Chapter 2 #6
I gather the slickness and work it back to her clit before using the heel of my palm to rub her hard and fast. She bears it all in silence, even when she comes.
I watch her pussy spasm as she tries to hide her orgasm from me.
But I know how she looks when she comes, how her stomach convulses and her thighs shake.
Seeing her trussed up and coming for me is the end of my limits.
Lust blinds me. My cock throbs with a painful need for release.
I stretch her open with my hands on her cheeks and enter her with a single thrust. She arches her back when my groin hits her ass.
Despite her promise not to make a sound, a gasp falls from her lips.
She feels so damn good. So hot. Tight. Nothing compared to my fist. Nothing like jacking off in the shower for five years.
My vision frays around the edges when I start pumping. She urges me on, pushing back against my thrusts and baiting me to take her harder. So I do. I slap my groin against her ass and wait for a no that never comes.
I know I’m fucking her too hard. I’m half hoping and half praying for that no to pull me out of the frenzy that’s taken a hold of me, but it’s been too long.
I’m a starving beast set free in a cage with a prey tied up as bait, a beast fucking like the animal it is. Fucking her raw. And I can’t stop.
Finally, her silence gets through to me. She’s taking my brutal punches stoically. I slide my hands up her sides, grabbing fistfuls of her T-shirt.
She goes rigid, her inner muscles clenching hard on my cock and trapping me inside her. “No.”
I freeze.
“The T-shirt stays on.”
It’s not as if I haven’t seen her naked, but I don’t pause to examine the request. Maybe it’s a punishment.
She has gorgeous tits—plump and round. She knows I love them, like to suck her nipples into my mouth.
So I settle for sliding my hands under the fabric to cup those curves, to splay my fingers and feel those hard nipples brush forward and backward over my flat, open palms as my thrusts sway her tits.
I pinch her nipples when I come, pleasure pulling my body taut, and still she doesn’t utter a sound.
Not a chirp. Not even when I finish inside her and fall over her with my cock buried to the hilt in her soft, trembling flesh, trapping her bound arms between us.
She lets me catch my breath while I stroke her flat stomach with one hand and spank her clit with the fingers of the other pressed together until she comes again with me inside her.
She even lets me watch my seed spill from her pummeled pussy as I pull out.
I stand back and take us in. I’ve fucked her like a savage.
I haven’t even taken the time to remove my clothes.
I tuck my cock back into my briefs and adjust my pants.
After taking off my torn shirt, I use it to wipe the cum from her thighs.
Then I untie the belt and rub her arms to get her blood circulation going.
She straightens on wobbly legs, holding up a hand when I reach out to help her. Still, she doesn’t look at me.
“Tatiana.”
She walks to the bedroom like a woman who’s been well-fucked, taking small, careful steps.
Respecting her request for space, I give her a moment to gather herself while I freshen up in the guest toilet.
When I walk into the bedroom, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall.
I expected her to jump into the shower and wash me off of her, but she’s still wearing her T-shirt.
My gaze is drawn to where she absentmindedly rubs the red welts on her wrists.
I go over to the kitchenette in the corner and make a cup of tea with three spoons of sugar, which I put in her hand. “Here. Drink this.”
She wraps her hands around the cup, soaking up the warmth. When I turn for the bathroom to run her a bath, she speaks.
“I need the morning-after pill. I’m not on birth control.”
The statement stops me in my tracks. When I took her virginity, she also mentioned protection. I told her I wanted nothing between us for our first time. Or any other time, for that matter. I could tell she liked that statement.
Fucking her bare was a risk, one I take full responsibility for.
I was an adult. She was young and inexperienced.
Young people of that age sometimes take stupid risks when lust overrules common sense and every fuck is a moment of forbidden pleasure…
a few minutes of stolen ecstasy. And God knows, Tatiana was forbidden in every way.
What I took from her was meant for someone else. What I stole from another man could’ve meant my death sentence. I knew all of that when I pinned her beneath me and tore through her hymen with my cock. She had no idea what I was doing, no inkling just how dangerous the game we were playing was.
Afterward, when it was over and I was driving her home with soaked, bloodstained panties and an aching tenderness between her legs, she asked me what we’d do if she got pregnant. I kissed her and told her we’d handle it, and from the smile splitting her face, I could tell she liked that too.
Her words pull me back to the present. “I made it easy for you, didn’t I?”
I look at her.
“Back then.” She rocks herself. “You must’ve laughed at me behind my back.”
“You made nothing easy for me. You made me work so damn hard for it too. By the time you finally let me into your body, you had me on my knees.”
“I meant my family. You used me to find out when they’d be at their most vulnerable, the least protected.”
I curl my fingers into fists as the accusation settles between us. I’ve never lied to Tatiana. Not once. I didn’t tell her everything, but I didn’t tell her one single untruth. I’m not going to do that to her now.
“I see.” She nods. “Of everything you did between using me and making me believe you gave a damn, that was the cruelest, putting their deaths on me.”
I stalk back and stop in front of her. “Those deaths are on me. You had nothing to do with that, do you hear me?”
She wipes at a stray tear that runs over her cheek and carries on as if she hasn’t heard me. “If that’s how much you hate us, why is my brother still alive?”
At the mention of that son of a bitch, I clench my fists harder. “I don’t hate you.”
The wan smile that curves her lips says I have a strange way of showing it. “Well, you got what you wanted, so give me the papers to sign so that I can get the hell out of here.”
“My lawyer will have everything ready in New York.”
“I’m not going back there, so tell him to send it here.”
I don’t reply because she’s upset enough as it is.
Caution creeps into those big, jade-colored eyes. “We had a deal, Dante.”
“I never accepted it.”
She gets to her feet, clutching the cup in a white-knuckled grip. “You fucked me.”
“That’s on you, darling. I guess you gave that one away for free.”
Lifting the cup, she chucks the content at me. Scalding hot tea hits my chest.
She points at an open drawer where her T-shirts are packed. “Why did you bring all our stuff here, huh?” She drops the cup and charges me. “What game are you playing this time, Dante?” Slapping and scratching, she goes for my face. “This is my fucking life, mine and my child’s.”
I catch her wrists before she can do damage. “You’re wrought out and tired. You need a warm bath and to go to bed.”
“Don’t fucking patronize me.” She hisses. “Don’t you dare treat me like a child.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Then stop playing games and tell me why you moved our things in here.”
“Because your door is broken.” That’s all I give her for now. “You don’t want anything to be stolen.”
Just like that, the strength leaves her body. She sags in my hold. “The landlord—”
“I already instructed my men to fix the door tomorrow. I’ll pay for the damage. Now, come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. You’ll sleep better after a relaxing bath.”
She wrestles to free herself and fights me until I let her go.
I raise my hands, showing her I’m not going to force her.
She doesn’t move.
I make another cup of tea while keeping one eye on her, taking care to make it less hot. This time, she drinks the sweet tea without arguing. When I take the empty cup from her, she turns and walks to the bathroom without a word or a backward glance.
“Tatiana.”
She pauses on the threshold.
Any fool can see she’s shaken up. “If you let me, I can take care of you.”
She flips me off, goes into the bathroom, and shuts the door. A click announces she’s turned the lock. A moment later, the water in the shower comes on.
I let her get away for now. With everything I’m about to put her through, she’ll have more than enough to deal with later.