Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
ARTEM
"I —" She gasped as I reached around her, sliding my hand into the neck of her shirt and pinching her nipple. I already knew how sensitive they were, and I had no problem using her body against her.
It was only fair. My cock had been hard since she marched into my office.
"Tell me," I said as I placed a kiss on the crook of her neck, then a small bite, just to watch the goose bumps spread across the delicate flesh.
"I wanted to make you let me go," she said. "To prove I was more trouble than I was worth."
"You're a lot of trouble, princess. But your worth has yet to be determined." I ran my hand from her thigh to her ass. "And what do you want now?"
"I want to not want you," she said as my hand slipped around to her front and undid the button of her pants.
"That's probably true," I laughed, reaching into her panties and running the tip of my finger over her slit. "You're soaking wet."
"And you're hard." She pressed back into my cock like she needed to prove a point.
"I’ll ask again. Do you still want to berate me? Or would you rather I just fuck you?"
I let go of her hair, assuming she was finally going to behave.
"That's the difference between us. My body may respond to you, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to it."
She pushed me back and tried to make a run for it. It wasn't so easy with the silky material of her pants sliding down her legs and tangling at her feet, almost tripping her.
I grabbed her again by the hair, kicked off her pants, and slammed her against the wall.
"Stop fighting this."
"No," she said, and I crushed my lips to hers again, tasting her anger, her need.
I thrust my hand back in her panties, this time going straight for her clit. She bucked and swore, but I felt the truth and as I thrust my fingers deep inside her, that sweet cunt gripped me hard.
"Be a good girl. Stop fighting and beg for my cock, and I will consider letting you come before I fuck you. If you keep fighting, I'll just take your ass."
She froze. That got her attention.
"You wouldn't."
"I would, and I'll fucking love it." I pulled my fingers out and slid them further back, circling her tight little hole.
She whimpered but relaxed in my hold.
With one hand, I ripped off her panties, leaving the wet lace on the floor with her pants, and swung us back around to my desk, laying her on her back.
I thrust my fingers deep inside of her again, her inner walls clenching on them.
She was tight, too tight.
I didn't feel the resistance of her innocence, but it had clearly been a long time since she was with a man, and I would bet every ruble in my empire that man didn’t have any idea what he was doing.
I curled my fingers, finding that sweet spot inside her that caused her back to arch and a strangled moan to escape her lips despite her best efforts to remain silent.
"All you have to do is beg for my cock," I said again, my voice rough with need as I twisted my wrist, working my fingers deeper. "Just get on your knees and beg me like a good girl and I'll make all your pretty dreams come?—"
My words were cut off when her palm connected with my face again, the crack of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. The hit was surprisingly strong given how close we were, a burst of pain blooming across my cheek.
The heat of her handprint branded me. I knew there would be a livid red mark forming there.
"I'm not your whore," she spat, her eyes flashing with a fury so intense it was almost blinding.
Her chest heaved with exertion, the tops of her breasts flushed a delicate pink that I wanted to taste. She was beyond pissed, something daring dancing behind her eyes.
And that slap had shredded the last tattered remnants of my patience.
"You are whatever the fuck I say you are," I growled so low it was barely human.
I withdrew my fingers from her heat and wrapped both hands around her waist, lifting her as if she weighed nothing and throwing her over my shoulder in one fluid motion.
She screamed in outrage as I carried her into the bedroom, her fists pounding on my back, her nails raking down my skin through my shirt, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I delivered one hard slap to her still-bruised ass, my palm connecting with the tender flesh in a satisfying crack, and she bucked like a wild horse, nearly toppling us both.
Her struggles only ended when I threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing once on the mattress before she tried to scramble away to the edge of the bed.
I grabbed her ankle and dragged her back with one hand while unzipping my fly with the other. The marks I had left across her ass the other night practically glowed against her porcelain skin. A few of them had faded, but others would bruise.
When those faded, I would leave fresh ones. Constant reminders of who she belonged to.
She rolled to her back, her bare pussy glistening with her slick as she kicked at me.
I caught hold of her shin and stepped in between her legs, fisting my cock.
"Beg me for it," I said, letting go of her leg and pressing my thumb against her clit.
"Fuck you," she cried, but her thighs opened for me.
"All in due time."
I gripped the neck of her shirt and tore it from her body. All she had on was a lace bra in a dark maroon that did nothing to hide the pale ivory of her breasts or the blushing pink of her hard nipples.
I let out a low groan as I grabbed for it, releasing the front clasp and ripping the bra off her as well.
She swore, but she was still panting, her eyes blown wide and her sweet cunt still slick and wanting.
"Beg me, and I will make you come on my fingers and my tongue before I fuck you."
It was my last offer. My cock was so hard I could feel it pulse, and my balls ached, demanding release.
"I don't beg," she said, and she tried to back away from me again.
With both hands, I snared her hips and flipped her so that her perfect, bruised ass was in the air and then I pressed inside of her.
Fuck.
I knew she was tight, but she gripped me like a fucking vise. Already milking me.
Viktoria didn't scream. She didn't swear. Instead, she let out a low, deep moan of pleasure that vibrated through her body and straight into mine, the sound primal and raw.
Her back arched like a bow as I filled her, her knuckles white where they gripped the sheets.
She was impossibly tight, her inner walls clenching around my cock with a pressure that bordered on painful, but she took all of me—every inch—like she was made for this, made for me.
I dragged out slowly, watching with fascination as her body clung to mine, reluctant to let go.
Then I pushed back in deeper, harder, the slick glide of her arousal easing my way. Over and over, I established a rhythm calculated to drive her mad, keeping my pace deliberately slow and controlled.
Every thrust was measured, designed to make her feel every centimeter of my invasion.
Viktoria wasn't having it. Impatient, desperate, she widened her knees, the movement spreading her further open to me, letting me slide in deeper than before.
She pushed up onto her hands too, her spine a perfect curve, and rocked back against me on her knees, trying to set her own frantic pace.
I slapped her ass hard, the sharp crack of my palm against her flesh echoing in the room.
Her cunt pulsed around my cock in immediate response, clenching down so tight I saw stars. A fresh wave of her arousal coated me as I pressed my hand to the center of her back and held her down, forcing her chest back to the mattress, reminding her who was in control.
"You want me to fuck you hard and fast, you have to beg."
I was in control of this situation, not her, and I wasn't going to let her come until she begged like a good girl.
"Never," she spat.
So I spat too. I spat on her tight little asshole before pressing my thumb down.
That stopped her. She squeezed me tighter, but she stopped trying to take control.
"Has anyone ever taken you here, princess?" I asked, keeping my slow, steady rhythm.
"No," she gasped. "Please."
"Please what?"
She didn't answer, so I pressed a little harder.
"Tell me what you want," I coaxed.
Her pussy was so wet, her juices dripped down my cock to my balls. She was quivering around me, and I knew she was right there. Just like I knew my slow, steady thrusts dragging in and out of her would keep her on the edge but never push her over.
"Please, fuck me. Make me come."
I considered teasing her a little longer, but I couldn't wait either. Taking my thumb away from her ass, I grabbed both of her hips and held her still while I fucked her hard and fast.
"Oh, god," she moaned as she buried her head into my blankets.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back up.
"I want to hear every single sound I pull from your body."
It was so fucking hard to hold on, but I would be damned if I came before she screamed my name.
She spread her thighs more, arching her back, taking me deeper as she got hotter and tighter.
"Tell me who fucking owns you," I demanded.
"No one," she said, still defiant.
I fucked her harder, brutally slamming as deep as I could.
"Who fucking owns you," I yelled.
Still she didn't answer. I slapped her ass, pulled her hair harder; still no response other than a fresh hot spill of her juices running down my balls.
I pressed my thumb to her ass again, breaching the tight little hole. "A spanking didn't work, so your next punishment will be me slamming my cock into this tight virgin ass."
"You do," she cried. "You fucking own me. Is that what you want to hear?"
Her thighs shook against me, as I leaned down and whispered, "Good girl," in her ear.
I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. I let her hair go and reached around to her clit. Two quick taps was all it took for her body to seize and her thighs to tremble as she screamed my name.
With a guttural roar, I followed her over the edge, my hips jerking erratically as I emptied myself inside her.
The orgasm tore through me with such force that my vision whited out for a moment, my entire body seized in a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
My heart thundered against my ribs as if trying to break free, blood rushing in my ears as waves of ecstasy continued to crash over me.
I collapsed over her, careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms, my chest heaving against her back.
Her skin was slick with sweat, our bodies fused together by heat and exertion. I could feel her heart racing in tandem with mine, could feel the tremors still running through her limbs.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
She was fire and fury, defiance and desire, a storm I wanted to lose myself in again and again.
I pressed my lips to the nape of her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, and knew with absolute certainty: I would never let her leave my bed.