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“No,” I whisper, shaking my head.
His smirk widens.
“Yes.”
I dig my nails into his arms, trying to push him away.
He doesn’t budge.
Doesn’t let me go.
He just grinds against me again, his cock sliding between my slick folds, teasing my clit, pressing right where I need him.
And I gasp.
His voice is a dark whisper against my ear.
“Say you don’t want this, printsessa.”
I bite my lip, shaking my head, trying to refuse.
Viktor chuckles, dragging his tongue down my throat, sucking hard on the sensitive skin.
My body arches, my breath shattering.
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he rocks against me, slow, deep, teasing.
“You’re dripping for me, baby.”
His fingers drag over my pussy, gathering my wetness, rubbing it over my swollen clit.
I bite back a cry.
My thighs snap shut, trying to block him out, but he just spreads me wider.
“Still fighting?”
His voice is so smug.
I fucking hate him. Hate how good he makes me feel.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmurs, his cockhead pressing against my entrance.
I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my face away.
I can’t.
I can’t.
Because if I say it—
If I admit it—
I lose.
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.
His eyes are molten, dark, completely wild. And so goddamn beautiful. Intoxicating. Seeing a man like him, fucking hungry for me.
“Say it, . Say you don’t fucking need me.”
I whimper, panting, trembling.
His cock pushes in, stretching me, burning, making me take every hard, thick inch.
I scream, my back arching, pleasure slicing through me like a blade.
He groans, deep and guttural, as he bottoms out, pulsing deep inside me.
He grunts, “so fucking tight.”
Then he slides out, before thrusting deep again,shoving himself inside me balls deep.
I sob, clawing at his back, my legs wrapping around him.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
His hips roll, his cock dragging against my walls, hitting me deep, stretching me open.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
The pressure builds, unbearable, devastating.
“Say it, printsessa. Say you need me.”
I shake my head, panting.
He slams into me, burying himself to the hilt.
I cry out, body spasming, pleasure blinding me.
His fingers dig into my hips, his voice low and dark.
“Say it.”
Tears burn my eyes.
My lips part.
And I break. “I need you.”
The words fall from my lips. Barely a whisper.
His breath hitches. His jaw clenches. Then his hips snap forward, fucking me harder, deeper, rougher.
“Fucking love you, baby.”
I completely shatter.