Chapter 18 Kateřina #2
I should look away. I should pull back. But all I do is stare, my breath shallow.
His eyes flick up to mine again, and for a moment, neither of us moves. Then, with excruciating slowness, he releases my foot and shifts forward, closing the space between us inch by inch.
“You’re blushing,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
“No, I’m not!”
His smirk deepens. “Don’t lie to me, little rose.”
Before I can protest, his fingers skim up my leg, tracing the path along my thigh. By the time his hand reaches my waist, I’m trembling—whether from fear or something else entirely, I don’t know.
“I will protect you with my life,” he growls quietly, his eyes locked on mine.
“Why?”
“Because—”
“I’m yours,” I interrupt him. I don’t mean it. I simply completed the sentence I knew he was about to say.
I know what I just did. I just gave him permission to do whatever he wants to me. I just surrendered myself to him completely, and there’s no way to undo it, no way to escape. I’ve offered him myself, and now I am nothing but his to destroy.
His eyes roam over my face, scanning and observing. Slowly, he slides his hands over my collarbone, carefully tracing down my already slightly unbuttoned shirt.
He leans in closer. “Repeat it,” he whispers, his breath pounding against my lips.
I don’t. I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t push him away.
I should. But when his fingers tilt my chin up, and his lips hover just a breath away from mine, my resolve shatters.
He takes off my shirt and shorts, leaving me bare beneath his gaze. I can’t resist mirroring him. With hesitant fingers, I fumble at his buttons, my movements shaky and a bit awkward.
“You are mine,” he growls.
I nod. “I am yours.”
Now I mean it.
And then he kisses me.
It’s not soft or hesitant. It’s violent, like he’s devouring something he already owns. He pushes me onto the bed without breaking our kiss, sliding between my legs as I kiss him back with equal fervor.
A soft moan escapes me as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. His hands grip my thighs rougher, pulling them around him.
What am I doing? Why am I naked, kissing my killer captor? And why do I enjoy it? More than I thought I would. More than I should.
He tangles his fingers through my long hair and grips it tightly. “Take off my pants.”
Unable to break away from his imposing gaze, I reach for his leather belt, my fingers brushing against his skin. I undo it slowly, and before I can finish, he yanks it off himself. My breath catches as I unzip his pants, pushing them down, my hands more eager by the second.
His hard cock brushes against my already wet slit, causing a groan of satisfaction from both of us.
He grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. “It’s not going to be easy, little rose,” he grunts in between our fervent kisses. I wrap my legs around his waist until his body crushes against mine.
“Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you,” he whispers as the tip of his cock brushes my entrance.
“I want to feel you deep inside of me.”
He licks my neck, trailing soft kisses lower as he sucks gently on my collarbone.
He looks at me. “Now show me how roughly you want me to fuck you.”
Oh God. I feel so embarrassed right now. I don’t do dirty-talking; this is not me. I pause for a moment, locking my gaze with his.
Then, I take his hand and gently place it over my mouth. That’s it. I just completely submitted myself to him.
A wide, sinister smirk of pleasure spreads across his well-shaped lips.
“On all fours. Now.”
He pulls back, and I obey without question. I grip the fabric headboard, my back arching as I wait, trembling with anticipation.
His hands glide slowly over my hips, and I feel his admiring eyes roam over my body. He leans in, brushing his lips over the shell of my ear, his cock on my slit again.
“You are so fucking perfect, Kate?ina,” he praises, slowly pushing his hard length inside me, each inch making my core pulsate around him.
“Everything about you is perfect,” he whispers, entering his fingers inside my mouth while he moves his waist slowly back and forth.
“Your warmth, your scent.” I suck his fingers.
“Your sweet moans,” he hisses. “You have no idea what you gave me permission to do,” he whispers, making my shivers intensify. “I will fuck you like you’re my whore.”
My breath hitches. I’m scared, but I’m even more eager for him.
He holds my hips tightly and thrusts violently inside me, forcing a loud gasp from my lips.
“Ah!” He’s so big!
He leans in again, grips my jawline, and pulls my head back.
“Do not make a sound tonight,” he growls in my ear as his big cock violently rams my pussy. I don’t make a sound, choking back the pain.
“Good girl.”
He slams my upper body against the bed and shackles my hands behind my back with one hand, while his other hand clamps around the nape of my neck. He’s brutal.
“That’s it! Take every inch in this tight little pussy of yours.”
He presses my waist to arch it further, getting his cock even deeper inside me. I like it. I want more. I need more.
I arch my waist further, giving him more access, my slit slamming against him with each thrust. Then, he slows down, circling his waist, stroking my walls perfectly, eliciting a louder moan from me.
He releases my hands and pulls me to stand on my knees until my back slams into his firm torso. I know I’m under his control. He’s pulling the strings, but I don’t mind it; I don’t want to resist. I like it. I want to be his.
His one hand grabs my throat, keeping me close to him, and the other sinks lower and slowly rubs my clit. God, that hits the spot.
“It feels so good that I’m finally inside you,” he whispers in my ear. “The way your tight pussy sucks me deeper is to die for.”
My waist follows the rhythm of his hand, desperate for more, surrendering without thought.
The climax builds so effortlessly that I barely notice how close I already am.
“Cain, I … “ I pant. “I’m close.”
Instantly, he pushes me onto the bed and turns me around to face him. He slides between my legs again and shoves deep inside me.
“Eyes on me.” I can hear his teeth gritting as he grips my throat. “Look at me as you soak my cock with your delicious juices.”
He stays close, his skin teasing my clit as he arches his hips and sinks deeper inside me.
My legs shake from pleasure, and my eyes roll back.
“Y…Yours!” The words leave my lips before I can hold them.
He thrusts harder.
“Mine!” he growls.
“I’m coming!”
Harder.
“Mine!”
Yes! Harder …
“All mine!”