Chapter 3 #4
When he shoved a second and third finger inside, flexing them open, I cinched my eyes shut, my body swaying.
I dug my fingernails into his arms, wondering how my scratches would look on his inked skin.
As he thrust hard and fast, I couldn’t believe my pussy clenched around the thick invasion, pulling his fingers deeper inside.
Another wave of common sense kicked in. I couldn’t want this. I didn’t need any complications in my life. I had it all planned out, exactly what I wanted to do. When I attempted a hard punch, he jerked away from the kiss, half laughing and half growling.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
“Who said I was a nice girl?”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he huffed then yanked first one arm then the other over my head, easily able to wrap one of his massive hands around both of my wrists.
He’d pinned me against the wall and even when I shifted my hips from side to side, trying to find an angle to thrust my knee against him, he was far too strong. “Don’t fight me, Chloe.”
“What are you doing?”
He dragged his tongue around my lips, sliding the tip across my jaw to my earlobe, nipping my tender tissue. Then he whispered, the stark and husky words ones I’d never forget.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
How was this happening? Everything became a blur, the various sounds as he freed his cock as if I was standing away from my body, watching the lurid, filthy action unfold.
Even though I was titillated by what he was doing, the repulsion was even more significant, my blood pressure rising.
I blinked several times in an effort to focus, concentrating on the pulsing fluorescent light attached to the ceiling.
This had to be a nightmare and nothing more. I was dreaming. I would awaken.
When I felt his cockhead pressing against my swollen folds, I knew otherwise. This was very real.
Nikolai didn’t hesitate or pretend as if foreplay would matter. He plunged the entire length of his shaft inside, the force slamming me hard against the wall.
Breathless with anger and fear, excitement and uncertainty, I was unable to hold back a series of moans. He was so big, his cock requiring my muscles to accept his thick girth.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.”
He seemed fueled by my guttural sounds, pulling out and driving into me again.
And again.
There was no chance at breathing, no ability to do anything but take what he demanded from me.
And he wanted it all.
He yanked one leg around his thigh then the other, keeping me in midair. As he rolled onto the balls of his feet, he shoved me up and down the wall like a ragdoll. His power was undeniable, his hunger unlike anything I’d ever read about or seen in a movie.
He’d become nothing more than a carnal beast.
His animalistic growls filtered into the air, the heat of his body becoming oppressive.
I tossed my head from side to side, doing everything I could to pretend I wasn’t excited.
But he was taking me to places I’d never been before, dragging me toward the point of no return.
I couldn’t understand why my every cell and muscle in my body was white-hot.
Nikolai was a true savage, grinding into me with brutal force, never letting me catch my breath. I knew I’d be a broken woman when he finished, incapable of salvaging my sanity.
Or my soul.
He ripped them apart with every thrust of his cock.
He was also driving me to an orgasm. There was no way to prevent my body’s final act of treachery.
I opened my eyes wide, trying to scream but there was only a breath of hot air rolling up from my lungs.
As my muscles clamped and released over and over again, he pulled away, tilting his head until he could stare into my eyes.
Then he issued a wry smile, realizing that as much as I wanted to force him away, I was enjoying the savage act on some heightened level. “Good girl. Come on my cock.”
His words did nothing but toss gasoline onto the already raging fire, catapulting flames over every inch of my body.
A single climax rolled into the most beautiful, intense wave as colors of the rainbow splashed across my eyes. From somewhere inside, I heard his continued filthy commands, although every sound was muffled.
My body shook violently, leaving me spent and uncertain if I would ever walk again. When he eased me down, still holding me captive, I thought he’d finished.
But I was wrong.
He shifted me to the sink, turning me around then pushing me over the edge before sliding the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. I shuddered, stiffening then slamming my hands against the glass.
“Soon, I will take you in the ass.”
What? There was going to be another time? Oh, hell, no. There wouldn’t be. I mean… I couldn’t put a coherent sentence together as he slipped his cock inside, holding his stance then placing his hands over mine.
“Krasivaya zhenshchina,” he whispered as he nuzzled against my neck.
A beautiful woman. I’d loved the way he’d spoken in class, the phrasing he used while teaching us unconventional aspects about Russia.
Including about perpetrators of crime.
As the words flowed over me like soft velvet, I was drawn momentarily into his world, closing my eyes and envisioning the city he’d once claimed to love.
“I’m not beautiful.” There was no reason for me to mutter my thoughts.
I had no idea whether or not he heard them or if he was the kind of man who gave a shit.
When he filled me once again with his cock, I couldn’t stop moaning or scratching the glass as if etching my name into stone. But as his shaft expanded, enlarging and stretching my muscles, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He seemed wild in his actions, determined to fill me with his cum.
Intent on taking every inch of what he wanted.
He thrust harder and faster, keeping me pinned against the cold porcelain, pushing my boundaries as well as my mind. When he was close to coming, I shoved brutally against the mirror, smacking one hand then the other against it.
His body shaking and his actions more forceful, he threw his head back, the sound of his guttural roar exactly as I would have imagined.
Then he filled me with his seed.
Seconds later, he lowered his head, staring at me with unblinking eyes.
In those few blinding seconds as fog developed against the glass, I knew this wasn’t the end, but the true beginning of a nightmare.
One in which I’d never have the chance to return from.
The moment I pummeled my fist against the glass for the last time, I heard the distinct sound of a crack.