Lily
It was wrong to flirt with Ivan. I feel it in my bones as he leans down in front of me, his lips moving in a hypnotic fashion as he speaks. I played with fire, and now the devil is staring me in the face, tempting me to set myself ablaze.
With all I’ve been through, I have very little to hold me back from self-destruction. Dimitri is gone, the Red Hitters apparently want to torture me for information, and I’m spending the night with a Bratva boss who clearly wants nothing more than to tear my shirt open and devour me on his velvet couch.
I can smell the smoke on his breath, and I wonder if it tastes like my mouth does, or if his experience smoking a cigar is somehow different. I imagine it’s better, but I don’t know why it would be. Maybe I just want to kiss him.
Before I can make my mind up, he makes it up for me, pressing his lips into mine. A jolt of electricity runs through me, making my toes curl and every little hair on my body stand up. I shudder, but I don’t pull away.
Ivan’s hand finds the back of the couch, allowing him to lean in and support himself as his mouth explores mine. I open up to him, and his tongue pushes in, tasting me in ways I’ve never been tasted.
No man has ever kissed me with such raw and unfiltered passion. I have goosebumps on my entire body, and I’m trembling with excitement. He was right when he said I was excited by danger. I’m reckless when I want to feel good, and getting this close to a man so evil and violent is just about as reckless as I can be.
I grab Ivan’s arm, supporting myself with his unwavering strength as waves of euphoric exhilaration hit me. It’s also an excuse to feel the bulge of his muscles underneath his tight-fitting dress shirt. They’ve been calling out to me ever since I saw him naked.
I run my fingers up the grooves of his triceps, reaching his shoulder and lingering there as I’m engulfed in a feeling of pure desire. I need him right now, and I don’t think I can wait for the bedroom.
Never before have I been so willing to give myself to a man I barely know.
Ivan’s free hand finds my face, holding my cheek as blood fills the little veins beneath my skin. His fingers are surprisingly soft, but there are calluses where they meet his palm.
He pushes his body forward, using his knees to spread my thighs. The shirt I’m wearing rides up to my belly, showing everything to him, exposing me for the hopeless slut I am tonight.
As his lips leave mine, I whimper from the loss. I need to feel him again. I want him inside of me, and that’s not something I’m willing to wait for.
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” I whisper as he unzips his pants. “Fuck me like you hate me. Please, I need it.”
He grins, his green eyes meeting mine with such intensity that I feel like I’m being burned by them. There’s cruelty there, a willingness to corrupt what he shouldn’t, but I also trust him not to take it too far. He doesn’t really want to hurt me.
“I’m going to do things to you that you couldn’t even dream of, darling,” he growls, cupping my pussy with his hand. He rubs it slowly, finding my wetness and spreading it over my labia.
I gasp at how good it feels, wetness flowing from me like a fountain. It’s almost embarrassing, like I’ve pissed myself, but I know he’s just as turned on by it as I am. I can see it by the bulge sticking out of his unzipped pants.
His underwear is thin enough to show the shape of his cock. It’s quite large, with a slight curve to it like an Egyptian sword. I’m not sure if I can fit something like that inside me, but I’m so hopelessly turned on that I’m going to try.
Ivan slides a finger into me, stroking the inside of my pussy as his other hand runs down the front of my shirt. He cups one of my breasts through the fabric until my nipple stiffens, and then he pinches it.
I jerk back, gasping at the powerful sensation.
“Don’t be so coy,” he grumbles, pulling up my shirt and grabbing my breast again. “I know there’s a filthy whore inside you. All sweet girls are really fucking sluts at heart.” He squeezes my breast, sending a shockwave of confused pleasure through my torso.
I arch my back, accepting his cruel treatment, begging him to give me more. I want to be punished for the crime of existing. I feel I’ve done something terrible by being such a burden to everyone around me, and I want Ivan to break my soul to pieces as retribution.
I don’t know why I hate myself so much, but this isn’t a therapy session. I’m not going to tell him about all the way the world has fucked me over, or even why I want him to be rough with me. The cure for my madness is purely carnal.
Raw, angry sex with a killer.
I wouldn’t expect him to use a condom, either. If he were smart, he’d at least pull out before he came, but I’m not even sure I’m going to live long enough for it to matter. I’m a target now, as he’s told me, so this could be my last night alive.
But those are all just excuses. I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I’ve already decided that the risk is worth it for something most people never get to do. Quite literally, it’s a one in eight billion chance, and I’ve hit the jackpot.
Ivan pushes another finger into me, pressing them deep and using his thumb to rub my clit.
A moan escapes my parted lips, and he chuckles. “That’s a good girl, now let’s see how quickly you lose control.”
I’ve already lost it, biting my lip to keep from screaming as waves of pleasure roll through my body. If this is what his fingers can do, I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like once he’s inside me.
“That’s right, darling, cum for me. Don’t hold back,” he says, his voice thick and hoarse.
Stars dance across my vision, colors pulsating in the corners of my eyes. Everything becomes blurry and warm, disappearing from the crystal-clear reality I once believed in and turning into a dreamlike haze of ideas. Nothing is solid. Everything breaks down as pleasure shoots through me like a bolt of lightning.
I scream Ivan’s name, but I can’t even hear my own voice anymore. Blood pumps in my ears, deafening me to everything else as I’m overtaken by such divine sweetness that I almost believe I’ve died and went to heaven.
But I know that’s not where I’m going, not when I’m willingly having sex with a Bratva boss.
A killer with hands like magic.
A weapon that uses pleasure to defeat me.
I roll my head over my shoulders, shuddering as the bliss subsides and is replaced with the dull throb of satisfaction. I can breathe again, and my vision has returned. I look down at Ivan’s underwear to see a dark spot where the tip of his cock is.
Did I do this to him? Is he really turned on so much by me that he’s leaking his seed through his underwear?
I want to grab it and feel the wetness he’s produced, but he’s already ahead of me, pulling at his waistband to free the beast between his powerful thighs. His quads flex hard as he takes his cock out, throwing it against my belly like a heavy python.
I touch it, running the tips of my nails against the incredibly soft skin. I’m amazed by how thick it is. I’ve never seen someone with so much girth before, and it makes me nervous that I’m not going to be able to take all of it.
Ivan feels no such hesitation, of course. He picks it up again, slapping it against my pussy lips and sliding it around in my wetness. “I’m not going to be able to hold back once I’m inside you,” he says, swallow hard afterward. A bead of sweat falls from his face onto my skin, and he wipes it away with his large hand. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop before I cum.”
“Then don’t,” I say, feeling a new wave of excitement as I accept the risks of what we’re about to do. “Finish inside me. I’m begging you for it, Ivan.”
“Are you… on birth control?” he asks as he guides the head of his cock down my slit.
“No, I’m not, but –” My words are stolen from my mouth as he enters me, pushing halfway inside and stretching me so good that I feel whole for the first time in my existence. I spread my legs wider, taking him in as I forget about the risks and focus solely on the incredible sensation of him inside me.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he says, another drop of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose as he concentrates on my body. His eyes wander over my thighs, up my belly. They dance between my breasts for a moment before moving up and meeting my hungry eyes.
He’s like a god above me, staring down as he rewards me for submitting to his power and grace. When he moves, the rest of the earth stands completely still in awe of his perfection. It’s difficult not to idolize him when every detail of his body is tuned to utter perfection.
I run my fingertips down his abs, feeling the deep grooves between them as he pushes deeper inside of me. How can it be that a man can have everything – a perfect body, confidence, money, and dozens of men at his command?
Make it make sense!
“Look at me, darling,” Ivan grumbles, his eyes meeting mine with fiery lust.
I’m caught in his gaze, pulled in and consumed by it like the wicked flames of a fire that’s burning out of control. Every push inside of me pulls me deeper still, and I’m lost in the pleasure, my will to resist him burning up like a tiny shred of paper.
As his hand finds my neck, applying pressure to the sides, I burst into a mind-numbing orgasm. I grab his wrist, pushing his hand harder into my throat as I writhe in pleasure, driven insane by it and wanting to feel everything with even more intensity.
Ivan doesn’t hold back. He squeezes just to the point where I start to feel like it could be risky before letting go. I shudder and gasp for air as waves of euphoria wash over me, a light tingling overtaking my hands and feet.
“Open your mouth,” he growls, grabbing me again and pulling me toward him.
I obey him, opening wide and letting him spit onto my tongue.
“Swallow,” he demands, letting go of me.
I swallow his spit, imagining it’s the cum he’s about to pump inside of me. The fantasy turns me on so much that I feel another orgasm bubbling up from my core. I tilt my head back and ride the new waves, my pussy contracting on his cock and making Ivan moan.
“God, you feel so good,” he says, grabbing my waist and thrusting faster. “I’m not going to be able to… Fuck... I’m really not going to be able to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, grabbing his thick forearm and digging my nails into it. “Cum inside. Just let it all go.”
His face scrunches up, and then I see a deepness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before, shrinking immediately to pinpricks of pure visceral concentration. His instincts take over, and he slams into me, cumming deep inside.
I feel every throb of his cock as it stretches me, every pump of cum that risks getting me pregnant. I try not to like it, but it’s an addicting feeling to be bred by such a beastly man.
I lift my feet up, using them to press his hips forward and take him deeper inside. “Fill me up with babies,” I whisper.
My face flushes hot when I realize I said it loud enough for him to hear, but it doesn’t throw him off in the slightest. If anything, he seems to cum harder at the possibility of getting me pregnant.
In my head, I’m begging him for more, moaning for him to breed me like a fertile whore, but I have the sense to stay silent this time. It’s all in my head, and that’s where it should stay. I’ve taken enough risks with him already.