Chapter 15
I am his queen. And only he is strong enough to rule me.
VALENTINA
He’s everywhere.
Roman Makarova is inside me in every way a man can claim a woman—body, mind, and soul.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can only feel. His name beats in my very blood. Every stroke, every breath, every command carves him deeper into me.
He drives his cock into me like a steel battering ram. My clitoris is fat and slippery, reaping every hypersensitive sensation.
But his eyes…the dark green orbs fuck my mind as much, turning every sweet dream into a beautiful nightmare.
And my pussy? It’s on fire. Liquid fire pulsing through every inch of my flesh.
But as he picks up his pace, locking me in the prison of his eyes, something else happens. Something all-consuming.
“So fucking beautiful!” he growls, snaps, and erupts, shooting ropes of hot seed in me. He seals me closed so hard and tight, the rubbing of my clit sends me over the edge until I’m burning with him, squeezing and spasming around his cock, milking all of his release.
But he’s not finished with me.
When he releases my wrists and works the shibari knots, unbinding my arms, I’m relieved.
But I have no strength to fight him. My arms hang loose and limp until he lifts me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle him and positioning my arms on his broad shoulders.
He’s still hard as steel, teasing my opening.
And now, we’re closer than ever. Chest to chest. Skin to skin.
“Fucking can’t get enough of you,” he says before claiming my mouth.
His mouth still raids mine when he pushes into me again, fully seating me on his member. My body clenches around him, spilling more of my fluids. He doesn’t stop kissing me, mutilating my mouth in a fatal vow.
At first, he moves slowly—deep, forced, and penetrating.
He’s so hot. Unyielding as a fortress, and my fingers can’t help but roam the bulk of him. A deep groan leaves his throat as I explore the sculpted ridges of his chest and then shoulders until I finally sink my fingers into his flawless gold hair, the locks escaped from his ponytail.
He explores, too. I whimper as he scoops my breasts into his hands, palming, testing their weight, and rubbing the pads of his thumbs over the reddened nipples.
Then, his hands lower to my ass. I wince from the angry welts there.
Most of the blood has slowed, but tiny, thin rivulets still drip down my back.
The inside of my anus is sensitive from the figging, but it feels like a delicious burn now.
The flaming points across my chest still throb—an angry, holy fire kissed into my skin, branded into my soul. A crown, seared in blood. Like he branded his entire empire on my heart. This is him saying: you are mine, and everything I’ve built is yours, too.
Not just a mark. A coronation. I am his queen. And only he is strong enough to rule me.
Fingers digging into the flesh, Roman works me up and down on his cock. My lips are swollen, but he still feeds on me, devouring me with his raw power.
How can he have so much stamina? And control? Subtle tremors rack his body, but he doesn’t falter. Unlike me. I’m too overwhelmed, too worn. I barely have anything left. But he vowed to fuck me all night long. How will my pussy exist at dawn?
One more grinding rotation of his hips. Then, he lunges inside me again. I bear down, seizing, falling apart for him, crying his name over and over.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips, watching me come undone as the intense pleasure threatens to crush me.
“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful. Making those sweet noises when I’m fucking you, praying my name when you come.
By the time I’m fucking finished with you, you’ll be a hot, soaked, bow-legged mess on the floor, ready to kiss my feet and express your undying gratitude for how I’ve destroyed you. ”
My pussy clenches again, almost coming from his words. Tears blur my vision. More sting my throat like acid. I hate how his dirty talk turns me on. Only Roman Makarova could make degradation sound like praise.
One rocking of his hips, and he has me on the ground again.
The cold bites into my back, the stone chafing the open wounds, but it’s nothing compared to when he spreads my legs wider apart and shoves my thighs up to my shoulders until the undersides of my knees drop onto his shoulders.
It gives him unrestrained access, especially with the spreader.
His cock digs in deeper than ever, and my cunt screams. My folds are swollen and puffy, my clit distended and slippery.
My muscles squeeze around his shaft, which feels thicker and longer, impossible.
“Fuck, look at you.” He plants a kiss along the curve of my throat as he gives three slow, testing thrusts. I gasp, eyes closing until he grips my jaw, fingers burrowing into my cheeks. “What the fuck did I say?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whisper, giving him my eyes in obedience.
“Now, I’m going to really fuck you, Valentina.”
Because he somehow wasn’t before? Fuck, I’m doomed. He’s going to send me into cardiac arrest.
Something vicious and carnal enters his eyes and scares the shit out of me. “Prepare for me to beat this cunt up, use you, and violate you. Won’t stop until you’re a wretched, aching, begging mess.”
And he does. He comes out all the way, then slams into me. I sob from the pressure as he moves. My core clenches around him as he brutalizes me, ricocheting my heart.
Roman moves faster, and my heart pulses to the rabid rhythm. I reach for him, relieved when he lets me sink my nails into his ass. He flexes, nearly breaking them with his rock-hard glutes.
“That’s it, Valentina.” Roman pistons his hips, pumping in and out, his breath hot against my face. “Take what you need. Touch me, moya zhena. Cry for me, wife.”
He doesn’t hold back. He wreaks carnage on my cunt, savaging me. My breasts swing with every jerking motion. I meet his deeply hooded stare, my grip tightening on his ass. A soft scream escapes my throat.
“An army could be laying siege to my island, and I wouldn’t fucking stop,” he growls, cupping my breast and rolling the nipple between two fingers.
“I’d slaughter any man who would dare come between me and this hot, little cunt.
” He takes my hand and plants it where we are joined.
I clench harder, and he groans before leveling my eyes with his.
“It’s mine now. Fucking forever. I swear, on all the graves of my ancestors, Valentina Makarova, you are my wife, and if any man dares take you, I’ll cut their dick and balls off with a rusty, dull blade and fuck you over their miserable, bloody corpse. ”
I shiver down to my soul. I can’t remember…that depth of primal possession, of intense sovereignty. I don’t know what to do with it.
His head bows to mine, and he touches his lips to my brow in a light kiss that has me trembling from the shock of vulnerability.
Somehow, the pain fades to pleasure, the burn melting into a glow. It radiates from my spine and spreads like veins of slow, mounting pleasure. Every nerve ending stoked.
Roman Makarova is a shameless asshole. But he’s my husband. So, I guess that makes him my shameless asshole.
His hand grips my throat again, siphoning my air as he leans in with predatory stillness. “Say you’re mine, Valentina.”
He releases me long enough for air to flood in. I gasp out, “I’m yours.”
“Again,” he snarls, biting the edge of my ear and plowing into me harder.
“Godfuckingshit—I’m yours!”
Five rapid-fire thrusts, and he stops, freezing, his eyes shattering every cell in my body. “What’s your fucking name?”
Ragged breaths leave my throat as I stare down the beast in his eyes.
I bring mine to the surface. A fiery, fierce, jealous, little bitch who will sink her teeth and claws into him.
If he ever betrays me, I’ll drag his goddamn ass to the gates of hell while it’s still charred and smoking, tied up with a big red bow for the Devil to finish the job.
My body rises, hips rocking to take him deeper.
In a dead stalemate, a queen meeting her king on the board, I part my lips and whisper, “Valentina Makarova!”
A sinful, twisted smirk spreads. “Good fucking girl. Now, scream my name as I fuck you like the beautiful bitch in heat you are. Goddamn, gorgeous little slut.”
I want to scratch and claw and gnash my teeth from the statement. But he’s right, isn’t he? Again, he’s brought degradation and praise together that gets me hotter, wetter, sluttier. So fucking fucked for this beautiful, lethal male.
“Roman!” I scream before he fucks my mouth with his.
He forces himself into me, driving and ramming and beating me with his cock. “Say it again,” he commands and kneads my breast before slapping the swell.
“Roman,” I screech around gritted teeth.
He slaps the other, leaving a blooming handprint there. Eyes fierce with a dominating rage, he twists my nipples, then gropes my tits. “Beg me to fuck you, to ruin this messy cunt, to breed you, my Valya. Say you’ll only ever break for me, beg for me, scream for me. And fucking bear my heirs.”
When I don’t respond because my inner muscles flutter, ready to send me over the edge, he pulls out. I attack him with a vengeance, slapping his head, clawing at his face and hair from the denial. Fucking blade of a cock cutting through me, and he has the gall to leave me hanging!
Seizing my wrists, Roman pins them above my head, smirking wickedly, bobbing his brows. “Fucking love it when you fight me for it, moya zhena,” he growls and lowers his head to bite my throat.
I shriek at his teeth, but also at how his chest rubs the burning crown.
“Goddamn gorgeous tits shaking for me,” he says before closing his heated lips around one hypersensitive nipple. I arch my back, thrusting out my chest.
“More,” I whimper, wrecked and wild. If the Devil had a cock, this would be it. All Seven Deadly Sins in this god in male flesh.
And still, I want more.
Another strike to my breast, but this time, he licks and kisses the red mark from his hand. The circling of his tongue, the drive of his hips, and then one hand lowering to swipe at my clit have me clamping down on him.
“Good girl,” he says, rising. “Coming so sweetly for me. You’re going to come again. Come with me.”
He seizes my throat in a brutal chokehold. It only surges the endorphins more. He punishes me with his massive dick, damaging me forever.
“Take—that—mother—fuck—ing—dick—Val-en-tin-a!” he times each syllable to his ruthless thrusts. “So hot. So tight. So wet. My filthy girl. So pretty for me.”
He goes to war with my cunt, punching his cock in me like a battle hammer, his tortured groan vibrating into me like thunder. Heavy balls slapping.
His eyes prowl every inch of me. Mine blur.
“Now.”
Blackness is closing in.
“Come with me. And fucking scream my goddamn name.”
He lets go, surging air into me at the last second, rocking my body higher, and bringing me down to impale me to the core. Bodies crushed together, I thrash, I claw at the sides of his neck and scream at the top of my lungs, “Roman fucking Makarova.”
He snaps. Kisses me. Thrusting so deep, he strikes my pleasure center. It roars in my mouth. Rattles my bones.
I shatter. I kiss him back. Moaning into him, unraveling.
I convulse around him, gripping him like he’s my lifeline, my body seized by wave after wave of electrifying rapture—orgasmic bliss pulsing through every nerve, veining through me like wildfire.
He spills every drop in me, coming violently with deep, masculine grunts and breaths unlike anything I’ve ever heard.
Almost every drop.
I’ve never been more exhausted, more winded, more ruined, but Roman Makarova has the fucking strength and stamina of a goddamn breeding bull.
He presses me to the dank, dirty ground again, rolling me onto my stomach this time before pulling my hips back and grinding his still-hard cock against my ass.
“Told you, Moya Koroleva. I’m fucking you all night long.” He bends to press his chest to my sweaty back. “And I’ll breed you like the priceless, beautiful bitch you are.”
“Oh, God!” I cry out as he takes my hair, wraps it around his fist, and pulls tight.
He thrusts into me from behind, scorching me with his dick, and fucks me like that, holding my hair and palming my breast until we come so violently, I swear our screams shake the very foundation of his island empire.
My body, my mind can’t take it anymore.
I pass out with him still ejaculating inside me.