Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
MARINA
H e exhaled slowly, the sound dragging over my skin like silk. “Are you sure about that?”
His voice was so dangerously soft, it gave me another full-body shiver.
“Yes, it was a mistake. It should have never happened, and it won’t happen again.” My words didn’t even sound convincing to my own ears.
“We’ll see about that.”
The silence stretched between us as his strong fingers massaged my scalp as he shampooed my hair, getting rid of all the clinging mud.
He then took his hands away and turned me around again. “Your turn.”
He put the washcloth in my hand.
“What do you want me to do with this?”
“I washed you. It’s only fair that you do the same. After all, the only reason I was this dirty in the first place is because you threw a tantrum.”
“No.” I tried to push past him out of the shower .
He slammed his hand against the wall, blocking my path then taking my wrist and putting the washcloth in my hand before laying it on his chest. “I insist.”
Maybe if I just did it quickly, he would let it go?
I scrubbed his arms and his shoulders and then down his chest to his abs, avoiding his cock that was now rock-hard, pressing into his lower stomach.
My eyes went anywhere but his body. I couldn’t look at that. I knew if I did, it’d be over. Memories of how he felt inside of me were too fresh. I meant what I said about not sleeping with him again because it was a mistake, but that didn’t mean my body didn’t want it.
There was also a part of me that was terrified of his cock.
There was no way that massive thing could fit inside me again. I remembered the way it burned as it stretched and filled me.
Kostya put his hand on my shoulder and pressed down, silently forcing me to my knees.
Where I still avoided the hard cock that was inches from my face. From the corner of my eye I could see it twitch, beckoning me to wrap my lips around it, but I wouldn’t.
I refused.
I did what he told me to do. I ran the washcloth over his thick thighs down to his powerful calves, ignoring the way my core clenched and the way his cock bobbed, begging for attention. I pretended not to see the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip, or the way the veins bulged, pulsing with his heartbeat.
His voice was a soft growl as he gripped my chin and forced my gaze up to his. “You know what I want, babygirl.”
“I…I…can’t. No.”
He stroked his thumb over my trembling lower lip. “Open your mouth for me.”
I tried to shift backward, but he was too quick.
His arm lashed out to grip my wet hair. “I won’t ask again.”
A twisted mix of desire and fear warred inside me. Why did I find his brutish, domineering ways such a fucking turn-on? It was so wrong. And yet, my heart raced at the idea of him forcing his big cock down my throat, choking me. As if I craved the punishment he promised.
He tightened his grasp on my hair. A final warning.
Settling my hands on his thighs, I leaned forward and placed my lips around the bulbous tip of his cock.
He shifted his hips forward. “Good girl. Now suck it.”
The moment his cock pushed further into my mouth, filling it, I panicked. It was too much.
I tried to pull back but his fist in my hair wouldn’t let me.
The head of his cock filled my mouth.
He pushed forward until it hit the back of my throat.
My shoulders jerked as I gagged while my nails dug into his thighs.
“Easy, baby. Just open your throat for me. Don’t try to fight it.” He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.
With no other option, my tongue swept the underside of his shaft .
His head fell back, a rattling groan torn from his lungs. “That’s it. Just like that.”
A rush of pleasure at having pleased him encouraged me to sweep my tongue over the shaft again, before moving my head back slightly to swirl it over the tip.
Kostya groaned again as the muscles in his thighs tightened beneath my fingertips.
Hot water streamed down my back and pooled around my legs, the hard tile biting into my knees, but I didn’t care. I forced my mouth down onto his shaft until I gagged. Then I pulled back, only to try again. This time I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft to try to control how far it went into my mouth. I was rewarded by him using his free hand to stroke my cheek.
As I tightened my hand around his flesh, I moved my head back and forth, swallowing more of him each time. Still, I wasn’t even close to taking half his length.
I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to deep throat his whole intimidating cock. I didn’t even think it would be physically possible. Although the idea of him forcing it down my throat despite my protests sent a rush of heat between my thighs.
Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me?
Although I’d been a virgin, I had done other things with the occasional boyfriend. I wasn’t a nun. But no boyfriend compared in sheer size and strength to Kostya. With them it was just a stupid thing you did to keep a boyfriend from whining about wanting sex.
With Kostya it was a possession. A show of ownership.
And that terrified me.
After a few sweeps of my tongue, Kostya reached down and pulled my hands away. He stepped forward, sliding my body with him until the back of my head bumped the tiles.
He braced his forearm against the wall and leaned forward before rasping, “Brace yourself, babygirl.”
That was my only warning.
He thrust forward, choking me.
In response, my jaw closed, scraping his shaft with my teeth.
He didn’t seem to care, as he thrust forward again. And again.
With my head braced against the tiles, I couldn’t escape. My cries were smothered by his flesh as I pushed my hands against his thighs in vain. My lips were stretched thin as I struggled to breathe.
Then without warning, he pulled free. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around my throat and guided me up off the floor. His lips moved over mine as he rasped, “You swallowing is not how I want my seed in your belly.”
It was all too much. My previous fascination with the idea of sucking his cock was replaced by the harsh, terrifying reality. Even if in some insane moment I’d wanted to be…I wasn’t this girl. Couldn’t be this girl.
Kostya was too much for someone like me.
He was too powerful, too scary, too overwhelming.
Lashing out, I curled my hands into fists and beat his chest. “Don’t you touch me!”
He easily captured my wrists and stretched my arms over my head. “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you like I own you.”
My legs shook as I braced myself against the wall, only his grip on my arms stopping me from collapsing back down onto my knees in front of him. My heart was thundering in my ears as I panicked. I needed to get out of here.
“Let me out,” I cried.
“Am I wrong?” he asked, teasing me.
I opened and closed my mouth a few times, not knowing what to say.
Instead, his hand went to my throat, squeezing gently before it slid down my wet body, stopping only to tweak my nipples before continuing down to the cleft between my thighs.
He slid his fingers between my pussy lips and stroked my clit. Then he took his hand away and turned me around, flattening my hands against the wall.
“Say it,” he purred in my ear. “Say you want me. Say you liked choking on my cock.”
“Never.” Just because I couldn’t deny what my body wanted didn’t mean I had to confirm it for him either.
“Say it…or I’ll make you say it.” He pressed his chest to my back and before I even understood what he was doing, his hand was at my hip, pulling me back just enough so he could slide deep inside of me.
Once again, fucking me from behind, like an animal. Primal. Raw.
Still tender from earlier, my traitorous body responded to the pleasurable pain of his thrust.
“Say it.”
The command was a growl, rough and low, vibrating through my bones as he pulled out with aching slowness, only to thrust back in, stretching me all over again .
I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my voice.
This was torture.
The sweetest fucking torture.
His thrusts were deliberate, controlled, his cock dragging over every sensitive inch of me, pushing against the spot that blurred my vision, but never giving me enough.
“All you have to do,” he murmured, “is admit that you want me. That you don’t regret fucking me on that train.”
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he drove deeper, making me feel every inch of him. “And if you say it, I’ll give you everything.”
A sharp snap of his hips punctuated the promise.
I clenched around him involuntarily.
His chuckle was wicked, knowing.
“I will fuck you so hard and fast you’ll come with a scream,” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, cruel. “And then I’ll fill up this tight cunt with my come.”
Heat flooded through me. My breath stuttered as his hand slid around me, fingers closing over my breast, teasing the hardened peak before pinching hard. Pain and pleasure seared through me, colliding, sharpening, every nerve in my body lighting up.
Still, I stayed silent.
But my body?
My body betrayed me.
My back arched deeper, my legs spread wider, giving him everything without my saying a word.
“You want me to make you beg?” His voice was filled with dark amusement, his fingers sliding lower, teasing, brushing over my clit so lightly that my entire body shuddered with need.
My thighs trembled. My pussy clenched around his cock, trying to draw him deeper.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice thick with hunger. “You hate how much you want this.”
His fingers brushed my clit again, barely a ghost of pressure, just enough that I gasped, just enough to coil the tension tighter in my core.
“Tell me the truth and I’ll reward you.” His teeth scraped the shell of my ear.
“If I don’t?” I asked, daring him to take this even further. Testing my own boundaries.
He pulled back a bit, to torture me.
“If not, I’ll punish you.” A slow, measured thrust. “I won’t let you come.”
Another thrust. My fingers curled against the marble, my legs threatening to give out.
“I will spend hours touching you, stretching you, until your legs are shaking, until your pussy is weeping, but I will refuse to give you what you need.”
A helpless whimper slipped from my lips.
Fuck.
He meant it.
He fucking meant it.
And I couldn’t take that. I needed him to satisfy me now.
He was still fucking me, but just barely.
Shallow thrusts. Perfect, agonizing pressure against my G-spot, but not enough.
He was playing with me .
Breaking me down.
I pushed against him, trying to take what I needed, but he only pulled back, keeping it just out of reach. The pressure inside me built higher, unbearable, searing. My nails clawed at the marble, my breath ragged.
I needed it.
I needed him.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Kostya. Fuck me.”
His grip on my hair tightened, fingers threading through the damp strands, yanking my head back until I was arching for him.
A low, pleased purr rumbled from his chest.
“Good girl.”