such intensity that I feel like I’m being burned by them. There’s cruelty there, a willingness to corrupt what he shouldn’t, but I also trust him not to take it too far. He doesn’t really want to hurt me.
“I’m going to do things to you that you couldn’t even dream of, darling,” he growls, cupping my pussy with his hand. He rubs it slowly, finding my wetness and spreading it over my labia.
I gasp at how good it feels, wetness flowing from me like a fountain. It’s almost embarrassing, like I’ve pissed myself, but I know he’s just as turned on by it as I am. I can see it by the bulge sticking out of his unzipped pants.
His underwear is thin enough to show the shape of his cock. It’s quite large, with a slight curve to it like an Egyptian sword. I’m not sure if I can fit something like that inside me, but I’m so hopelessly turned on that I’m going to try.
Ivan slides a finger into me, stroking the inside of my pussy as his other hand runs down the front of my shirt. He cups one of my breasts through the fabric until my nipple stiffens, and then he pinches it.
I jerk back, gasping at the powerful sensation.
“Don’t be so coy,” he grumbles, pulling up my shirt and grabbing my breast again. “I know there’s a filthy whore inside you. All sweet girls are really fucking sluts at heart.” He squeezes my breast, sending a shockwave of confused pleasure through my torso.
I arch my back, accepting his cruel treatment, begging him to give me more. I want to be punished for the crime of existing. I feel I’ve done something terrible by being such a burden to everyone around me, and I want Ivan to break my soul to pieces as retribution.
I don’t know why I hate myself so much, but this isn’t a therapy session. I’m not going to tell him about all the way the world has fucked me over, or even why I want him to be rough with me. The cure for my madness is purely carnal.
Raw, angry sex with a killer.
I wouldn’t expect him to use a condom, either. If he were smart, he’d at least pull out before he came, but I’m not even sure I’m going to live long enough for it to matter. I’m a target now, as he’s told me, so this could be my last night alive.
But those are all just excuses. I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I’ve already decided that the risk is worth it for something most people never get to do. Quite literally, it’s a one in eight billion chance, and I’ve hit the jackpot.
Ivan pushes another finger into me, pressing them deep and using his thumb to rub my clit.
A moan escapes my parted lips, and he chuckles. “That’s a good girl, now let’s see how quickly you lose control.”
I’ve already lost it, biting my lip to keep from screaming as waves of pleasure roll through my body. If this is what his fingers can do, I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like once he’s inside me.
“That’s right, darling, cum for me. Don’t hold back,” he says, his voice thick and hoarse.
Stars dance across my vision, colors pulsating in the corners of my eyes. Everything becomes blurry and warm, disappearing from the crystal-clear reality I once believed in and turning into a dreamlike haze of ideas. Nothing is solid. Everything breaks down as pleasure shoots through me like a bolt of lightning.
I scream Ivan’s name, but I can’t even hear my own voice anymore. Blood pumps in my ears, deafening me to everything else as I’m overtaken by such divine sweetness that I almost believe I’ve died and went to heaven.
But I know that’s not where I’m going, not when I’m willingly having sex with a Bratva boss.
A killer with hands like magic.
A weapon that uses pleasure to defeat me.
I roll my head over my shoulders, shuddering as the bliss subsides and is replaced with the dull throb of satisfaction. I can breathe again, and my vision has returned. I look down at Ivan’s underwear to see a dark spot where the tip of his cock is.
Did I do this to him? Is he really turned on so much by me that he’s leaking his seed through his underwear?
I want to grab it and feel the wetness he’s produced, but he’s already ahead of me, pulling at his waistband to free the beast between his powerful thighs. His quads flex hard as he takes his cock out, throwing it against my belly like a heavy python.
I touch it, running the tips of my nails against the incredibly soft skin. I’m amazed by how thick it is. I’ve never seen someone with so much girth before, and it makes me nervous that I’m not going to be able to take all of it.
Ivan feels no such hesitation, of course. He picks it up again, slapping it against my pussy lips and sliding it around in my wetness. “I’m not going to be able to hold back once I’m inside you,” he says, swallow hard afterward. A bead of sweat falls from his face onto my skin, and he wipes it away with his large hand. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop before I cum.”
“Then don’t,” I say, feeling a new wave of excitement as I accept the risks of what we’re about to do. “Finish inside me. I’m begging you for it, Ivan.”
