Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
KOSTYA
A fter tonight there would be no going back.
This wasn’t about the last few months.
It was about years of restraint, of fighting against the fire clawing through my veins. Years of forcing myself to look away when all I wanted was to devour her with my eyes. Of telling myself she was off-limits—untouchable. A temptation I couldn’t afford. A mistake I couldn’t make.
But the hunger never faded. It only grew sharper. Darker.
Now she was too close.
The past too heavy.
And I was done pretending I could resist.
Done pretending I even wanted to.
Rubbing my cock against her ass, I skimmed my hand along the curve of her back to cup her cheek, enjoying the soft hiss through her teeth as my fingers pressed into her punished skin.
I grasped the hated red thong and twisted until the flimsy fabric snapped. From this point forward, only lingerie I purchased and approved would hug her body.
I then slipped my hand between her thighs.
Her body stiffened. “Kostya, don’t…”
My finger glided along the seam of her pussy. “You take orders from me, babygirl, not the other way around.”
My taboo fantasy girl was wet from the spanking I’d just given her. Christ, it was every erotic dream I’d ever had about her come to life.
Her fingernails dug into my forearm as I pushed one finger deep inside of her.
She was so damn tight. Too tight. Virginal tight.
I ran my mouth against the side of her throat, rasping, “Did you save this sweet pussy for me, babygirl?”
She gasped but didn’t answer.
I increased my grip on her throat, to remind her who was in charge. “Answer me.”
Her palm slammed against the glass window, shoving back in a weak attempt to dislodge me. “Not for you,” she spit out through clenched teeth.
Dropping my hand to my pants, I opened the fly and with my fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft, I pushed the head of my cock between her thighs to tease her tight entrance. “Careful, little one. It is dangerous to bait a jealous man.”
Strange. I’d never been jealous over her sister and yet with Marina I’d tear the beating heart out of any man who dared to even look at her, without a second thought.
She deserved romance, flowers, and a soft, warm bed for her first time .
Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t going to let another minute pass before making her mine.
So instead, she’d get a hard fuck in a cold train car.
My hips shifted toward her.
Her back stiffened. “Kostya, don’t you dare…”
I thrust forward.
She cried out as I heartlessly broke through her maidenhead, burying my cock deep inside her. In her pain, her body clenched around my flesh.
My head fell back as a groan of pure pleasure rumbled from my chest. Never before or again would I experience the complete and perfect bliss I was in at this moment.
The moment Marina became mine, and only mine.
She struggled in my grasp. “Get off me you brute! Get off!”
Not a chance in hell. This demon was going to fuck his angel until she submitted.
My hand moved from her throat to twist into her tangled locks, anchoring at the base of her neck. Using my grip, I forced her to bend lower, pushing her hips back against mine.
With my other hand on her hip holding her still, I pulled back, catching a glimpse of the faint red streaks along my shaft before thrusting back inside her warmth.
Marina groaned as her body strained to accept the brutal intrusion. Her inner muscles rippled and spasmed along my thick shaft.
I pulled back until just the head was inside. The tight ring of muscle at her entrance squeezed around the ridge before I thrust forward, burying myself until her inner thighs caressed my balls .
With each thrust, her body fought me less and less.
Still, I would keep up the methodical thrusts until that sweet moment when I felt her body fully accept mine.
She was so close. So close.
I tightened my grip on her hair, twisting my hips with each slow thrust. Taunting her. “Stop fighting me, baby,” I ground out. It was a struggle to keep my own desire on a tight leash.
If she thought this was painful it was nothing compared to what I was capable of.
Every instinct in my body wanted to ruthlessly pound into her until she screamed for mercy. I wanted every cell of her body to know who now owned her. I wanted to brand her with the mark of my hand on her skin and the press of my cock inside her pussy. I wanted her to never again know a world without my touch.
The train was my willing accomplice, our bodies swaying with the rhythmic motion of the car, the hum of the unrelenting engine, the vibration of the wheels beneath our feet. Tears on her cheeks glinted in the moonlight filtering through the window.
My hand moved from her hip to clasp her right breast. After giving the soft curve a hard squeeze, I pinched her nipple between my fingers.
Her back arched as she hissed. The movement tightened her pussy around my cock.
Christ.
I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
Covering her back with my body, I molded myself to her frame as I released her hair and braced an open palm against the window .
As I slowly increased the pace of my thrusts, she pressed her palms against the window as well.
It was impossible not to notice how small and fragile her pale hand looked next to my much larger, tanned and calloused one. My hand might as well have been the paw of a beast.
With my other hand still holding her breast and my body firmly bent over hers, the reins on my lust slipped.
Marina choked on a whimper as I pounded into her.
My body absorbed hers, rocking within my grasp as I thrust harder and faster. Striving toward that sudden release.
The train’s wheels kept pace with me. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Hard, unforgiving steel driving forward into the dark night with the same remorselessness I had driving into her.
Her head fell back. “Oh God!”
While I knew I could make her come with my mouth or fingers, I selfishly wanted her to come from my cock. I needed her release to be from my flesh thrusting into her. From the union of our full bodies, not just the tip of my tongue.
Her inner muscles gripped my cock.
So close…
I ran my tongue along the column of her neck, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. “That’s it, moy zaichonok , come for me.”
Her fingers curled against the glass. “I hate you!”
The sharp edges of my teeth sank into the vulnerable space between her throat and shoulder before I growled, “Then hate fuck me all you want, babygirl. ”
She bucked beneath me as a guttural groan escaped her open lips.
Holding her upright against my chest, I continued to violently pound inside of her, sliding my hand up to hold her throat. My arm wrapped tightly around her middle, lifting her onto her toes with the force of my thrusts.
The position forced my cock even deeper into her body, touching her womb.
Fuck, I wanted to get her pregnant with my child so badly it was a physical ache within my chest. I sent up a prayer to the pagan gods of my ancestors that she would breed from this very encounter. There was no point in appealing to God. God had no place in what I was doing to this sweet, innocent girl.
Her arm reached up to wrap around the back of my neck as her fingers tore into my hair. She yanked hard as her body jerked and spasmed.
She screamed her orgasm so loudly I was forced to cover her mouth, or we risked the train staff breaking down the door.
Through each delicious ripple down her spine, I continued to thrust, extending her climax.
The moment her body went limp in my embrace, I rasped against her ear, “My turn.”
As if she weighed no more than a doll, I flipped her in my embrace, tore off her sweater and bra and then tossed her onto her back in the center of the narrow train cot.
I ripped off my shirt, scattering a few of the buttons as I stared down at her beautiful naked body. Her pale skin marred with the marks from my rough touch. Her inner thighs stained with faint blood smears .
My knee between her thighs quickly stopped her effort to roll onto her side and scramble off the bed. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She fell back onto the mattress but raised her hands to push against my chest. “You got what you wanted?—”
“Not even close.”
Snatching my discarded belt from the end of the bed, I seized her wrists and wrapped the leather strap around them. Ignoring her outraged cries, I secured the belt to the metal railing at the top of the bed.
With a forearm braced to the side of her head, I leaned over her, my lips barely brushing hers. Every breath she took, I breathed in as my own. “Say you’re mine.”
She bared her teeth as she struggled against the wrist binds. “Never.”
I chuckled. My little caught rabbit was going to fight me tooth and claw to the very end.
So be it.
I claimed her mouth, swallowing her screams as I pinched her nipple, making her hips buck. Releasing her lips, I savored the soft skin of her neck before sucking her other nipple into my warm mouth.
She bit back a groan as I sucked and laved at the tender bud.
Giving it a final nip, I skimmed my mouth over her stomach, licking and scraping my teeth against her skin before wedging my shoulders between her thighs. Catching her shocked gaze with my own, I kept my eyes on hers as I stretched out my tongue and cleaned the virgin blood from her thighs.
She pleaded, “No! Don’t… ”
Like a primal hunter eating the still-beating heart of his kill, I licked and laved at the evidence of her innocence. Wanting a piece of her inside of me as I had been inside of her.
My cock pulsed with painful need.
Raising up, I kept my gaze focused on her as I slowly pushed my cock back inside of her, wanting her to feel every long inch, wanting to watch her face as I slipped deeper and deeper inside until I once again touched her womb.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened on a gasp.
The look of corrupted innocence on her face was my undoing.
I drove into her with unleashed ferocity until my balls tightened and the pressure along my shaft became unbearable.
The fire of my release, when it came, was so all-consuming my very bones seemed to melt.
With my seed deep inside her, I stayed buried in her pussy as I reached up to release her wrists.
The moment her hands slipped the bonds of the leather strap, she hauled her arm back and slapped me across the face.