Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He slid his fingers between my pussy lips and stroked my clit. Then he took his hand away and turned me around, flattening my hands against the wall.
“Say it,” he purred in my ear. “Say you want me. Say you liked choking on my cock.”
“Never.” Just because I couldn’t deny what my body wanted didn’t mean I had to confirm it for him either.
“Say it…or I’ll make you say it.” He pressed his chest to my back and before I even understood what he was doing, his hand was at my hip, pulling me back just enough so he could slide deep inside of me.
Once again, fucking me from behind, like an animal. Primal. Raw.
Still tender from earlier, my traitorous body responded to the pleasurable pain of his thrust.
“Say it.”
The command was a growl, rough and low, vibrating through my bones as he pulled out with aching slowness, only to thrust back in, stretching me all over again.
I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my voice.
This was torture.
The sweetest fucking torture.
His thrusts were deliberate, controlled, his cock dragging over every sensitive inch of me, pushing against the spot that blurred my vision, but never giving me enough.
“All you have to do,” he murmured, “is admit that you want me. That you don’t regret fucking me on that train.”
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he drove deeper, making me feel every inch of him. “And if you say it, I’ll give you everything.”
A sharp snap of his hips punctuated the promise.
I clenched around him involuntarily.
His chuckle was wicked, knowing.
“I will fuck you so hard and fast you’ll come with a scream,” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, cruel. “And then I’ll fill up this tight cunt with my come.”
Heat flooded through me. My breath stuttered as his hand slid around me, fingers closing over my breast, teasing the hardened peak before pinching hard. Pain and pleasure seared through me, colliding, sharpening, every nerve in my body lighting up.
Still, I stayed silent.
But my body?
My body betrayed me.
My back arched deeper, my legs spread wider, giving him everything without my saying a word.
“You want me to make you beg?” His voice was filled with dark amusement, his fingers sliding lower, teasing, brushing over my clit so lightly that my entire body shuddered with need.
My thighs trembled. My pussy clenched around his cock, trying to draw him deeper.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice thick with hunger. “You hate how much you want this.”
His fingers brushed my clit again, barely a ghost of pressure, just enough that I gasped, just enough to coil the tension tighter in my core.
“Tell me the truth and I’ll reward you.” His teeth scraped the shell of my ear.
“If I don’t?” I asked, daring him to take this even further. Testing my own boundaries.
He pulled back a bit, to torture me.
“If not, I’ll punish you.” A slow, measured thrust. “I won’t let you come.”
Another thrust. My fingers curled against the marble, my legs threatening to give out.
“I will spend hours touching you, stretching you, until your legs are shaking, until your pussy is weeping, but I will refuse to give you what you need.”
A helpless whimper slipped from my lips.
Fuck.
He meant it.
He fucking meant it.
And I couldn’t take that. I needed him to satisfy me now.
He was still fucking me, but just barely.
Shallow thrusts. Perfect, agonizing pressure against my G-spot, but not enough.
He was playing with me.
Breaking me down.
I pushed against him, trying to take what I needed, but he only pulled back, keeping it just out of reach. The pressure inside me built higher, unbearable, searing. My nails clawed at the marble, my breath ragged.
I needed it.
I needed him.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Kostya. Fuck me.”
His grip on my hair tightened, fingers threading through the damp strands, yanking my head back until I was arching for him.
A low, pleased purr rumbled from his chest.
“Good girl.”
CHAPTER 22
KOSTYA
Her body clenched around me, a tight, desperate vice, and my vision whited out.
I thrust into her harder, deeper, chasing something that had always been inevitable.
Thank fuck she broke for me.
She said what I needed to hear not because I didn’t already know.
I had always known.
Her body had told me in a thousand ways—every gasping breath, every slow, aching roll of her hips, every slick, trembling inch of her yielding beneath my touch.
She had always been mine, long before she understood it herself.
What mattered was that she understood it now.
That she accepted it.
That she stopped fighting the truth she had been running from for years.
No more shame.
No more hesitation.
No more pretending she could fight this, that she could escape me, that she could deny what had always belonged to us.
I had spent too long fighting this, shoving my desires into the coldest, deepest part of myself and locking them away, convincing myself that resisting her was the right thing to do. That keeping my hands off her, even when she was the only thing I ever fucking wanted, made me a good man. That ignoring this hunger would absolve me of my sins.