Chapter 47
Like the Devil and God had an angry one-night stand
VALENTINA
“You,” I say with unconditional equivocation, my breath coming in waves of pants. “Only you, my head, my crown, my king. Your soul—”
“My jewel, my queen,” he finishes.
But on another level, I’m a fucking sex slave. He’s reduced me to that with all his priceless punishment. A dark side of me has become a pleasure thrall.
And I’m dying for more!
I’ll always feel his marks, the invisible sting of these budding scars. Sweat coats my body, sprinkling salt in the wounds.
Roman removes the cross and chucks it to the floor so its tumble echoes throughout the chapel. First, he prowls around me, circling me, eyes never leaving mine as if this is his final war cry. I shiver. It all comes down to this.
He’ll drag my soul into the void, fuck me inside it, then drag me out, flipping it off the whole time.
I flinch when he loosens all the chains until they drop to the floor with a jangling thud.
My muscles and limbs are still limp from pleasure, but I manage to shift my legs to stir the blood through them more.
Once he frees my breasts, soft pain rushes into them, stimulating the nipples more.
I double over, but he catches me. Heated tingles erupt all over my skin, wherever he touches me.
Roman sets me on the edge of the altar, facing him.
I glance down at his cock—proud of how it’s grown and thickened to a throbbing erection. Proud of how much he gets off on driving me wild and spinning me senseless.
Lifting my chin, I narrow my eyes, daring him to do his worst. He’d better fuck me until he’s burning a hole in my goddamn pussy.
Planting his hands on each side of me, my husband leans in and brushes his lips along my brow. So tender. So gentle. The calm before the storm. I watch it strike lightning in his jewel-green eyes.
“I’m going to devastate you, Valentina.” His lips press into a wicked grin.
“I’m going to tear you in half tonight, Valentina.
I’m splitting your pretty pussy open and making it mine.
Making you mine. In every way a man can for his woman.
And a king for his queen.” All his words echo from the first night he fucked me.
“And you did, didn’t you?” I lift my chin, rubbing my lips against his. “I bled that night, didn’t I?”
He offers a nod. No more lies.
I laugh softly, shaking my head. “You’re such an asshole. What you dealt to me that night? I was a virgin.”
His chuckle is a rumble in his chest, mouth closed.
But then, he rolls his eyes. “Virginity is a construct. An overrated one. Curse me, hate me—but I’ll always be the first, and I’ll always be the last. Your virginity mattered little compared to breaking you open and remaking you in my hands.
” His eyes deepen on mine, and he seizes my throat in a brutal grip, siphoning my air.
A cock of his head. A gleam in his eye. And a predator’s smile.
“You think bleeding was the hardest part? No. The hardest part is knowing you’ll never want anyone else to touch you again. ”
My womb tightens. My core ignites. Too much fucking talking. And I know just how to get him to spear me with that beast of his.
So, I give it all I got. I lunge like a she-wolf, biting and kicking and screaming, spitting and scratching and begging for it. Until he dominates me, getting me on the altar where the lashes on my back scream from the sudden pressure.
“You want this dick, little queen?” Roman taunts me, holding the base, fondling his balls.
“You fucker!” I rise up and throw a punch as hard as I can.
I don’t know if he let me have it, but I still thrill in his head snapping back.
And then, the way he looks down at me. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
In one second, I’m pinned to the altar, his one hand holding my wrists above my head. One hand cups my breast—and he rams that dick so hard in me, I don’t see stars. I see black holes. My insides clamp all around him, and I—oh, God!
I convulse. From. One. Damn. Thrust.
Roman watches me with a leering grin as I explode all over his dick, hips bucking, body shaking, and writhing until he lifts his hand to my throat. Because he has to anchor my head while I’m flailing, crying, and screeching my climax.
“Look at you, Moya Koroleva. Such a goddamn slut for me. Sweet, little blyad’.”
“Oh, fuck you and move already, you miserable piece of shi-ahhh!”
After slamming into me again, Roman pulls out and slaps the crown of his cock against my lips and swollen clit.
His length puts more pressure on the rosary beads, and I’m practically strangling them.
Then, he torments my entrance, just rimming the hole while my muscles tighten, sucking on that crown with a wet kiss.
After a couple of seconds studying that big dick ready to wreak carnage on my cunt, Roman gives me a shit-eating grin—then raises my legs over his biceps, knees on each side of my ass.
Oh, God, it gives him more leverage, more power.
He takes it. With a savage, fateful roar, my husband, my real, raw, and forever husband, drives his cock so deep and full into me, I feel him everywhere.
And come again. He fucks me through the orgasm, holding me down again while restricting airflow.
It intensifies the climax until the ecstasy engulfs me, showering my face and pussy with liquid heat.
My whole body bounces and swings back with the force of his thrusts.
His balls slap my ass, and my nerve endings scream from the delicious torture.
I throw my head high, eyes rocketing wide—body melting into a vessel of unending rapture.
One he pours his wrath into. I am swept into an undertow of adrenaline and endorphins where I feel nothing but the pounding of his cock and my body vibrating and pulsing around him.
“Fucking scream, Valentina,” growls Roman, gripping the back of my neck, shaking my head to keep me in the moment. My tits jiggle from the action.
When I say nothing, testing him, bratting at him because I’d like some more tit action, I don’t expect him to grab the cross and start spanking my breasts with it.
The cold silver slaps the swells. His fingers pinch, twist, and tug at the buds like hard, red knots before he brings the cross down again, striking the nipples with a primal, punishing energy.
What I want, what I need to climb higher.
My screams must be loud enough to hear in every inch of heaven and hell.
I’m almost there. With him just seated inside me, unmoving, and him tormenting my breasts, I’m so close.
After spanking my tits again, Roman chucks the cross and lowers his head and closes his hot mouth around one burning nipple.
Licking circles all around the inflamed flesh.
And now, I moan and scream like he wants.
When he moves to my right breast and sucks and bites while kneading the left, tweaking the bloated bud, I spiral, screaming his name. Orgasming from just the breast play, as little pleasure pulses burst in my pussy, I squeeze him tighter.
“Fuck, Valya,” he says, low and deep, while flicking the angry, stinging nipple with his tongue. “Strangling my cock, da, let me feel those eruptions. And brace yourself, Moya Koroleva. Your king will fuck you now.”
I gasp as he pulls out, then thrusts with brutal savagery.
The second I raise my hands to his chest, nails primed, he narrows his hooded eyes in a warning, promising hell, the abyss, the void if I try to claw away his dominance.
Instead, I touch him, roaming my fingers along his flawless Adonis belt.
His muscles bulge, tightening wherever my hands trespass.
His pecs, his biceps, his shoulders, and…
the throbbing vein in his neck. What I love is how he mirrors me like a twin flame, easing his thrusts until they are slow but strong…
and deep. Those thrusts? They rattle my teeth and cause my whole body to swing.
Once I sink my nails into his neck and pull, urging him, begging for his mouth, he grabs my wrists and shoves them on each side of my head.
He pistons into me faster. But he gives me what I need, taking my mouth with violence.
He rips the breath from my lungs while fucking my mouth with his tongue. I try to join him, but it’s hopeless.
He doesn’t just fuck me.
Roman fucks me like the Devil and God had an angry one-night stand and created something more terrifying.
When I scream, it’s not one. It’s a damn torrent of screams and shrieks and wails, unholy enough to shudder the foundations of the chapel.
His roars overpower mine as he spears that barbaric cock to the hilt. I’m convinced my pussy will never return to normal.
A well of cum drips out of me when he pulls out, but he climbs off the altar, grips my hips, and gets me in position with me bent over the stone. Oh, God! He is literally standing on his brother’s bloody, bursting corpse!
No hesitations. Roman Makarova drives himself in a steady rhythm of battering strikes. Without warning, my devil of a husband reaches around and pinches my nipples hard, pulling at them. I yelp.
But oh, fuck, what a rush!
The rosary beads press into me deeper while the remaining strands whack at my lower thighs.
He grips the back of my neck, forcing me down, cheek to the stone as he pounds me like thunder.
All it takes is him rolling both my nipples between his thumbs and fingers to fall over the edge again. I can’t fathom how he’s still going, but I’ll give some credit to my worthy pussy.
And everything else? It’s like a fucking high. Fumes of rot and ruin. It’s like our incense. Our drug.
The church is full of them—bodies slumped in pews, sprawled in aisles, heaped at the foot of broken icons.
Their limbs are bent at impossible angles, heads lolled back in lifeless devotion, eyes wide and unseeing.
Blood splattered everywhere, drowning the aisle runners, staining the fabric red beyond restoration.
They look like spectators frozen mid-gasp, an unholy mass, a congregation of corpses bearing silent witness to our desecration.
Candlelight flickers over gray skin and blood-slick marble, casting dancing, ghostly shadows.
The scent drifts—gunpowder, copper, and those very light hints of decomposition.
My nails rake against the altar, the stone wet with our blood and Anton’s. Roman takes me with the same ferocity he used to carve his way through them. He grips my hips like the last tether to sanity, his body battering mine with brutal devotion.
This is desecration transforming into consecration. A ritual cleansing through blood, sex, filth, and fire.
And we are finally, terribly free.