10. Erik #2
I silence her with a hand over her mouth. “Tell me. Say the words.”Her body arches into mine as I continue, “Say you want my cock, Katarina. That you need it buried deep inside you.”
She writhes under my touch, her pants a whisper of a plea. “I want it. Please, Erik, I need?—”
“You need my cock?” My thumb finds her clit, rubbing firmly. “Say it.”
Her hips buck off the bench. “Yes, your cock. Please, Erik, I need it. I need you.”
I grin, my own need almost overwhelming. “Then look into my eyes in the mirror while I fill that greedy cunt.”
Her beautiful eyes snap up to meet mine, and I thrust into her, not gently, not slow, claiming her with a growl of possession.
She cries out, her body arching to meet mine.
Her warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, the world stops spinning.
This is where I belong—right here, buried deep inside her.
But the moment passes, and I start to move, driven by a need to stake my claim. To brand her as mine. With every thrust, I remind her who's in control.
“That's it, kiska , look at me.” I grip her hair, forcing her eyes to meet mine. Satisfaction coils in my gut as I see the raw need burning in her gaze. She's close, so damn close.
“You want to come, don't you? My little captive wants to climax around my cock.” I thrust deep, relishing the way her pussy clenches around me. “Look at me when you come, Katarina.”
Her eyes squeeze shut as her walls tighten around me. “No... I won't?—”
But her words fall away as I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit. I circle firmly, rubbing her swollen little bud as I bury my cock into her again and again. Her head falls back, her neck exposed.
I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “I didn't give you permission to close your eyes. You keep them on me while you come, understand?”My thumb continues its relentless assault on her clit as my cock pounds into her relentlessly. “Or do you need more encouragement?”
Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she nods frantically. “Please, Erik, more, I need?—”
I bite her earlobe, the soft flesh between my teeth. “More of what? My cock? My thumb?” I nip at her skin. “Or do you need something else?”
“Harder, please.” Her hands grip my arms, digging into my skin as she meets my thrusts. “I need it harder, Erik.”
I grin, my own need rising with every second. “Gladly, kiska .”
I tighten my grip on her hair, tugging her head back and exposing the graceful line of her throat. My lips trail down, tasting the salty skin of her neck as my thumb and cock continue their relentless rhythm.
“Oh, God, Erik.” Her walls flutter around me. “I'm close, so close?—”
I keep working her clit, thrusting harder. “Look at me, Katarina. I want to see your face when you come on my cock.”
Her eyes snap open, flooding with both need and humiliation. “Erik?—”
I nip at her throat, my teeth grazing her delicate skin. “Come for me, baby . Let me feel that gorgeous pussy clench down on my cock.”
With a cry, she reaches the peak, her inner walls clenching my shaft as she falls apart around me. Her pussy pulses and squeezes as her climax overtakes her. But I don't stop, continuing to thrust as her cries echo off the walls.
Her walls are rippling around me, her body soft and pliant in the aftermath of her release, but I'm not done. Not even close. With a rough tug on her hair, I pull her up, positioning her on her knees in front of the mirror.
I lift her from the bench, her legs wrapping around my waist as our lips crash together in a desperate kiss. Her taste, her feel, consumes me, and I slam her back down on the bench, thrusting back inside her in one swift motion.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, marking my skin as I start to move, each thrust demanding, possessive.
“I need you so fucking much.” My voice is rough as I snap my hips, driving into her. Her nails scrape down my back, leaving trails of fire across my skin.
Her head falls back, baring her neck, and I can't resist. My lips find her throat, sucking gently at first, then harder, marking her. Her pulse beats frantically beneath my lips, her breath coming in harsh pants.
“You like that, don't you,?” I thrust harder, relishing the way her pussy clenches around me. “Like it when I leave my mark on you so that everyone can see that you're mine.”
Her eyes snap open, and she laces her fingers with my hands, squeezing her eyes shut. “Erik, I?—”
“Look at me.” The command snaps out before I can stop it. I need to see her eyes as her walls tighten around me, feel her submission at that moment. “I want to see the exact moment you fall apart on my cock.”
My hand finds her throat, thumb brushing the delicate skin beneath her jaw. A soft moan escapes her as my fingers wrap around her neck, squeezing just enough. Her eyes go wide at the dominant move, but her hips rock back to meet my thrusts.
She likes this. Needs it, even. Each time I flex my fingers, she presses back harder, our bodies moving in perfect sync. My grip tightens fractionally, cutting off her oxygen supply to heighten her pleasure. Her breath comes in short gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I bend down to nip at her earlobe. “You like it when I dominate you.”
Her body arches into mine, a soft whimper escaping her throat as my other hand finds her clit, my thumb rubbing circles. I thrust harder, each movement demanding, relentless. She's so wet, her body begging for release, the slickness coating my cock as I pound into her.
She's getting close. I can feel it. Each squeeze of her inner walls, each cry that falls from her lips, drives me closer to the edge. But I want to send her over first, feel her shatter around me again. My thumb presses harder, circling firmly as I continue to thrust.
Her breath comes in short, sharp pants, her body arching off the bed. “Erik, please, I'm—Ohh!”
I bite her earlobe as her body goes rigid, a cry caught in her throat. I don't stop, continuing to work her clit as my cock pounds into her. A soft keening escapes her throat, high and desperate, as she falls apart in my arms.
But she drags me right over the edge with her. I groan, my entire body tensing as I spill myself into her, thrusting once, twice more before going still.
For a moment, all I can hear is our harsh panting, our hearts pounding in sync. I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, feeling her shudder beneath me as I catch my breath.
Slowly, I withdraw, reaching for the box of wipes nearby. She flinches as I clean her, her body hypersensitive after her release. I pause, taking in the sight of her—hair wild, chest rising and falling rapidly, skin flushed with pleasure.
My cock twitches at the sight, already eager for more. I pull up my shorts, knowing I need to leave and get a grip on my desire. But damn, it's harder than hell to walk away.
I look at her, gaze raking over her beautiful, disheveled form. She's utterly spent, her body lax against the bench, eyes closed. But her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breathing not yet returned to normal.
A part of me wants to reach out, smooth the hair back from her face, and pull her close. To feel her soft curves pressed against me and listen to the sound of her heartbeat slowly returning to its natural rhythm.
But this is dangerous territory, one I have no business straying into. She's a captive, an enemy, and I'm her captor. It's a line I never should have crossed.
“Get some rest.” My voice is rough as I brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek.
She turns her face away, and something tightens in my chest. I force myself to turn and head for the door, hating the distance that's suddenly sprung up between us.
I slip out, closing the door softly behind me. The cold corridor hits me like a slap, bringing me back to reality. I need to get a grip on myself and remember what—who—she is.
Lebedev.
Enemy.
Captive.
Taking a deep breath, I force my body to relax, my cock to calm. I have a job to do here, a role to play, and I can't let my attraction to her, my need for her, cloud my judgment. My brothers are counting on me to keep her in line, and that's exactly what I'll do.