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This time I wrench it open. The landing is in front of me, the staircase leading down to the main entrance, the front door. I don’t think twice about how I’m still naked, how the house is so far from anyone who can help, how I’ll get to someone who will give me some assistance before Mikhail catches up to me. I can only think one step ahead at a time, and right now, the next step is getting down those stairs before he catches me again.
Run. Run. Run.The word throbs through my head like a pulse as I make a break for the stairs, terrified of falling, but I can’t stop now. I can hear him behind me, cursing, scrambling, his footsteps crashing towards me, but I fling myself down, running down the twisted steps with my heart in my throat, waiting for him to grab me.
Once again, I almost make it. Ten, fifteen steps at the most, before I feel his body slam into mine, throwing us both into the railing, his hands clawing at my hair. “Come here, youfucking bitch!”he snarls into my ear, his teeth sinking into it as I scream, and yet somehow the burst of fear that lances through me is mingled with a hot wave of arousal so strong that it makes me feel almost dizzy as his body presses into mine.
I want to destroy him, claw him, tear him apart–and I want to fuck him. I’d never known this wild, primal part of myself existed before Mikhail, that hatred and desire could go hand in hand, that I could want to fight and fuck at the same time, that they could feed off of each other. I want his cock in me as deeply as it can go, and I want to claw his eyes out while he comes, and somehow the two feelings are existing side by side.
“Bitch! Whore! You filthy slut–” The words tear from his lips like gunshots as we slide together down the stairs, bucking and wrestling with each other, fighting to find out who will be in the position of supremacy when we finally land on the floor. We tumble over and over each other when we reach the last few steps, and I land hard on my back next to the very last one, Mikhail’s body pinning me down.
His hand closes over my wrists, holding them together, stretching them up over my head. We’re both panting, chests heaving, and his eyes gleam with lust as he looks down at my small breasts, the skin scratched and abraded from the fight, my nipples diamond hard.
“I should have cut you to ribbons last night and let you bleed out while I fucked you,” he snarls, his hips snapping against mine as his lips curve in a cruel twist.
“Then you wouldn’t get the pleasure of doing it now,” I hiss, writhing under him as I meet his cold gaze, glare for glare. “That’s what you’re going to do now, aren’t you? Fuck me right here, so I can feel yourbig cock? You’re going to make me scream?”
“Oh,krasotka,”Mikhail purrs, his voice dropping lower as his mouth twists upwards in a grin. “I’m going to make you scream in so many different ways.”
The hand not holding my wrists reaches for the waist of his joggers, yanking them down as his knee shoves mine apart. I try to writhe out of his grasp, to keep my thighs pressed together, but it’s no use. He’s stronger than I am, and as he opens my legs, his cock springing up so stiff that it slaps against his ridged abs, I can feel the slick heat of my arousal on my inner thighs.
“You can try,” I taunt, tipping my chin up. “I think I had enough of you last night. I’ve had all I want.”
“You’re going to have so much more than that,” he growls. “And you’re going to start by learning your place,suka.”
“What’s that?” I widen my eyes innocently, my lips a thin, tight line. “Chained to your bed?”
“If I please.” His eyes narrow. “But most of all,devochka, ready for my cock whenever I need a warm hole to fill with my cum.”
His hand presses my wrists down to the floor, grinding the fine bones against the wood, his muscled body pinning me down as his hips snap forward, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance for a brief second before I’m filled entirely with his length in one hard, swift thrust.
I can’t help it. I scream in mingled pain and arousal, his almost too-big cock rubbing over flesh still sensitive from last night’s hard fucking, the only thing making it pleasurable the fact that I’m helplessly, ashamedly wet, and still full of his cum from the night before.
His hips slam against mine, hip bones and pelvis grinding down, crushing me into the floor. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t hold himself deep inside of me for a moment, doesn’t savor a single second of it. He fucks me hard, fast, furiously, driving his cock into me again and again, tearing cries and gasps from my lips with every stroke.
I don’t want to come. I don’t want to come.His lips crash down onto mine, as hard and punishing as his cock, prying my mouth open for his thrusting tongue. His body strains against mine, every inch of him taut with pleasure, and I can feel something unfurling inside of me, hot and needy and aching for the same pleasure.
“Fuck you!” I try to shout, the words muffled by his mouth, and I sink my teeth into his lower lip, smacking my forehead into his again. It sends a shockwave of pain through my already bruised flesh, but Mikhail just throws his head back, his hand still squeezing my wrists as he laughs, his cock still pumping rhythmically inside of me.
“Oh,devochka,you can’t escape.” His voice is almost sympathetic, a hint of mockery in it as he grinds his hips against mine, his pelvic bone rubbing against my clit. It sends a fresh, hot wave of pleasure through me, tightening my muscles, making that knot unfurl a little more, my release so much closer.
“I hate you, you fucking–” I grind out the words, gasping and breathless, and it takes some of the sting out of them. I buck my hips upwards, trying to dislodge him, and he laughs again as it only makes him slip deeper, snatching another gasp from my lips.
“You’re going to come for me,” he purrs, his voice rubbing over me like velvet against the pile, grating and soft all at once. “You’re going to come so hard on my cock,Natalia. And I’m going to love every fucking second of it.”
“I’m not–” The words come out on a gasp as his hips jerk again, slamming his cock deeper, and I know he’s right. I’m going to come, any second now, and I don’t think I can stop it. Anger rises up in me, a hatred so deep I hadn’t known I could feel anything like it, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m so close, on the very edge, and that every thrust of his delicious cock pushes me closer to falling over that exquisite cliff.
Him saying my name like that, like he owns it, only makes it worse.
He leans against me, grinding his cock deeper, his hot flesh rubbing over my clit, and his warm breath tickles the shell of my ear as he delivers the order.
“Come for me,kotenok.”
That word, the one he growled as he made me come with his tongue in my ass, the one I demanded he stop calling me, the one herefusesto stop using, is the thing that makes it click. It sends a shuddering wave of pleasure over me, tightening every inch of my body, the climax that it triggers brutal and wild and unescapable.
I hear myself scream with it as he slams into me again, as my body bucks up into his, and as he presses himself against me I sink my teeth into his shoulder, not caring if I hurt him or not. There’s a wild pleasure in it, that not caring, and I taste the sharp copper of his blood on my tongue as he slams into me once more, his entire body stiffening as he lets out a guttural sound of pain mixed with pleasure.
I feel him swell inside of me, the first hot rush of his cum as he starts to orgasm, and I have a strange sense of satisfied victory that I’ve done the same thing to him, wrenched his pleasure out of him as I hurt him.
I’m still shuddering from my own climax, but as he bucks against me, groaning, I know this is my chance. I can see the front door, feet away from where we’re laying, and in this moment I know he’s lost in his own pleasure, distracted by the force of the climax shuddering through him.
