Chapter 48
“Good heavens, are you trying to escape me, Moya Samotsvet?”
ROMAN
Islam my hand down on her ass when she doesn’t scream my name. My laughter roars at how she bucks, trying to hump me like a feral hellcat in heat.
Fuck, Valentina Makarova is my world, my universe, and all its endless dimensions.
Her channel is goddamn soaked and hot. By nightfall, I’ll have fucked her within such an inch of her life, her pussy will be beat down like ground meat. She won’t walk. She’ll be fucking bow-legged. Just like the first night I fucked her.
This time, she’ll be bedridden for days.
And I will be there for every single fucking one.
We won’t get out of bed. I’ll worship her in every conceivable way, from bubble baths and oil massages to feeding her chocolate-covered strawberries from the palm of my hand.
I’ll read goddamn poetry to her. I’ll fucking run my fingers through her hair, then braid it.
I’ll serve her breakfast in bed, then blindfold her and bring her to the balcony wrapped in a fur coat while we eat by the light of the dying sun.
I’ll shower her with new dresses and gowns.
I’ll host a goddamn ball in the manor in her honor.
Because I am not if anything but a gentleman. A sadist bastard. But a gentleman rising after the scorched earth.
But on this day? I’ll take her in every conceivable way. I’ll destroy every goddamn preconceived notion she has about sex. It will be degradation, filthy, disgusting, revolting. She will spit fire. She will rebel. Likely, she will retch. Hell, I might even retch.
Not one torture session I’ve ever performed will compare to the carnage I will wreak today.
But it’s what we both need.
They brought us raw, low, bloody. I will do the same for her until we no longer remember their names. Only this day and last night.
There is nothing, fucking nothing, like fucking my wife while I stand on my brother’s bloating, oozing corpse.
I’m insatiable for her. My balls draw up tight, heavy, and ready to burst all over again. She takes it all. Her cheek pressed to the stone, her eyes glassy, brimmed with tears as I fuck her pussy against this altar until—
—I pull out, my cock slapping her striped buttocks. I yank out the rosary beads. She gasps, knowing what I’m about to do. But her butt cheeks clench so tight. Too fucking bad. She knows what she’s supposed to do.
I part those cheeks, position my crown at her anus, and drive fast and hard through that pink ring of nerves, the pressure so blinding, I slap the altar as I come. From. One. Damn. Thrust.
“Oh, God, Roman!” Her pleas make my orgasm all the more powerful.
I fuck her through it. Not growing soft.
Because we live in a storm of adrenaline and endorphins. She is my addiction, my perdition, my petition. I’m damned for her and because of her. And I’ll burn in hell for eternity before I let her go.
The way she clenches, so fucking tense and tight, she’s got my dick in a feminine vice, the kind that tortures and tantalizes. I lean forward, pushing inside more as I kiss her neck and take her by the hips into an exquisite arch. I caress her full breasts with the hypersensitive nipples.
After my release, I remain here with her, suspended on top of the world, waiting for it to spin off its axis and send us spiraling together. She pants, breaths tattered as I pleasure her breasts and work her clit back and forth. Fucking love how she clamps down tighter around me every time.
I glance at the black bag Fleur left on the floor for us just before the altar. Lean down to the right ever so slightly so my hand can open it. A smirk twists.
“I’m convinced Zina is a peeping Thomasina, Valya,” I chuckle. “She was the one who rubbed oil into your cunt while you were asleep.”
Her breath hitches, her cheeks reddening in mortification.
“Don’t fret, my sweet Jewel. It’s not like that. Zina knows my beastly needs. She has been with me the longest. She has buried bodies with me. She has witnessed my darkest nature. So, rest assured, while I would have done something like this, she provided the tools.”
Valentina flicks her blood-stained hair back, her eyes wide. “What tools?”
Seated so deliciously inside her ass, I don’t hesitate to slide the two metallic balls inside her pussy. “Time to exercise those muscles, Moya Korleva. Show me what you can do. Hold them there while I fuck your sexy ass.”
When I trace my finger between her lips until I arrive at the apex of her pleasure, circling the little nub of flesh there, she squeezes all her muscles around those balls. She’s fucking soaked, sopping wet, but she miraculously holds them. It increases the pressure of her anal muscles.
I palm her mound, heel to her entrance, and knuckles rubbing her plump nodule. She’s flushed from head to toe, gasping for breath, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.
My cock can’t take much more.
“Spread your legs, Valya. I’m coming in deeper now, fucking you. Brace yourself. We will be at this all day.”
“Oh, God, Roman!”
“Nothing but orgasmic bliss and the stench of rigor mortis like perfume to our senses.”
“Fuck, you do dirty talk like a goddamn religious rite.”
“So sweet,” I croon my approval near her ear, and she trembles.
I sense one of the balls beginning to slip, but she grasps it tight, sucking it back in with those superior kegel muscles.
“Steady, Moya Koroleva.”
It’s all the warning I give her before I press the button to light up those balls until they vibrate, hum little pulses through her pussy. Still, I don’t move. The metal orbs vibrate faster, controlled by my hand. It will only stimulate her more.
“Oh, God, it feels so good! Hurts so good, please, fuck me, Roman. Fuck. My. Ass!”
Who am I to deny my queen?
I ease out, cover my erection in lube from the bag and her fluids before sliding inside her again. Inch by fucking inch. A ball drops, clattering on the marble.
“I’m sorry, Roman. I tried—”
Now, I fuck her ass. Gripping her chin until I crush her lips with mine, fucking her mouth with my tongue, I drive myself in deep, strong, slow strokes, making a point, making her feel it—every goddamn thrust.
I sense her weakening, unable to hold in the last ball. Such a sweet wife, she did so well. So, I catch it and shove that vibrating ball against her clit, rubbing it, stoking her until the climax rips through her, and she’s utterly weeping from euphoria.
While crushing my brother’s bloody, pus-oozing corpse beneath my feet, I nut, going balls deep in my wife’s ass, pouring more cum inside, spilling my release, and holding onto her like she’s the only thing left standing after the world has burned to ash.
I’ll likely take that ass again today.
But for now, she’s slumped over on the altar with glazed eyes and a sated smile. Grinning from the knowledge of what I’m about to do, I sweep her heaving body into my arms and cross to the aisle.
“Roman, what are you doing?” she wonders.
I step between the bodies scattered about the aisles until I arrive before the pews, pausing at the marble stoup with its basin.
“Oh, God, you have got to be kidding me,” Valentina groans, her face more flushed than ever as I approach the sacred basin.
First, I cup the water and bid her to drink from my hand. She does. She will need hydration. She will need her strength for the rest of the day.
After I drink, I rinse my cock in the holy water and wink at her, smiling as I desecrate the vessel just like everything else in this chapel.
After I’ve cleaned myself off, I go so far as to plant her right down into the basin with her pussy entering the water—like I’m dipping a treasure to be cleansed.
Now, I pause. Without relinquishing my grip on her, I set my jaw and lock my eyes on hers. “Do you trust me, Valentina Makarova?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Answer,” I growl.
“Yes! And no.” Fucking love that feminine wrath in her eyes. “I trust you to be an insufferable asshole with control issues who knows exactly how to rip through all my walls and set my heart and soul on fire.”
“Let go of all your preconceived notions, all the rules that society binds us by. Just us and our desires, Moya Koroleva.”
“Roman, we’re fucking in a house of God with rotting corpses all around us,” she huffs, gesturing before cupping my face. “I think I can handle whatever you want. Unleash it, Moya Korona. Do whatever you need to. I’ll still be here by the time the sun falls.”
Lowering her to the floor but gripping her close, pelvis pressed to mine, I hold her gaze and slowly release it all. The warm fluid doesn’t just gush upon her. It showers onto the heads of the corpses at our feet. Valentina’s breath hitches as she realizes what I’ve done.
At first, I think she is going to be mortified. She will attack me again. Throw a punch. And tell me how revolting I am for pissing on her.
But then…I feel the warm liquid against my lower thighs, sluicing down as she stares me down with as much passion. The passion we share to be utterly raw and real with one another.
And once she finishes pissing on me, my little hellcat starts humping me.
Raising her up, I grip the base of her buttocks, relishing her wince as I dig my fingers into the sensitive welts.
And with her straddling me and clutching the sides of my neck, I bring her down, impaling her on my cock.
I work her weak body up and down on me while she clings to me desperately, her breasts rubbing my muscles, the taut buds rasping with my chest hair.
She leans in and takes my mouth, usurping her claim.
“Touch yourself, Maya Valya,” I urge her just above her lips. “You fit me so damn flawlessly. My perfect slut of a queen.”