Chapter 31
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
BIANCA
“Because I fucking love you, can’t you see that?”
My confession echoes through my mind. Daniil might not believe me, but it’s the truth. It might be the most real thing I’ve ever said to him.
I love him, but he’s going to kill me.
Daniil’s large hand presses down on my back, rendering me immobile, while his other hand squeezes my hip. His grip verges on pain, but I crave the hurt, welcome it as a distraction from the storm raging on the inside.
“I trusted you,” he spits. “You’ve ruined me.
You’ve ruined everything.” His chest slams into my back, and he snakes an arm around my waist, pounding into me with a relentless pace.
He wants my misery, he wants to see me suffer, because that’s all the punishment he’s capable of doling out.
But this is far from torture. This is everything I didn’t know I needed.
Because it’s keeping me from thinking about the gaping hole in my chest where my heart once was.
Without warning, he pulls out of me and turns me so I’m facing him. With two hands, he lifts me onto the laminate surface. My ass nearly hangs off the very edge as my legs wrap around his waist. My only support comes from my two hands propped behind me.
And then he reaches out and rips the necklace with his initials from my neck, throwing it onto the floor. Devastation lances up my spine, clamping around my throat. The message is clear. I’m no longer his.
He slams into me again and again, thrusting so hard I’m sure the folding table we’re fucking on is going to break with the force of his emotion.
But it doesn’t scare me. Pleasure blazes a path throughout my body, and I hate myself for responding to him so easily.
Even after he punished me—humiliated me—I still crave everything he has to give me.
His eyes grow molten, and even before the words are out of his mouth, I know what he’s about to say is going to rip me apart and leave me in tatters. “I would have done anything for you,” he rasps.
His words push me towards my breaking point. Like the table groaning beneath us, I feel like I’m going to snap in half. Emotion spills out of me in a harsh sob. All I can do is bury my face against his neck and lose myself in the familiar beat of his body claiming mine.
His thrusts are slower now, less punishing.
He’s wrapped one protective arm around me, and his other hand is buried in my hair.
Our heavy breathing fills the air, but the energy between us has changed.
It’s no longer strictly a punishment fuck, it’s bittersweet.
There’s a sadness for what could have been, but now never will.
He reaches down, swiping a tear from my face with his thumb, then applies the wetness between my legs. Working my clit in circles, taking me right over the edge. My pussy contracts, and I cry out my release against his neck. Daniil is soon to follow, coming with an agonized sigh.
As he pulls out, he instructs me not to move.
He pushes my legs wide, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of me, and then he does something unexpected.
He drops to his haunches and laps at my pussy like it’s his last meal.
He’s brutal about it. Sucking and flicking at my clit, his fingers scissor inside of me before he pulls them out, covered in his seed.
“Now lick.” With his cheek pressed against one thigh, he gives me his fingers and I lap our juices up hungrily as he watches, his eyes glued to where my tongue is wrapped around his smooth skin.
Our intermingled taste is so fucking perfect and dirty that it drags me to the edge.
When he finally grants me one more hard flick of his tongue on my clit, I come undone with his fingers in my mouth and my heart in my throat.