Chapter 12 Constance #2
Before I can take another breath, he pulls me against him, one powerful arm clamping around my waist. His heat burns through my thin jacket.
“Do I look like I give a fuck about her, Pechenye? And Nadya and Dimitri aren’t side pieces…
just you. Zhey are mine,” he whispers, and my breath catches.
My heart starts to hammer against my ribs, and I hate how excited I am to hear that rough possessiveness in his tone. I hate that this is what I crave.
I push back hard against his chest, trying to separate our bodies just enough but he doesn’t budge.
“What is the difference between Alik and Dimitri and Nadya?” I challenge him, my voice shaking with adrenaline.
“More zhan comparing zhem to him… I see it as him to me.”
“Oh, are there similarities?” I cock my head and he snorts.
“Da Pechenye. You look at him… how you look at me.” He smirks, expression unreadable, and that takes me aback.
I… I do? “But I’m selfish, Pechenye… I only vant you to touch vho I vant you to touch.
And fuck vho I vant you to fuck.” I let the raw desire hang in the humid air, growing dizzy at the exclamation.
My pussy quivers at the sheer thought of it, cream pooling in my panties.
“D-does the same go for me to you?” I challenge and he hums low, but I feel it reverb everywhere.
“Da,” he murmurs low, leaning into me, brushing a kiss over my neck.
“I only fuck vho my people vant me to fuck… if you vant to vatch me fuck Nadya, I vill…” he grumbles, squeezing my ass, eliciting a moan.
“If you vant me to wrap my tongue around Dimitri’s dick…
say ze vord. Same for zhem… if zhey vant it, I’ll rut you so fucking hard you’ll p—” I place my hands on his mouth, quieting him, my pussy practically weeping at the disgusting thoughts flooding my head.
My heart is beating so fast it’s giving me a headache… when did I get like this? When did I start becoming so depraved?
I try to pull away needing some air…
“Th-then we’re r-right back to where we started.
I…I’m not interested in anything serious.
” My voice quivers as the intensity of the fight in me rages.
“I don’t do attachments,” I voice low, and it’s the truth…
if I wanted attachments I wouldn’t have flown here.
I just wanted to be fucked and forgotten, but he watches me with those harsh eyes.
“And I don’t do denial, Pechenye,” he fires back, grabbing my hand before he slowly and gently pulls off my gloves, kissing each finger until he gets to the left ring finger and slurps it into his mouth, sucking it hard.
“Ughnnn!” I stagger, knees going weak as he catches me, my pussy throbbing as he continues swirling his tongue around it, teeth grazing my knuckle before he places it all the way in his mouth, no gag reflex. He then bites hard enough to leave a mark. “M-Misha… ugn,” I pant and he smirks.
“Are you really satisfied vit just a piece of zhis dick?” he murmurs, taking my hand and guiding it lower until I feel his dick, hard, throbbing, bulging, and massive.
“Because I can tell you right now Pechenye, I’m novhere near satisfied vit digging zhat pussy out,” he groans, eyes darkening. “And neizher are zhey.”
A shiver rockets through me. I want more…
so much more. Even if it’s just for a little while longer…
I want to be devoured by this man I want to be fucked by Dimitri and used however Nadya wants me…
I feel so dirty thinking that but I do… I really fucking just want to let go and the only time I’ve had that freedom is in their arms.
“B-but… m-my past is a mess. I… I h-have so-someone who m-makes my life hell… he’s obsessive a-and dangerous.
And every time, every single time I try to build even a c-close relationship, he finds a way to ruin it,” I admit, thinking about how I’ve had to live my life shut away, afraid of connections because of him.
“H-he even hurt Pyper and Alik… I c—” He reaches out, not to pull me this time, but to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing my jawline.
“And is zhat supposed to scare me?”
“I- I can be trouble,” I warn him, and he chuckles.
“I like trouble,” he murmurs, dragging me against his chest, causing my nipples to harden and my thighs to clench so hard I feel it in my toes. There’s a throb low in my belly, pulsing like a second heartbeat.
I want to say something witty in response, but all I can manage is a shaky breath and a weak little smirk that doesn’t hide the way I’m trembling.
Fuck, fuck, fuck… Connie, stick to the plan! You said you were done! You sa—
“Pechenye … you’ve been driving me crazy since I saw you kneeling…” he shudders.
God! His voice is so deep I feel it buzz straight through my pussy like an earthquake as his hand fists in my hair, and the angle of my neck has me gasping softly before we even kiss.
“O-oh… h-how so?” I sputter.
“You make me… forget myself,” he reveals, and I can’t take it, because he does the same for me…
“Then I guess we should forg—” I barely finish the word before his lips are on mine “Ughhhnnn!” I moan as he scoops me up and his tongue slides into my mouth, bodies pressing closer.
The heat radiating off him is unreal, like standing too close to a fire, but leaning into it anyway.
He’s all muscle and tension, grinding against me like he needs the friction to stay sane.
I wrap my legs around his hips without thinking.
My coat falls open, and the cold rush of air against my skin only makes his heat even stronger.
My sore pussy clenches for him, wet just from having his lips on mine.
Just from his hard dick grinding and doing dangerous things to me.
“Fuck, Pechenye,” he groans, devouring me like he’s starving.
“M-Mis— Ugnnn!” I arch against him as he grinds harder, sucking my tongue into his mouth, holding me so tight it feels like he’s trying to make me a part of him. “MISHA!” I moan when his teeth graze my neck, and my whole body shivers like it’s been struck.
My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing everything, desperate. My panties are a lost cause, catching fire as they always fucking do in the presence of this man.
He growls, low and guttural, against my skin, squeezing my ass, massaging my pussy through my jeans, making me shudder.
My pussy pulses and clenches so fucking tight I swear to God it’s begging for him.
“Ugnnnn! Fuck,” I whisper, dizzy, more drunk on him than the shots I was chugging earlier.
He pulls back only slightly, breath ragged, lips glistening, eyes wild.
“You’re already shaking for me, Pechenye,” he says, voice low like he’s proud of it.
“I… I want you,” I whine, running my tongue over his neck, making him grit his teeth.
“FUCK!” he pants, swiping all the books and shit from the table next to us before he lays me down, my heart pounding as my hips shamelessly grind, rocking like they’ve got a mind of their own.
“I crave you,” he snarls, yanking off my shirt, immediately taking my titties into his huge hands, sucking my nipples, making my back arch and pull his head closer.
“MORE, MISHA! MORE!” I cry out with desire, shaking with a burning need for this man that’s eating me alive. Unconsciously, I reach out, and I go stiff, shocked when I come up empty-handed, and he cages me in, chuckling.
“I see you’re greedy today as vell, huh?
” he grins devilishly, kissing down my body.
“You vant zhem too?” he chuckles, and I blush, pussy clenching as I turn my eyes away, embarrassed.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Pechenye, I like it…
I like you vanting zhem…” He pops the buttons on my jeans and I swear it’s like I can feel my heart skip with each motion.
“I…” God, what am I even trying to say right now?
Why am I this messed up about these people?
Why does my plan always seem to fly out the window when this man comes into the picture, killing my resolve?
When he snatches off my jeans and panties, spreading my legs over his wide shoulders, I quiver at the sight.
Shit! I bite my lip, holding in a whimper.
“You vhat?” He places a kiss on my wetness, humming gently, running his lips along it while watching my eyes.
“I… I d-don’t understand w-why I’m l-like this.
Th-this i-isn’t no-normal,” I pant, struck with lightning as he lifts me up, “HHHOOOLLLYYYY FFFUUUUCKKKKKK UUUUGGGGGNNNNN!” I wheeze as he glides his tongue all the way, starting from my asshole, swirling it around to my pussy hole, growling, sucking hard as fuck, not only my clit but my hole itself.
“Fuck normal, Pechenye,” he hums against me. “Normal is boring… normal doesn’t get your pussy ate by a stranger in greenhouse. Normal doesn’t get you fucked and sucked by ze people who desire you… normal doesn’t get you me.”
His words strike a chord in me. Normal doesn’t get me him…
It’s like he’s saying that Dimitri and Nadya come with him, and if I reject them, I lose him.
I don’t know why in my fucked up head, I’m giddy about something like that when this man can never be mine…
the debauchery of it all, but I like it.
“You… you’re engaged to be married, Misha… a-and my life is back in the states. This is a fantasy world to me… none of this is real. It’s just a dream that I’ll wake up from when it’s time to go home. But,” I sit up, guiding his head to my pussy.
“I’m okay with dreaming… and I don’t care that you’re engaged.
I’ll fuck you and them until I have to wake up from my fantasy, s—” The door to the greenhouse opens suddenly, cutting me off.
Shit! Please don’t let that be Grandpa Viktor or the family!
I try to shield myself, but all too quickly, Misha is in front of me, body tense.
“Kakogo khrena tebe nado? Ty zhe znayesh’, chto menya zdes’ ne pobespokoyat.” (What the fuck do you want? You know not to disturb me in here.) Misha tells the guy, who bows with his hands at his side.