Chapter 20
Aurora~
I was so angry with everything that I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to make him pay for, but I didn’t care about being fair right now. I hated how I was already wet for him, giving him the upper hand in an area where I was still considered a novice.
With a smirk on his sexy lips, he said, “You have no idea how hard my dick gets when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” I hissed, angry that I was, though not for the reasons that a person might think.
“Oh, you’re jealous alright,” he replied as he straightened, then yanked my hips closer to the edge of the bed. “But if you only fucking knew how gone I am for you, you’d feel so fucking stupid right now.”
Leaning up, I said, “Fuck you, Korolev.”
“That’s the plan,” he replied as he yanked my panties off my hips, the sound of fabric ripping hitting my ears like a bomb. “I’m going to fuck the jealousy out of you, and maybe once I’m done, you’ll finally tell me that you love me.”
Before I could say anything to that, Viktor was reaching for me again, but this time, he grabbed me by my neck, then yanked me upward, his other hand quickly making work of unhooking my bra, the material being ripped off me much like my panties.
When I was finally naked enough for him, I watched Viktor dump his jacket, then pull his shirt up over his head.
I also didn’t move from the bed as he got undressed.
Instead of making a run for it-like I should-I waited with bated breath for him to do his worst. I waited for him on the bed like I had no other purpose in life but to please this man.
Once Viktor was finally naked, his eagerness hard enough to slap against his abs, he surprised me by grabbing me by the hips, then flipping me over onto my hands and knees.
With his insistence that I be naked, I’d been certain that missionary had been the plan.
After all, I knew how obsessed he was with my chest, and one of his favorite things was to cum all over them.
“As much as I want to watch your face as you cum for me, you need to finally be taught a lesson, baby,” he said right before slapping one of my ass cheeks, and it wasn’t one of the light, sensual, tantalizing slaps that I was used to.
No.
It’d been a slap to show who was in charge. It’d been a slap to establish who the dominant one in the room was. It’d been a slap to punish me into submission, but the joke was on him. If I didn’t want to be here, then I wouldn’t be.
I bit my lip as I felt Viktor’s fingers slide through my soaked pussy lips, but he didn’t stop there.
Using the moisture from my body, he used it as lubricant to push a finger inside my ass, and that was enough to let me know what my punishment was going to be.
Viktor was set out to prove a point, and he was going to do it by finally owning all of me.
“If I have to keep you exhausted just to keep you from doing stupid shit, then that’s what I’ll do,” he threatened. “If I have to live inside you, I’ll gladly do it.”
I heard him spit on my ass, and with the additional lubricant, a second finger entered me, and my hands fisted in the sheets as a low moan escaped deep from my throat.
While the sensation felt foreign, that wasn’t a bad thing.
Granted, the fingers of his other hand were manipulating my clit like a man who knew my body expertly, so that was making quite a difference.
“I can’t wait to fuck this tight ass of yours,” he rasped, his voice sounding deeper. “I can’t wait to own every single fucking inch of you. Finally.”
Even if I’d wanted to protest or beg, I couldn’t.
My teeth were trying to bite a hole clean through my bottom lip, and my hips were already pushing back, silently giving consent.
While I wasn’t under the illusion that this wasn’t going to be painful, I still wanted it.
I wanted to experience it all, but not because I was head-over-heels in love with my husband.
Even though I had feelings for him, and even though those feelings were becoming incredibly complicated, I wanted this simply to put us on an even playing field, something that mattered if our marriage had any hopes of surviving longer than six months.
It wasn’t until he moved his hand from my clit that I finally felt the head of his dick rub up and down between my pussy lips.
The soft but firm bluntness felt warm against my sensitive flesh, and I couldn’t help but moan again whenever it hit my clit.
It was a feeling that I was familiar with, and the anticipation of what was to come had me biting down harder on my lip.
No matter what could be said about our marriage, this was the one area where I had no objections.
When Viktor finally put me out of my misery, I felt him slide inside me, slow enough to make me feel every inch of him, and I welcomed it. I welcomed how full he made me feel, and with his fingers still in my ass, Viktor had me moaning like a whore, me pushing my ass back, begging for more.
“Fuck,” he hissed behind me. “I’ll never get tired of this perfect fucking pussy.”
“Viktor...” I whimpered, my entire body trembling with every thrust, and then my elbows quickly dropped, leaving me face down and ass up, Viktor hitting me harder from behind.
“No, not tonight,” he grunted, his fingers pushing in deeper. “Tonight, you call me muzh. You call me your husband until your throat is fucking hoarse with it.”
My pussy clenched around him, his demand turning me on in a way that I’d never imagined.
It seemed as if Viktor kept taking me to new heights every time that he had me like this, and I hadn’t ever guessed that sex could be a bottomless pit of desire.
I hadn’t ever imagined that you could be taught something new every time that a man touched your body.
I’d always believed that, apart from paid porn actors and prostitutes, sex had been basic and fundamental.
My belief had explained why men cheated on their wives and why their wives looked the other way.
“Cum for me, zhena,” he demanded. “Cum for me because I need you to soak my dick before it goes into your ass.”
Another thing that I hadn’t ever considered?
How a man whispering or grunting dirty words in your ear could be such a turn on.
While respect was a necessity in my life, in this bedroom, Viktor could talk to me in any way that he wanted, and I’d take it.
As long as he was deep inside me like this, he could say whatever he wanted to me.
I also came for him just as he’d demanded. I came all over his dick like a million other times since we’d gotten married, and I didn’t regret the weakness. Right now, in this moment, I didn’t regret that Viktor could manipulate me with sex.
I regretted none of it.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “That’s fucking it.”
While I was biting down on my lip again, my entire body trembling wildly, Viktor pulled out of my pussy, then began working the head of his dick into my ass, and it made me tremble even more. There was nothing left of my body to give my husband, and he wasn’t going to ever let me forget it.
“Fuck,” he grunted once he was buried deep inside me. “I’m not going to last.”
That admission had me moaning louder for him, letting out a dark, deep, ragged breath as I pushed my hips back, letting him own me like no one else ever would. The sensation still felt foreign, but there was an added pleasure to it that had me not caring about any of the discomfort.
“You’re wrapped around me so tight, baby,” he said, his voice a distant muffle. “So fucking tight.”
I wasn’t sure how long Viktor fucked my ass, but when his fingers began digging into my hips painfully, I knew that he was close. The stretch was also no longer painful, and so I was pushing back hard, meeting each thrust with a need that had me going out of my head.
“I’m going to cum in your ass,” he warned, his voice hard. “I’m going to cum deep in your ass, and you’re going to take every fucking drop, baby.”
Nothing more was said as Viktor finally came inside of me, his hot seed coating me in a way that felt so fucking dirty and sensual at the same time.
His deep grunts were also adding to the entire experience, and as soon as he reached around to rub my clit, I was cumming again, screaming into the mattress, the level of ecstasy taking over every thought in my head, every feeling in my body.
When Viktor finally began softening inside me, that’s when the thrusts stopped, and I didn’t object when he fell on my back, then rolled us over until the man was spooning me, the both of us hot, sweaty, and out of breath.
After a few moments of silence, my eyes already heavy, I felt Viktor’s lips on the back of my shoulder before he whispered, “I love you.”
Still refusing to let him get away with trying to hurt me, I said, “Funny, because my definition of love doesn’t come with telling my husband not to wait up while I’m off fucking other men.”
I heard him let out a deep sigh before saying, “There’s no one but you, Aurora. I just said that to force something out of you that you’re obviously not ready to give.”
He wanted my love.
He wanted me to confess my feelings for him, and while I understood it, he was right; I just wasn’t ready for that right now.
I let out a tired sigh before saying, “Too bad I don’t believe you.”