60. Thea

60

Thea

K yril went to stand, but I reached out for his hand and yanked him back down. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, kotenok. I want you, but I won’t take what’s not freely given.” The way he phrased it, along with the dark shadows in his eyes, told me something unpleasant had happened to him. But I didn’t pry.

We were both victims of fucked-up families. No doubt a therapist could write endless books on our trauma.

“I do want this,” I admitted, still holding his hand, even though it scared me to admit my feelings. “I’m just not good at shit like this.” Not good, being a massive understatement. Slugs were better at expressing themselves than me.

The sheet slid down, revealing my tits. Kyril looked down for a moment, but didn’t make a move to get back into bed with me, which told me I’d blown it. Possibly for good, although I doubted it.

Maybe we both needed some time. My head was a mess. I wasn’t sure whether Kyril knew about Landon and me. Whatever that was.

Before I could say something to that effect, he stood and kicked off his pants again. The condom remained still in place, his dick hard. He moved over me and used his thigh to part my legs. Resting his weight on his forearms, he stared into my eyes.

“I’m not much good at this either. I usually prefer to keep things simple.”

“Is this just sex?” If that’s all he wanted, it was probably a good thing. Given I was leaving soon.

“No, kotenok, it’s not just sex .” He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine before tugging the sheet back and sitting on his haunches. I tried not to look down at his cock jutting out from his body.

I quivered when he stroked the soft skin of my thighs. Silvery scars covered my legs. But he didn’t seem to care.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, tracing a line upwards. My pussy wept with anticipation. I felt certain there had to be a giant wet patch on the sheet, which was embarrassing.

When his fingers brushed over my sensitive clit, I bit my lip in my effort to stay quiet. The bastard smiled smugly before pushing my legs wider apart and settling between them.

“Last chance, kotenok. If you don’t want my cock inside you, tell me, because I can’t wait any longer.” The heat of him set my blood on fire. His bulky body hovering over me should have felt intimidating, but it didn’t.

I could feel his blunt crown notching at my entrance while he stared into my eyes, waiting for a response. There was still a part of me that worried this was all a mistake, but I shoved that stupid bitch down into a box, locked it, and threw away the key. She could do one.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered, needing to feel him stretch me.

He muttered something incomprehensible in Russian and pushed inside me with a low groan. It felt…intimate. Nothing like when we fucked in the woods. That was a feral coming together, a claiming.

Kyril had behaved like a wild animal that night, and if I was being totally honest, I’d completely got off on the violence.

Something in him called to the darker side of me. He was nothing like Landon with his easy-going charm and quick smiles. Kyril was a dark storm of repressed rage, a Cat-5 hurricane looming large on the horizon, ready to raze me to the ground.

This version of Kyril was no less passionate, but definitely more muted. It was as if he was trying to be gentle. Trying not to spook me. I liked it, but I also wanted the real him. Not a fake version he thought I’d find more acceptable.

“I want you to fuck me,” I growled as he moved inside me slowly, taking his time.

“ Kotenok,” he murmured, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not made of glass, Kyril!” My nails raked down his back as I bared my teeth. If I wanted sweet, I’d turn to Landon.

Kyril’s eyes darkened, and his cock thickened. Was the idea of skirting the boundary between pleasure and pain a turn on? I suspected it might be. It was something else we shared, although I wasn’t about to admit it. Hell, I barely admitted it to myself.

“You need it harder, kotenok?” he purred. “Hard enough to hurt?”

I nodded. Good . He was finally getting it. Quick as a flash, he pulled out and flipped me over, pulling me up on to my knees. Then he rammed back inside me so hard I saw stars. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, and the other squeezed my breast, making me yelp.

“Is this how you like it?” With each forceful thrust, I moaned. It felt like he was so deep I’d be tasting him in my throat. I wondered what it would be like if Landon was here, fucking my mouth while Kyril took my pussy.

“You love it, don’t you,” he groaned, feeling my pussy clench around him.

“Yes,” I gasped before he shoved my face into the mattress and twisted my nipple so hard I cried out in pain. But it felt amazing, the kind of pain I liked.

Was I broken? Surely it wasn’t normal to enjoy being hurt like this. I should probably refer myself for counseling. Or something.

“That’s it, take my cock,” Kyril snarled, his thrusting growing more erratic.

I was so close, teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. All it took was his fingers on my clit to push me over the edge, and I fell into a well of endless pleasure. The room faded as my body shattered.

Kyril followed me a few moments later, his huge body shuddering as he came and then collapsed on top of me. We stayed locked together until I elbowed him in the ribs to let him know he was suffocating me.

He quickly rolled away and disposed of the condom, leaving me lying on the bed, boneless and ready for a nap. Jesus. If I felt like this every time I had sex, I would literally get nothing done.

Sex and sleep, food, sex and sleep. How did people cope?

The mattress dipped again as Kyril returned from the bathroom. My eyes stayed closed. This was when he’d leave. I was OK with that. He didn’t need to hang around.

But instead of getting dressed and leaving, he crawled up the bed and pulled the covers over both of us. One arm snaked over my waist and a hand cupped my breast possessively. His cock was still semi-hard, but he did nothing about it.

I heard him murmur a few words in Russian, something like “ Ty moya,” but I didn’t bother asking him what it meant. Instead, I fell back to sleep, my body sated and my mind quiet for once.

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