Chapter 11 #3
While we were still in a vacuum, the sound of traffic below picked up in intensity, the sun cresting in the sky. The room was illuminated in bright orange, the warmth a strange aphrodisiac.
When he pushed me down again, I rose up from the bed, the anticipation of what he would do killing me.
He knew exactly how to drive me crazy, keeping me on the edge until he finally rubbed his throbbing cock against my aching bottom.
What wasn’t aching? Every touch had lit my body on fire, every kiss burning a hole right through me.
As the tip of his cock was finally pressed against my pussy, I held my breath.
He took his time, pushing in only an inch.
Then another. Then another. The fact he was taking his time, once again highlighting that inside the massive, powerful, controlling man there was some sense of decency was as offensive as how much my body and soul hungered for his touch.
How could I?
The question wouldn’t be answered on such a beautiful day. Whatever reason fate had brought us together was driving us into a situation we couldn’t back away from.
Including the intense hunger.
I was so tense I could no longer feel my legs and when he finally thrust every inch inside, I was lost in a sea of sheer joy.
When he pulled almost all the way out, there was such an emptiness that I whined in response. Words spoken in Russian were followed by another brutal thrust. Then another. Already out of breath, the instant he placed the tip against my asshole, I stiffened, a moan slipping past my lips.
He raked his nails down my spine while pushing his cockhead just inside. There was no other sound coming from him, the silence as unnerving as everything else.
I made up for the lack of noise with my heavy breathing while ripping at the bedding. Finally, another dark and dangerous chuckle allowed me to know he was still alive.
And very… very hungry.
With each inch driven inside, I was pushed further into being lightheaded, licking my dry lips to try to control anything. My body. My emotions. My reaction. Nothing was working the way it should, my muscles so stiff my chest was constricted.
“Ne nuzhno boyat’sya. YA ne prichinyu tebe vreda.”
“What? I gasped, clawing the sheets while still hoping to catch my breath. Yes, the guttural sounds of his native language were strangely soothing even in their reminder I was being held prisoner.
“I said there is no need to be frightened. I won’t hurt you.”
If only I could be so certain. Every brush of his fingertips pulled me into a quiet lull, every whispered word keeping me just on the cusp of sheer ecstasy.
Another inch was pushed inside. Then he thrust the remainder into my ass and I threw my head back, gasping from the sight of vivid stars in every color of the rainbow bursting in my periphery of vision.
It was a cataclysm, a spectacle of light without sound, another freeing moment.
Again and again he pounded into me, rocking the bed while I struggled to meet every brutal thrust. There was no telling how long he continued the rhythm, building a momentum that kept me enraptured.
When he leaned over, allowing me to feel the full weight of his body, a deep breath escaped my lungs. He wrapped his arms around me, cupping both breasts while still thrusting long and hard.
I was blindsided by the increasing need, no longer the woman from before. I was one so lost in the moment that I barely recognized my own voice as I begged for more.
“Fuck me, Kirill. I need more. Please. More.”
His hot breath sliding across my neck twisted my insides, his deep chuckle before biting my ear more intimate, even more sinful than what we were doing. Fucking. Like wild animals.
As if we didn’t have a care in the world.
Still breathless, I pounded one fist on the bed while he gave me exactly what I needed.
Hard, insane fucking.
The pain of having my ass brutally fucked was everything I needed.
Just to feel alive.
Only this man had known instinctively what I required.
To be taken.
To be used.
To feel alive again.
When he reached under me, sliding his fingers across my clit, I couldn’t hold back a scream any longer. I bucked wildly, no longer capable of controlling myself. He was as excited as I’d become, his body molding perfectly against mine.
We were hot together, our bodies sizzling, his sweat combining with mine.
His fingers worked magic, pinching my nipple, twisting until the pain was blinding. The other hand creating such bliss that I was caught off guard, my voice no longer audible. The combination was euphoric, a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
Panting, my entire body writhed as he continued his full domination of a woman who’d never wanted something so forbidden before.
Every sound he made, every growl coming from deep within his chest added to the moment.
We were both crazed, rocking hard and fast, no longer capable of seeing right from wrong.
Or the filthy sin that would drag us to hell.
There was only this moment.
And the two of us.
As soon as he pinched my clit with his fingers, I screamed again, laughing almost immediately as I realized my neighbors were getting a morning musical, something that had never happened in this apartment.
The loopy smile remained as Kirill played my body like an instrument, knowing when to speed up and slow down. Breathless and aching, I no longer had any control over my body.
Oh, God.
As an orgasm swept through me, pulling me into a swirling motion where no light or sound existed, I reveled in being so lost. So helpless.
So pleasured.
I’d barely recovered when he yanked us both up to our knees, grinding into me as he held one hip with his fingers digging in, still tormenting my pussy.
I threw my arm back, managing to curl my fingers in his thick strands of hair as I leaned my full weight against him.
The heat was even more explosive, the scent of our combined yearning intense.
We rocked together, harder. Faster. The need increasing. The desire never waning.
Panting. Groaning.
His fingers were exploring, flexing open until I was biting back one scream after another.
So good.
So hot.
So…
And still he fucked me.
Longer.
Harder.
His breath skipping my neck and shoulder seconds before he bit just above my pulse, holding my skin in his teeth.
Telling me in no uncertain terms he had my life in his hands.
There was a moment when I knew when he was ready to explode, his muscles slowly tensing one at a time, his actions slowing as if his mind was trying to hold on.
But as I’d experienced, there was no way to fight the inevitable, fulfilling something so insatiable it became the most powerful drug in the world.
His moan was long and deep and as I squeezed my muscles, I cinched my eyes shut. The bastard had stripped me of any capability of refusing him.
Taking me higher.
Taking me harder.
I’d been fucked in the ass before, but I’d never had an orgasm nor had I enjoyed with every ounce of my being.
Shock as my body began to convulse pitched me forward. Yet he caught me, keeping the full weight of his heated body against mine, his fingers stroking my pussy. I clawed his leg with one hand, twisting the fingers of my other in his hair as the high became even higher.
He was a maestro, playing my body perfectly, pushing harder until the ecstasy almost became too much to bear.
My skin was seared, my core scorched from the fire nearly consuming me.
Gasping, I couldn’t catch my breath.
But he refused to stop, slamming into me with such ferocity, I cried out as if in pain.
The feel of his cock as it throbbed, building, the heat consuming was even more intense. In those few seconds as the powerful man began to lose control, erupting deep inside, we were nothing but animals.
Savage, brutal animals.
“Yes, my sweet Vivian, you will learn to obey me. Won’t you?” His whispered voice was full of the same deep, guttural sound as when he’d fucked me, yet everything was different. Why?
Because the inflection screamed of something even darker.
Ownership.
After everything I’d done to forge a life of my own free of constant danger and politics, I’d managed to walk into a lion’s den.
There was no other choice but to do what Kirill wanted. None.
At least not now.
The question tickling the back of my mind was whether when the time was right, if I could do what was necessary to escape.
Only time would tell.