Chapter 15 Maddie #3
He groans and kisses me harder while standing up and taking me with him.
I wrap my arms and legs around him and give his top lip a hard enough bite to make him growl and cup my bare ass in a tight grip as he carries me inside.
Somehow he manages to get us to the bedroom, although I have no memory of how it happened.
I’m too lost in the taste and feel of him.
My body is still reeling from the orgasms he just gave me and from the sweet proposal, but I can tell by the hungry way his hands are roaming over me that he’s not going to go easy on me.
As soon as he sets me down, he’s pulling the dress over my head, unclasping my bra and sliding my sandals off before letting his suit jacket fall to the floor.
I work on unbuttoning the white dress shirt while he undoes his pants.
His eyes grow darker with each passing second, and by the time he’s naked, he looks as feral as he did the night he chased me and fucked me in the woods.
I take a step back, running my eyes over his hard body, the tattoos and scars that decorate his tanned skin.
He’s breathing heavily, and his cock is hard and jutting out towards me in a way that makes my pussy instinctively clench from a mix of raw need and a little bit of fear.
A devilish grin plays at his lips when he takes a step forward, and I take a step back.
“Not much room to run in here, kiska, and nothing is going to keep me from fucking my fiancée.”
I smile, because god do I like the sound of that.
“I need to fuck you as much as possible, because you’re not going to be my fiancée for long.”
“I’m not?”
“No, baby, I want to marry you as soon as possible, and then I’m going to spend the rest of my life fucking my sweet wife.”
He quickly closes the distance between us, fisting my hair in his hand and resting his other one across my stomach.
“And I can’t wait to see you swollen with our baby, kiska.
” His thumb caresses my skin as he fists my hair tighter, pulling my head back and bringing his lips close to mine.
“No part of your body is off limits to me. I will own all of it, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing it’s already true.
Every part of me is already his. I think I gave him everything the first time I saw him and he turned those whiskey eyes on me and chased me like a psycho.
It may be fucked up, but not everyone gets the quirky, sweet meet cute.
Some of us crave something a bit darker.
Some of us crave a devil instead of a hero.
“Get on the bed, kiska, and spread those pretty thighs for me.”
He gives my bottom lip a soft bite before letting me go, watching me hurry up onto the bed with a wicked grin playing at his lips.
Keeping myself propped up on my elbows, I put the soles of my feet on the bed and spread my knees.
Stepping closer, he lazily strokes his cock, watching me with a hungry look that has my heart racing and every part of me on high alert.
I’m very well aware that I’m the little bunny who’s just willing thrown herself into the path of the big bad wolf, and I can’t fucking wait to be devoured.
“So fucking beautiful.”
His voice is low, his accent thick, and when he positions himself on top of me, I’m more than ready for him.
Bracing one forearm by my head, he keeps his other hand gripping his shaft, guiding the head of his cock along my slit, coating himself in my arousal and teasing the hell out of me.
I rock my hips, eager for more, but all he does is slow down, dragging his thick head over my clit in long, slow strokes that leave me gasping for air.
“Volodya,” I beg, digging my nails into his back.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He gives my top lip a lazy lick like he has all the time in the fucking world.
“Please fuck me.” I barely recognize the raspy sound of my own voice, but the need behind the words is painfully obvious. I don’t care. I’d crawl across the floor on my hands and knees for this man, begging him to fuck me.
He smiles against my lips and presses his thick head against my slit. “My little kiska is always so hungry.”
“Yes,” I pant. “So stop being so goddamn stubborn and give me what I need.”
His deep laugh fills the room, making me wish I’d kept my damn mouth shut, because the look in his eyes makes it clear that I’m not the one who gives the orders around here.
He looks amused that I tried, though. Circling his hips, he runs his wet head over me once more, hitting my clit exactly where I need him to before stopping and pinning me to the bed with his weight so I can feel the thick length of him against me, but I can’t do a goddamn thing to use it to push myself over the edge.
“God, you’re mean,” I whine, which only makes him laugh harder.
“You’re about to find out just how mean I can be, sweetheart.”
His lips trail a line along my jaw as he runs his hands over my arms, pinning my wrists to the bed so I’m completely at his mercy.
I let out a shaky breath when his teeth graze the skin of my neck before he gives me a hard enough bite to make me gasp.
He licks and kisses away the pain and circles his hips again, flooding me with a quick rush of pleasure before pinning me down again.
When his mouth reaches my tit and he runs his tongue over me, I let out a mewling sound of such raw need that I think it surprises even him. He gives my nipple a hard suck before lifting his head to meet my eyes.
“Don’t worry, kiska. I’ll let you come.” He gives me a wicked grin and circles his hips again. “Eventually.”
I’d beg some more if I could find the words, but he brings his mouth to my breast again, and I lose the ability to speak.
All I can do is lay my head back and take what he’s giving me.
He keeps me on the edge of release for what feels like hours.
I lose all concept of time. Nothing else exists except the wet heat of his mouth on my skin and, when he allows it, the slow, wet slide of his length over my clit.
By the time he lifts up and presses his head against my slit, tears are falling and my whole body is shaking.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my lips before letting go of my wrists and kissing me hard as he slams into me in one hard thrust, spreading me wide and filling me so goddamn full that my body has no choice but to explode.
My vision darkens as the force of the orgasm after being denied it for so long consumes me.
My back arches up, and my body tenses as my nails dig into his skin while I moan his name into our kiss.
He growls and fucks me harder, prolonging the orgasm until I can barely breathe and my heart is racing so fast I can feel it beating against my chest. My pussy clenches around him, urging him to let go with me, but he growls something in Russian and refuses to give in.
When I can breathe again, I cup his face and look into his eyes.
The pupils are blown, making them look darker than normal, and the raw hunger in them confuses me even more.
“Why did you hold back?”
“Because I’m not coming in your pussy, sweetheart.” He grins and runs his fingers down my cheek. “I’m coming in your ass.”
My eyes widen at his words as the fear starts to creep in.
His lips ghost over mine, hovering there so I can feel the heat of his breath when he whispers, “Remember how good my fingers felt, baby?”
“Yes.” I shiver at the memory of him fucking me while fingering my ass. It had felt good, damn good actually.
“I need you to trust me, and give your body completely over to me.”
“I do trust you.” As scared as I am, I do trust him, and I know he’d never hurt me beyond what I can take, beyond what I want to take.
Sliding out of me, he looks down and says, “Hands and knees, baby.”
I do as he says, gripping the bedding beneath my hands, already feeling exposed and on display. I hear the nightstand drawer, but I’m too nervous to look behind me to see what he’s doing. His hand runs down my back, sliding along my spine before cupping one of my ass cheeks.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, and I swear my back arches like a damn cat, basking in his praise. “So fucking perfect.”
His hand leaves me, and when he brings it back, his fingers are coated in lube. He runs them over my puckered hole, teasing me and getting me ready for him. With a groan, he slowly slides one finger in.
“That’s right, baby, just relax for me.”
I take in a steadying breath and nod my head before he slides his finger all the way into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls, fingering me faster, filling the room with the erotic sounds that are so damn naughty in the best way possible. When I start to rock my hips, he gives my ass a sharp smack and slowly slides a second finger in.
“Oh god,” I moan when he speeds up, stretching me and getting me ready for something much bigger.
“That’s right, kiska. I am your god, but I’m also your devil and I’m going to give you every dark thing you’ve always secretly wanted but never dared to speak. I’m going to be your everything, just like you are for me.”
Sliding his fingers out, he gives my ass one more sharp spank, pulling a moan from me that has nothing to do with pain or fear and everything to do with how badly I want to give him this last part of myself, the part I’ve never given to anyone else.
When he grabs onto my hips, I clutch the bedding even tighter and try like hell to not tense my body.
Gripping my cheeks, he spreads me even wider and presses the head of his cock against my ass. He’s coated himself in lube to make this as easy for me as possible.
“I’ve got you, kiska.” He presses harder against me, and my body immediately rebels, tightening up even though I want to let him in. He gives a soft laugh. “This ass is mine, sweetheart. Your body’s about to learn that.”