Chapter 21
Lev
Fuck.
This woman is doing things to me that I cannot comprehend and don’t even want to try to. She helps me drag the blade over her skin, and the urge to mark her with my name crashes into my mind with absolutely no shame.
“You asked for it,” I remind her, my voice low as I drag the blade back up to the space between her tits.
Her eyes widen when I dig the tip in, and I fix on her gaze for a moment, giving her the chance to catch up.
“You are mine, Varvara, and everyone will know it after I’ve marked you with my name.
Any man who looks at you naked after this will know exactly who you belong to. ”
She hesitates for three seconds, but then her expression hardens. “Do it.”
I press the blade in deeper, carving the first letter of my name into the soft skin between her breasts.
Blood wells up in a thin line, and She gasps, but she doesn’t pull away.
Her hands stay on my wrist, guiding me as I work through the second letter.
Pain darkens her eyes, yet a fierceness sparks there, too.
I finish the last stroke and set the blade aside.
“Lev,” she whispers, her voice raw.
I lower my mouth to the mark and lick the blood away, tasting copper and heat.
She arches into me, a moan slipping free as I push her back against the mattress and slide between her thighs again.
She is wet, tight and ready. I thrust into her without warning.
Her cry fills the room, and I drive balls deep, claiming her with every stroke.
Her legs wrap around me, and I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, fucking her harder, the rhythm brutal and unrelenting. She meets me thrust for thrust.
Her pussy clenches around me with every thrust I deliver.
I release her wrists so I can grip her hips instead and pull her harder onto my cock.
She cries out beneath me, her hands flying to my back to score lines into my skin with her nails.
I lower my mouth to the fresh cuts on her chest and run my tongue over the letters again, lapping at the blood that seeps free.
The metallic tang registers only as proof of my claim.
She arches into the contact and spreads her legs wider to take me deeper.
I pound into her without mercy, driven by the sight of my name etched into her flesh.
She matches my pace, lifting her hips as she urges me on.
She shatters around me moments later, her cunt clamping down in tight spasms that drag me over the edge with her.
I unload inside her with a guttural curse.
She lies there panting when I finally withdraw, her eyes half lidded and her body marked in more ways than one.
I drop my knees in front of her and spread her cunt wide open for me. My cum leaks out of her, and I swipe my finger through it, pushing it back inside. “This belongs inside you,” I murmur, driving two fingers into her, covered in our cum.
I push my fingers deeper, watching her pussy as she responds. She arches, her hips shifting to meet the movement. I add a third finger, stretching her, feeling the heat of her around me. Her hands reach for me, but I keep my focus on her cunt and the way my claim marks her skin above it.
She moans and rocks against my hand. I add my tongue, lapping at her as I pump my fingers in a steady rhythm while my tongue circles her clit. She comes again fast, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. “Lev,” she groans.
“More?”
“Yes.” I smile slowly and lift the knife from the bed beside her. Turning it around so the blade digs into my palm, I circle her clit with the top of the hilt before sliding it down and inside her.
She makes a noise that is half desire, half shock as I fuck her with the weapon I’ve killed a dozen men with, held to her throat, ready to slice it open and then used to etch my name into her skin.
“Lev,” she croaks, her hands coming up to cover her pussy.
“Filthy girl,” I murmur, pushing her hands away. “You wanted this.”
She whimpers as I push the hilt deeper inside her wet heat.
Her thighs tremble around my wrist. I twist the blade slightly and watch her face contort with a mix of pleasure and shock.
She is mine in every way now. The cuts on her chest mark her as my property, and the way her body responds to this weapon proves she craves the darkness I bring.
“Come all over it, Varvara. Come all over the knife that cut you.”
“Lev,” she pants as her pussy spasms wildly.
“Do it. I want your juices all over it the next time I drive it into a man’s heart.”
“Fuck!” she exclaims and convulses as she does as I ask.
“Look at you,” I say over her cries, watching her clamp down around the hilt. “Such a dark, dirty girl, responding to filth like that.”
“Stop!” she pants.
I stop for a second before pulling the blade slowly out of her.
“No, don’t stop,” she says, wiggling closer to me.
I chuckle darkly and thrust the hilt deeper again. “Testing me?”
“Testing myself,” she rasps.
I growl low in my throat at her words and thrust the hilt deeper. She arches off the bed, her fingers twisting into the sheets as her body responds again despite the harshness of the steel inside her.
I lick her clit, my free hand pinning her hip to keep her still while I fuck her with the handle and my tongue before I pull back. “You push me, Varvara. You always push.” I twist the hilt again and watch her mouth fall open on a moan. “This is what you want. My darkness. My control.”
Standing up, I ease the hilt out of her and press it down on her clit as I slide my cock into her, rotating the top of the hilt against her.
She squirms, her nipples peaking rock hard on those gorgeous tits that surround my name.
I fuck her slowly, and then drag the hilt over her clit to slide inside her beside my cock.
She whimpers at the invasion. “Lev, please.”
“Do you like that? Do you like being fucked this way?”
“Yes. Yes!”
I push deeper into her alongside the hilt.
Her cunt stretches around the intrusion.
Her moans fill the space between us. She bucks against me with abandon.
I hold her hips steady and thrust harder.
The blade hilt presses against my shaft inside her heat.
Every movement drags a fresh cry from her throat.
“Tell me what it feels like,” I whisper. “Tell me, Varvara, what it feels like to be fucked by a monster and his blade.”
“It feels like...” she gasps, her voice breaking into a ragged sob. “…it feels like being alive.”
The answer is exactly what I wanted to hear.
It’s the dark truth she’s finally stopped hiding from herself.
I drive into her, the hilt of the knife and my cock working together to stretch her to the absolute limit.
She is a mess of sweat, blood, and slick arousal, her head thrashing back against the pillows.
I don’t give her an inch of mercy. I want her to remember this sensation every time she looks in a mirror and sees my name between her breasts.
I pull the hilt out and toss the blade aside, needing to feel the heat of her without the steel.
I grab her thighs, hiking her legs up over my shoulders so I can bury myself to the base.
She is tight, pulsing around me in a desperate rhythm that demands I finish this.
I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming shorter, faster, more violent.
“Mine,” I say, the word more a vow than a statement.
Her eyes roll back as she hits her peak again, her pussy milking me with a ferocity that shatters my last shred of restraint.
I spill into her, a rough grunt leaving my throat as I claim every last fucking inch of her.
I don’t pull out immediately. I stay buried inside her as our breathing slows. She doesn’t move.
“You’re ruined now, Varvara,” I murmur.
“I know,” she whispers. It sounds like she finally found home.
“Remember this next time you want to take a punishment.”
She closes her eyes tightly for a second and then opens them, amusement dancing in the green depths. “Oh, I will.”
I try to retain the air of menace, but she just makes it too damn difficult. “You are impossible, you know that?”
“I do.”
I drag my cock out of her, and she winces.
Moving to the bathroom, I run a cloth under the warm water and reach for the antiseptic ointment.
Returning to her, she hasn’t moved an inch.
“You look far too satisfied for a woman who was punished,” I observe, cleaning the wounds on her chest with soft dabs.
She hisses but takes it. I apply the ointment with more care than I’ve ever used on another human being. The letters are clean, the edges are sharp against her skin. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—my mark on the only thing in this world I’ve ever truly wanted to keep.
“Pain is a small price for the way you make me feel,” she murmurs, her voice still thick with the aftermath of our fucking.
I set the cloth aside and look at her. “Don’t get used to it. I’m not a man who enjoys hurting you, Varvara. I enjoy owning you. There’s a difference.”
“Is there?” She reaches up, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw before sliding into my hair.
I catch her hand and press a kiss to her palm. “If I have to break the world to keep you safe in this bed, I’ll do it. But don’t ever think for a second that your defiance comes without a cost. I will always collect.”
“I’m counting on it,” she whispers.
I return to the bathroom to rinse out the cloth and get a fresh sponge to clean up the mess I made of her pussy.
As I gently clean her, I know the world has tilted on its axis.
She belongs here. She belongs to me. Whatever war Popov thinks he’s starting, he’s already lost, because I have everything to lose now, and a Voronov with something to protect is the most dangerous thing on God’s green earth.