Chapter 2
Anton
Ihook my arms under her thighs and lift her off the counter. She’s still shaking from the way I fucked her, skin hot, body loose and heavy against my chest. Soft where I’m not. My cum is sticky on her skin, the scent of us thick in the air.
“Shower.” The word comes out flat. I don’t wait for her to agree.
Her face is pink, flushed, lips parted as she pants, high off the orgasm that wrecked her.
I carry her across the bathroom’s cold tiles, her thighs slick with my cum, her arousal, and it hits me: two years since I’ve come that hard.
Lev was right.
I needed this, needed her. She’s all lush hips and soft flesh, fitting against me like she belongs there, but this is one time.
Can’t happen again. Fucking her again is a risk I can’t take.
My cock twitches, hard already, calling me a liar as I push the shower’s glass door open with my shoulder.
I set her down. Her feet slip on the wet tile, and she grabs my shoulders, fingers digging in like she knows I’ll hold her steady.
Her body gleams under the dim light. She fumbles for the wrong knob, reaching blindly, and I catch her wrist before she can touch it.
“Not that one,” I mutter, twisting the lever myself.
The rainforest showerhead roars to life, water slamming down like a storm, drenching us both in heat.
She gasps, head tipping back, droplets racing down her cheeks, her lips. Then she blurts, “Holy shit, is this a car wash?”
I arch a brow at her through the steam. “Car wash?” The word comes out flat, disbelieving.
“Yeah.” She blinks water from her lashes, lips twitching. “All we need is soap and one of those big spinny brushes—”
“Mary, the only thing getting spun around in here is you if you slip.”
A laugh rumbles out of me before I can stop it.
Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?
I don’t laugh.
I don’t make stupid jokes. Especially not with some clumsy woman who nearly got herself raped by her ex. This mess she’s in—it’s not my problem. But I like her here, pressed against me, all soft and vulnerable. It’s screwing with my head.
She stares up at me, surprised. Like she didn’t think I was capable of humor, too.
Her lips twitch again, and then she bites down on them, shy all of a sudden.
Water runs over her, plastering her hair flat, rinsing everything away—every trace of that bastard, every mark he left on her body. Gone. My jaw tightens. I can still see his hands on her, the same ones I crushed. Should’ve broken more than his fingers.
“God, you’re dramatic,” she murmurs.
I tilt her chin up with my thumb, forcing her eyes back to mine. “Not dramatic. Careful. Somebody has to be. Because you sure as fuck aren’t.”
Her smile wobbles, slipping at the edges. Her brows pinch, eyes glossy under the spray.
She swallows, then whispers, “Thanks for… saving me.”
It guts me harder than it should.
Blyat. I’m going soft.
Except I’m not. My cock’s hard again. A grunt rips out of me, low, rough.
I should brush it off. Tell her I only did what had to be done. Instead, I reach for the soap. Work up a lather. My hands smooth it down her shoulders, over her arms. Her skin shivers under my touch—wet, warm, too easy to want.
“You’ll need self-defense,” I mutter, more to myself than her, fingers dragging slowly over the curve of her bicep.
She lets out a cracked laugh. “Self-defense? Me? I can’t even keep a cactus alive. I’m not strong, Anton. Not like—”
Her body goes still. She stares up at me. Those hazel eyes fix on mine, wide, glistening. She looks small, caught. A little scared.
“Stop.” I grab her wrist, firm but steady, pinning it to the shower wall. “If you keep tearing yourself down, you’ll do the enemy’s work for them. You understand me? They’ll never need to break you… because you’ll have already done it yourself.”
Her lips part. A breath shudders out, then another. Tears blur with the water streaming down her cheeks, but I see them anyway. She nods, fast, like she’s agreeing just to breathe again.
Something in me twists, a sharp tug I shouldn’t feel.
I want to kiss her, claim her mouth, and it’s a fucking problem, wanting her this much. My thumb brushes her jaw, slick with soap, and I lean in. Our mouths crash together under the roar of the water, heat spilling through me.
She whimpers into me, kissing back like she doesn’t care that she’s crying, like she doesn’t care that we’re both already ruined. My hands roam over her silken skin, down her waist, dragging her closer.
Her body presses flush to mine, and she stiffens when she feels me.
Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing as she looks down at my cock.
“Oh, my God, but you just…”
A groan tears out of me, rough, guttural. I grind against her belly, steel-hard, my body betraying every lie I’ve told myself.
“You do this to me, Mary,” I say, gripping my cock, rubbing the head against her clit, slow and deliberate.
She jolts, a sharp gasp ripping out, her hips bucking, lust flashing through her trembling body. Her pussy’s slick, soaking my cock under the water, and fuck, I want to bury myself in her again.
“Spread your legs,” I demand.
“Anton…” she breathes, but it breaks off when I lean close, my lips grazing her ear.
“You think I’m done with you?” I whisper. “Mary, I haven’t even started.”
“But…”
I stroke my cock once and slide against her clit again, making her moan, “Mmmph,” her hands clutching my arms.
“Be a good girl now,” I growl, forcing my hand between her thighs. I shove a finger deep into her pussy, feel her clench tight around me, hear her gasp.
Her head tips back against the tile, steam curling around her.
Water runs over her face, dripping from her lashes.
Her lips part, chest heaving against mine, every breath shallow.
She’s pinned between the wall and my body, trying to hold it together, but she can’t—not with my hand working between her thighs, rubbing her exactly where she breaks.
“No more running,” I tell her. I shove another finger inside her, rough, deep. She gasps, nails biting into my shoulders. “No more playing small. You’ll be a good girl from now on.”
Her hips jerk against me, clenching hard around my hand. “Anton—”
“Say it.” My thumb circles her clit, steady, merciless.
“Yes,” she pants.
I curl my fingers, make her sob. “Louder.”
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” My cock throbs, heavy and aching, and I know I’m fucked.
Her body’s trembling, every muscle strung tight, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she’s about to break apart again.
I pull out slowly, watching her shiver at the loss. Then I lift my hand, wet with her, and hold it between us.
“Open,” I order.
Her lips part, hesitant, her cheeks flushing deeper under the steam. She leans in, tongue flicking my finger, then draws it into her mouth, sucking tentatively, awkward, fucking beautiful.
My cock pulses, watching my fingers disappear past her lips, her head moving gently, in and out, like she’s learning me.
“Look at you,” I say, smirking. “Learning fast. You’ll take anything I give you.”
She moans, “Mmm,” brow knitting, the sound vibrating through me, filthy and perfect.
“Good girl,” I rasp again.
Her eyes flick up, shy and bold all at once, and that look just about kills me.
My other hand cups her breast, the weight lush and full, her pink nipple stiff under my thumb. I roll it, slow at first, then pinch harder, left to right, watching her squirm.
“Fuck, Mary,” I growl. “You’re sucking my fingers like my cock.”
Her tongue swirls, clumsy but eager, and I’m losing it, my cock throbbing so hard it hurts.
I pull my fingers from her mouth, trailing spit, and crush her lips with mine, kissing her hard, sucking her bottom lip until she whimpers.
She tastes like water, sex, and need, and I’m drowning in it.
“You’re mine to teach,” I say, breaking the kiss, panting. My cock’s beyond hard, veins pulsing, balls heavy, begging for her.
I spin her around, firm enough that her palms slap against the tile. She steadies herself, back arched, water streaming down her spine. Then she does it: looks over her shoulder at me.
Her lashes are heavy, lips wet and parted, and then she drags her tongue across them slowly; nervous or teasing, I don’t fucking know. Doesn’t matter. That one little flick makes my cock ache so bad it’s almost painful.
Blyat. She doesn’t even know what that does to me.
“Stay there,” I order, gripping her hips, spreading her ass with my hands. Her skin is soft, slick, begging for me.
I line up against her, drag the head of my cock through her folds, and groan low in my chest.
“Feel how wet you are for me?” I say, teasing her entrance. “This pussy’s learning what it can do.”
“Anton…” she gasps, voice breaking, hips twitching back against me.
“That’s it,” I say, sliding into her heat inch by inch, my cock stretching her wide. “Good girl. Take me.”
She pushes her back harder into me, welcoming my cock, her pussy so fucking tight and hot it’s like a vise, squeezing me as I sink deeper.
She arches, flesh trembling under the water, and cries out, “Oh… my… God, Anton…” her voice ragged, desperate.
Fuck, I want her. Want to wreck her, own every shudder, every moan.
I thrust into her slow. Once, twice, and deeper on the third. My balls slap against her, heavy and relentless.
“Fuckkk, fuck…” she sobs.
“You’re taking it so good,” I say through clenched teeth, pounding quicker, faster, her pussy gripping me tight, so fucking good I’m fighting not to come. I grit my teeth, holding back, because this—her lush ass wobbling, her moans filling the air—feels too damn perfect to end.
Suka, I want to keep fucking her, keep feeling her clench, her body trembling against the tiles, water splashing over us.
“Want me to make you come again?” I ask, teasing, slowing my thrusts to drag it out, my cock barely moving inside her.
She answers me by nodding her head, her walls tightening around me, her pussy pulsing like she’s about to come, and I slow down more, torturing her.
She turns her head, eyes wild, pleading, “Please… Anton, I…” Her voice breaks, and she shoves her ass back and forth, desperate, her hand grabbing her own full cheek, spreading it, begging for more.
“Say it, Mary,” I say, giving her ass a light slap, then a harder one, the crack echoing.
She gasps, “Oh!” her face twisting with confusion. She loves it, wants it, and doesn’t know why.
I slap again, harder, her ass jiggling, red under the water.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, my other hand sliding to her clit, rubbing it roughly, fingers grinding fast, slick with her need.
“I… I want you to make me come,” she cries, hips bucking harder. I thrust deep, pounding her again, my fingers working her clit, fucking her until she’s screaming.
“You’re such a good girl,” I snarl.
The wet slap of our bodies echoes under the sound of the shower as I drive in, her gorgeous ass wobbling against my hips with every thrust. She moans, loud and helpless, and I grab her breasts from behind, squeezing hard, rolling her nipples until she’s crying out.
“Feel every fucking inch,” I breathe out against her neck, pounding deeper, faster, the sound of her slick pussy taking me nearly drowning out the water.
“Yes, Anton, yes…” she gasps, her voice a mix of shy submission and desperate want, trembling as she pushes back harder, taking me deeper. Her response lights a fire in my gut, her pussy clenching tighter around my cock, and fuck, she’s learning fast, giving me everything I demand.
I slam into her, over and over, until she shatters around me, pussy clenching, body convulsing in my arms. The sound of her scream is swallowed by the shower’s roar.
I curse, burying myself deep, spilling inside her, holding her to the wall like I’ll never let her fall.
Her legs give, shaking, body wrecked, but I keep her pinned, steady under the water, my cock still buried inside her. I should feel finished. Satisfied. Instead, I’m already hardening again, hunger twisting low in my belly.
Blyat. I’m fucked. Because one time was never going to be enough.