Chapter 18 Iris #2
“You want to move?” His eyes have gone dark, predatory. “Then ride my cock like the dirty little slut you are.”
Heat explodes through me at the words. I lift and slam back down, gasping at the depth.
“That’s it.” His hands guide my movements, rough and demanding. “Show me what a needy little whore you are for me.”
I brace against his shoulders, finding a rhythm that blurs my vision. Each downstroke hits something devastating inside me.
“Harder.” He yanks me down, forcing me to take him deeper. “You’re my dirty slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” The admission tears from my throat. “Yours.”
“Say it properly.” His hips thrust up to meet mine, the collision making me cry out. “What are you?”
“Your dirty slut.” Shame and arousal twist together, indistinguishable. “Only yours.”
“Good girl.” He releases one hip to grab my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. “Look how desperate you are. Couldn’t even finish dinner without needing my cock.”
I’m beyond words, beyond thought. Just sensation—the stretch of him inside me, the filthy praise falling from his lips, the building pressure that threatens to shatter me completely.
“Touch yourself.” His voice rasps against my ear. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
My hand drops between us, fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation makes me clench around him.
“Fuck.” His control fractures further. “You’re so wet for me. So perfect and dirty and mine.”
I bounce harder, chasing the orgasm that coils tight in my core. My thighs burn from the exertion, but I don’t stop, can’t stop, riding him with desperate abandon.
“That’s it.” His fingers dig into my hips, bruising as he takes control. He lifts me up and slams me back down, using my body for his pleasure. “Take every inch like the good little slut you are.”
The pressure builds, white-hot and overwhelming. My fingers work frantically against my clit while he pounds into me from below.
“Going to fill this tight pussy.” His voice turns guttural, strained. “Breed you properly. Put a baby in you.”
“Alexi—” His name breaks on a gasp.
“Say you want it.” He yanks me down hard, grinding deep. “Tell me you want me to come inside you.”
“I want it.” The words tumble out between desperate pants. “Want you to fill me.”
“Going to pump you full.” He’s relentless now, controlling every thrust. “Again, and again until it takes.”
The orgasm hits like lightning. I shatter around him, clenching rhythmically as pleasure rips through every nerve. My vision whites out, body convulsing.
“Fuck, yes.” He groans, feeling me come. “Milk my cock just like that.”
His hips buck erratically. Warmth floods inside me as he follows me over the edge, filling me with his release while filthy praise spills from his lips.
“Perfect.” He holds me down, keeping himself buried deep. “So fucking perfect, taking all my cum.”
I collapse against his chest, trembling and spent. His heart pounds beneath my ear.
“I’m on the pill now,” I manage between gasps. “Started taking it again.”
“Doesn’t matter.” His fingers trace possessive patterns on my spine. “Going to fill you anyway. Repeatedly until you’re dripping with me.”
Heat pulses through my exhausted body at the promise.
“I can’t get enough of this.” He’s still hard inside me, already recovering. “Breeding you is all I think about.”
His lips find mine, soft and demanding all at once. I kiss him back with an intensity that scares me, tasting the remnants of Thai food and something darker, more primal.
When we finally break apart, I’m breathing hard. His green eyes search mine, pupils still blown wide from our encounter.
“Stay tonight,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I should say no. Should put distance between us, rebuild the walls I’ve spent years constructing. Instead, I nod.
He kisses me again, slower this time. Thorough. Like he’s memorizing the shape of my mouth, the way I respond to the slide of his tongue.
I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer even though we’re already pressed together, still joined. The tenderness in the gesture contradicts everything I know about myself, about what I’m capable of.
Three months ago, I wanted to destroy him. Tear apart his family’s empire piece by piece, make them pay for crimes they didn’t even commit. I’d spent hours planning my revenge, crafting scenarios where Alexi Ivanov suffered the way I had.
Now I’m falling apart in his arms, letting him fill me with his cum while whispering breeding fantasies that should horrify me but don’t.
“What are you thinking?” His thumb traces my lower lip.
“That I’m losing my mind.” The honest answer escapes before I can filter it. “That this is insane.”
“Good insane or bad insane?”
I kiss him instead of answering, because I don’t know anymore. The lines have blurred beyond recognition. My mission, my purpose, the driving force that’s kept me functional for three years—all of it crumbling beneath the weight of genuine feeling.
He kisses me back like he understands, like he’s falling just as hard and fast despite knowing exactly who and what I am.
“Iris.” My name sounds different in his mouth. Not a target, not prey. Something precious.
My chest tightens with an emotion I haven’t let myself feel since before my parents died. Something warm and terrifying that makes me want to run and stay in equal measure.
I’m falling for him. Falling for the man I’d planned to ruin.