Chapter 12 #3
“Tell me that you want this,” he murmured, “Or I’ll walk out that door right now.” Anastasia looked up at him. They barely held onto their restraint, eyeing each other with fury and an aggression they reserved only for each other.
“Say it,” he demanded again, “Or I’m leaving.”
“Fuck you!”
“I will, if you say it.”
“Fuck… I want it!” Anastasia admitted, throwing her arms around his neck as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Mikhail caught her, crushing them together in a tight embrace and walking towards the bed.
He dropped Anastasia down onto the edge of the mattress, immediately rucking all her skirts around her waist and pulling her undergarments down.
She sat up, chest heaving, pulling at the strings of her corset until her breasts were free. She fussed with the back of it, making sure it stayed on to cover her scars. Mikhail made a guttural noise, pushing her back onto the bed and biting down on her nipple.
“Oh God,” Anastasia moaned, falling back onto the mattress and wrapping her legs around his torso. He switched back and forth between her breasts relentlessly.
He paid attention to her like a man truly possessed, each bite and sting followed by a hot and soothing glide of his tongue. Her hands flew to his hair, tugging it out of the knot and raking her fingers across his scalp.
“Anya,” Mikhail moaned, coming up for air and leaving a trail of kisses up her neck. “What do you want?” His hands started moving up her thighs dangerously slowly, teasing her.
“I want you to touch me, you fool,” she moaned, tossing her head back as he resumed his leisurely pace, getting closer and closer to where she really wanted him.
“Fine,” he shook his head, nipping at her jaw. “We’ll do it your way then.” Anastasia gasped at the sudden departure of Mikhail’s body as he backed off the bed and stood over her. He had a smirk on his face that sent heat straight to her core.
Mikhail kneeled and hooked his arms around Anastasia’s legs, tossing them over his shoulders, scooting her to the edge of the bed.
She gasped, the air heavy around her as she thought about how none of her previous trysts compared. They were quick, hurried affairs that never left her as breathless as the sight of Mikhail between her legs.
He dropped his head to taste her, the stubble burning against her thighs in a delicious heat that threatened to burn Anastasia alive.
She was slick and ready against him, her hands sliding back in his hair, tugging roughly. He devoured her like a man crazed, latching on to her clit and savoring it.
“Fuck, Mikhail,” Anastasia nearly screamed, her back arching off the bed, her lifted hips allowing Mikhail to slide two fingers inside of her.
“Watch that mouth, Anya,” he chuckled, the reverberations of his voice against her nearly sending Anastasia over the edge. “It is still technically the lord’s day.”
“Oh God,” she moaned again as he crooked his fingers inside of her in a way that had Anastasia’s legs locking around him. His other hand came up to her hip, anchoring her down as he dipped his head back and delivered another long lick up her center.
“Does it feel this good when you do it, Anya?” he laughed, enjoying the blissed-out expression on her face with a quiet, male satisfaction. He was trying to ignore how painfully hard the taste of her made him.
“You bastard,” she grunted, her insult getting cut off as Mikhail gently slipped a third finger into her and began to move them at a devastating rhythm. She couldn’t help but join him, rocking her hips against his mouth.
“Answer me,” he murmured again, pulling his head up from her and licking his lip obscenely, her wetness shining in his beard. “Does it feel this good when you do it?” His fingers kept going, his thumb replacing his lips on her clit.
“Oh — oh,” she fisted the sheets and struggled to catch her breath, “Touch me, please.”
“Answer me first, Anya. Be a good girl and answer the question.”
“You fucking—” She was cut off when he leaned down and bit her hipbone, making her squirm against the pain.
“I’m just being a good tutor,” he murmured against her skin. “Answer the question, malyshka.” His fingers had slowed to a dangerous place that was balancing Anastasia on the edge.
“Fine!” She screamed, nearly shaking off the bed, “No, no, it doesn’t feel as good when I do it. Now touch me, you mother fucker!”
Mikhail leaned up and crashed into her, a kiss that was possessive and biting. “Yes, your grace,” he chuckled before kneeling at the edge of the bed and resuming sucking on her clit and picking up the speed of his fingers.
It didn’t take long for Anastasia to come fast and hard, her vision nearly going out as her legs locked around Mikhail. He gripped her thigh and kept fingering her through the throes of her orgasm, watching her fall back on the bed.
He gently removed himself from her and stood up, staring at her as he licked his fingers, savoring her taste.
“Well?” Anastasia looked up at him, panting and flushed, waiting for him. Mikhail shook his head.
“That’s all for tonight,” his voice took on a dark tone as Anastasia looked up at him in shock. She could clearly see the outline of his heavy cock against his thigh, hard and ready.
“You want to keep your distance,” he sneered, arching a brow. “And if I fuck you, Anastasia,” the words sent a shiver up her spine, “I won’t be able to stay away.”
Anastasia stared after him, unable to say a word. He grabbed his shirt off the floor, tied up his hair, and left the room.
She heard his heavy footsteps down the stairs until the sound faded completely. She was alone and half-dressed, lying on the bed, and wondering how they were going to survive each other.