Chapter 32 #2
Pushing his fingers into my tangled waves, he curled his hands into fists as he held me captive.
“Listen very carefully, you beautiful wild creature. I love you. For the last time, this is not a fucking game to me.” His gaze flicked down to the thin line of dried blood still visible on my neck from last night’s attack.
“If I had lost you last night, I wouldn’t have gone on living.
You are my salvation. I need to see the beauty in the world through your eyes or there is no point.
Don’t you understand? You are the only light in my unrelentingly dark world. ”
I couldn’t breathe. The enormity of what he was saying overwhelmed me. To be loved with such a savage violence and with such completion felt as if I were submerged in dark stormy waters and yet could still see the shafts of sunlight glimmering on the waves, cutting through the gloom.
“YA lyublyu tebya,” I cried, repeating in English, “I love you.”
The moment I blurted out the words, I realized they were true.
It made little sense. It was beyond crazy to even think it possible.
The man terrified me. He could be overbearing and controlling and the shadowy nature of his business scared the hell out of me but he was also incredibly intelligent and cultured and thoughtful.
He was also just so powerful and sexy. He made a girl just want to curl up in those big, tattooed arms of his and never let go.
“YA lyublyu tebya, malyshka.”
Holding me around my waist, he flipped till I was straddling him.
Reaching under my champagne silk skirts, his fingers slipped past my thong to caress my already wet pussy.
My head rolled back as he pushed one long finger deep inside of me.
With a moan, I ground my hips against the hard ridge of his cock.
“Unbuckle my belt,” he ordered.
My fingers clawed at the leather strap as I rushed to push it through the metal buckle. Once it was free, I slipped open his trousers’ button and lowered the zipper. Reaching inside, my hand wrapped around the hot, hard length of his shaft.
Gregor’s hips rose. “Fuck, baby. Yes, squeeze me tighter. Jesus, you’ll be the death of me.”
Rising onto my knees, I tried to position the tip of his cock, but my panties kept getting in the way.
With a sexy as fuck growl, Gregor twisted his hand around the fabric and pulled, tearing them off me.
I placed the large bulbous head at my slick entrance.
Pressing down slightly till the heavy ridge slipped inside.
I bit my lip, adjusting to the feel of him, waiting for him to take over and thrust.
Gregor stayed still. “Not this time. I want you to fuck me . You’re in control.”
I braced my palms against his flat stomach and held my breath as I slowly lowered myself onto his rigid cock, Only releasing my breath in a rush when he was fully seated inside of me.
From this position, I could feel every thick inch.
Closing my eyes, I gloried in the slight sting of pain as my body strained to accept him.
Tearing at his shirt, I lifted it high so my hands could explore his warm tattooed skin as I lifted onto my knees again then lowered my body onto him.
Again, I paused.
His cock felt good, but something was wrong… off.
Gregor reached up. The pad of his thumb caressed my lower lip. I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty tang of his skin. “What’s the matter, baby girl?”
Releasing his thumb, I grasped his hand and lowered it till he was cupping my breast. He gently rolled my erect nipple between his fingers through the fabric of my dress.
My cheeks flamed. “Gregor, I need… I… I need…” I stammered to a halt.
His lips twisted into a knowing grin. “Say it.”
“Don’t make me.”
He bounced his hips up once, and a sharp moan escaped my lips. “You know the rules. I won’t do it unless you say it.”
“Oh God. Fine! This is too… gentle. I need you to fuck me, Gregor. Make it hurt!” I blurted out in a rush.
His large hands wrapped around my hips. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Lifting me high, he tossed me to the side of him. As I was about to flip onto my back, he commanded, “No. Stay on your knees.”
He shifted off the bed and stood at the edge.
Grasping my hips again, he pulled me toward him.
Next thing I heard was the rending of fabric as he tore the thin silk of my dress right up the back.
The useless dress pooled beneath me. The next sound had me biting my lip and shifting my hips in dark anticipation.
It was the sound of leather sliding against fabric.
He had taken off his belt.
My entire body jerked when he snapped the leather ends together, sending a deafening crack resounding across the bedroom.
His hand twisted in my hair, wrenching my head back. “Have you been a bad girl?”
“Oh God, yes! Yes. I’ve been very bad,” I groaned as memories of him saying just that when he first found me in Chicago and my illicit kinky reaction to the taunt came crashing over me.
The first strike of leather had me crying out as I pitched forward. He yanked me back by my hair.
Yes! This is what I wanted… what I needed from him.
Pleasurable pain.
Him in control.
Using me.
Owning me.
His cock thrust in deep at the same time he struck my ass a second time with his belt.
As he pounded into my body, he tossed the belt aside and used the palm of his hand, making my skin sting and burn with every touch.
My body rocked back and forth with the power of his thrusts.
Reaching between my legs, I swirled the pad of my finger over my clit as the pressure of my release built and built like waves crashing over me.
As my climax peaked, I fell forward, unable to stay on my knees.
His hands pressed into my lower back as he continued to thrust several more times before filling me with his hot seed.
Gregor collapsed next to me. His breathing harsh and heavy, he pulled me into his arms, my head resting against his chest. HE stroked my hair as he growled against my forehead, “Say it.”
I smiled. I knew what he wanted to hear. “I love you… husband.”