Chapter 3 Konstantin #2
"Because I've been watching you for eleven months. Because I know what books you read. Because I've seen the way you look at me in the coffee shop—like you're scared and fascinated and turned on all at once."
"Stop."
"Why? It's true." I pull back to look at her. "I kidnapped you. Drugged you. Brought you to a house full of criminals. Made you lie to my family. And you are so fucking wet right now you can barely stand it."
She slaps me.
The sound cracks through the room.
I don't move. Just look at her with my cheek stinging and my cock hard and my control hanging by a thread.
"Feel better?" I ask.
"No." Tears are streaming down her face now. "Nothing about this is better. I should be calling the police. I should be fighting you with everything I have. But instead I'm standing here wanting you to—" She stops, biting her lip hard.
"Wanting me to what?"
"Fuck me." It comes out broken, anguished. "I want you to fuck me and I hate myself for it and I hate you for making me want it but I can't stop!"
I don't let her finish. I kiss her hard, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip bruisingly tight. She makes a sound against my mouth—half sob, half moan—and then she's kissing me back with everything she has.
Desperate. Hungry. Eleven months of tension exploding between us.
"Tell me to stop," I growl against her mouth. "Tell me no and I'll walk away right now."
She pulls back just enough to look at me. Her eyes are wet but determined.
"Don't you dare stop."
I strip her clothes off roughly, not bothering with finesse. Buttons pop. Fabric tears. She's helping, pulling at her own shirt, shimming out of her jeans with shaking hands.
When she's down to her bra and panties, I stop to look at her. Smooth skin. Soft curves. The slight tremble in her limbs. The way her chest heaves with each breath. The damp spot already visible on her white panties.
"You're perfect," I breathe. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
"Konstantin."
I hook my fingers in her panties and drag them down her legs. She's bare underneath, and the sight of her pussy, pink and wet and untouched, makes my cock throb painfully in my pants.
"Look at you," I murmur, running one finger through her folds. She gasps. "So wet. So ready. Have you ever touched yourself here thinking about me?"
Her face flames red but she nods.
"Say it."
"Yes," she whispers. "I've touched myself thinking about you."
"Good girl." I circle her clit slowly, watching her eyes flutter. "What did you imagine?"
"I—I can't—"
"Tell me or I stop."
"You taking me," she gasps as my finger finds the perfect rhythm. "Making me yours. Being rough with me. Doing all the things the men in my books do."
"Fuck." I slip one finger inside her. She's tight. So fucking tight. "Like this?"
"Yes!"
"You're virgin tight, aren't you?" I work my finger deeper, feeling her inner walls clench around me. "No one's ever been inside you."
She shakes her head, beyond words now.
I add a second finger. She cries out, her back arching off the bed.
"That's it. Take my fingers. Get used to the stretch." I'm pumping them slowly, scissoring them apart, preparing her. "Because my cock is going to be so much bigger. So much thicker. It's going to hurt at first."
"I don't care—"
"I know you don't." I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "You want it to hurt a little, don't you? Want to feel me claiming you. Breaking you in."
"Yes—please—Konstantin—"
I pull my fingers out. She whimpers at the loss. I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, tasting her for the first time.
Sweet. Perfect. Mine.
"Strip," I command, gesturing to her bra.
She reaches behind herself with shaking hands and unhooks it. The bra falls away, revealing small, perfect breasts with pink nipples already hard and begging for attention.
I've imagined this moment for eleven months. Imagined what she'd look like naked and wanting underneath me. The reality is so much better than the fantasy.
I strip off my own clothes quickly. Watch her eyes go wide when she sees my cock—thick, hard, already leaking precum.
"That's not going to—" She swallows. "That's too big."
"It'll fit." I kneel between her thighs, spreading her legs wide. "Your body was made for this. Made for me. We just have to prove it."
I lean down and lick through her folds. She practically levitates off the bed.
"Konstantin!"
"Shh. Let me taste you first." I lap at her pussy, savoring every drop of her arousal. Circle her clit with my tongue. Suck it gently.
She's writhing now, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer even as she tries to pull away from the intensity.
"Too much—I can't—"
"You can." I push two fingers back inside her while I work her clit with my mouth. "You're going to come on my tongue first. Then you're going to come on my cock."
"I don't know if I can—"
"You will."
I work her relentlessly. Fingers pumping. Tongue circling. Until she's gasping and shaking and right on the edge.
"Come for me," I command against her pussy. "Now."
She comes with a scream, her virgin body learning what pleasure feels like. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers hard enough to hurt. I work her through it, licking up every drop of her release.
When she finally stops shaking, I position myself at her entrance. My cock is so hard it hurts. "Now comes the part where I claim you."
I push just the tip inside. Feel the resistance immediately.
She's so fucking tight.
"Breathe," I tell her.
"I am."
"Look at me."
Her eyes meet mine. Dark. Trusting despite everything.
"Are you a virgin?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.
"Yes."
"Fuck." The word comes out reverent. "You saved yourself."
"Not on purpose. I just never—I never wanted anyone before—"
"Before me."
"Before you."
Something primal roars to life in my chest. Mine. She's mine. No one else has touched her. No one else ever will.
"This is going to hurt," I warn her.
"I know. I want it anyway." Her hands grip my shoulders. "I want you to be my first. My only."
"I will be." I lean down, kiss her hard. "Your first. Your last. The only man who will ever know what you feel like inside."
I push deeper. Feel her body resist. Feel the barrier that proves she's mine.
"Konstantin!"
"Breathe through it." Another inch. "You're taking me so well. Such a good girl. Opening up for my cock."
She whimpers but she's not telling me to stop. She's pulling me closer, her nails digging into my back.
One more thrust and I'm inside. Buried to the hilt inside her virgin pussy.
She cries out. I feel her tense around me, her body adjusting to the intrusion.
"You okay?" I force myself to stay still even though every instinct is screaming at me to move.
"It hurts," she gasps.
"I know. Give it a minute."
I look down at where we're joined. See the slight streak of blood on my cock. Physical proof that I took something no one else had.
"You're bleeding a little," I tell her.
"Is that bad?"
"No. It's fucking perfect." I pull out slightly and push back in, watching my cock disappear into her pussy. "It means you're completely mine now. Your virginity. Your body. Your pleasure. All mine."
She's starting to relax now, her inner walls adjusting to my size. "Move. Please move."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I need—"
I start moving. Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that let her feel every inch of me.
"That's it," I groan. "Fuck, you feel incredible. So tight. So hot. Like you were made specifically for my cock."
"Harder," she gasps.
"You sure? You're still adjusting."
"I don't care. I want to feel it. Want to feel you claiming me."
That's all the permission I need.
I start fucking her properly. Deep, hard strokes that make the bed frame shake. She's crying out with each thrust, but she's meeting me movement for movement, her body learning the rhythm instinctively.
"This pussy is mine," I growl in her ear. "Say it."
"It's yours."
"Who does it belong to?"
"You! Konstantin! Only you!"
"That's right. Only me. I'm the first man inside you. I'll be the last. I'm going to fuck this pussy every single day for the rest of your life."
"Yes—oh god, yes!"
I reach between us, find her swollen clit. She's so sensitive from her first orgasm that just a few circles of my thumb has her gasping.
"You're going to come on my cock now. Your first vaginal orgasm. And you're going to remember forever that I gave it to you." I'm slamming into her now, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her see stars. "Come for me, Jemma. Show me this pussy is mine."
She comes apart, sobbing my name. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice. It's too much. The feeling of her virgin walls milking my cock pushes me over the edge.
"Fuck, I'm going to come—"
"Yes! Inside me—please!"
I bury myself to the hilt and explode. Pump load after load of cum deep inside her virgin pussy. Marking her. Claiming her. Breeding her. When I finally stop shaking, I look down at her. She's wrecked. Hair messed. Eyes glazed. My cum and her blood on her thighs.
Perfect.
"Don't pull out," she whispers.
"I'm not." I grind deeper, making sure every drop stays inside her. "I'm going to stay buried in you until I'm hard again. Then I'm going to fuck you again. And again. Until your body knows who it belongs to."
"I already know," she breathes.
"Good." I kiss her softly. "Because you're mine now. Completely. Forever." I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. "Mine to keep. Mine to breed. Mine to love."
"Love?" She stares at me.
"I've been obsessed with you for eleven months. Did you think it was just physical?"
She doesn't answer. Just looks at me with wide, confused eyes.
I pull out slowly. Cum immediately starts leaking out. I scoop it up with my fingers and push it back inside her.
"Can't waste a drop," I murmur.
"You're insane."
"And you love it." I roll us onto our sides, keeping her close. "Admit it."
She's quiet for a long time. Then: "I think I might be insane too."
"Good." I pull her against my chest. "We'll be insane together."
"What happens now?"
"Now? Now you sleep. Tomorrow, we have Christmas preparations. You smile at my family. You let them fall in love with you. And every night, you let me fuck you until you can't remember why you wanted to leave."
"And after five days?"
"After five days, you'll beg me not to take you home."
She's here.
She's mine.
And I'm never letting her go.