Iskra
He was killing me tonight—and not in any murderous sense.
I could blame the pregnancy hormones, but I’d be lying to myself.
Somewhere within the haze of lust I knew he was using my need against me.
But I wasn’t alone in it. I’d heard his lips smacking as he tasted his fingers.
I hadn’t needed to look back to verify the suspicion.
I tensed as he straddled my legs again. Then the wet sounds of him applying more lubricant. I closed my eyes.
No glass.
Only flesh.
He gripped my cheeks and pried them apart.
The wet heat of his cock landed between them.
“What do you want, my love?” he asked, his voice low and soft.
It was the second time he had used a term of endearment for me—something previously reserved only for Runa.
He rubbed his length over me and my pussy clenched as I snapped back to the present.
“Ask and you shall receive.”
“That’s blasphemy,” I gasped.
“There is no redemption for my soul,” he said dryly.
“You want to drag me down with you,” I said, glancing over my shoulder.
The dim light made his large form hovering over me look ominous.
“Misery loves company,” he said with a shrug.
God. He was impossible.
I faced the white pillow and took a deep breath.
“Please fuck me in my ass, Vadim.”
“Hm,” he hummed. “I think I prefer the title of your husband. Try again.”
My children could get a new father. I would find them the best there was. I had a gun and knowledge behind me. I buried my face into the pillow and groaned. No one would love them as he did.
I lifted my head.
“Dearest husband, please fuck me in the ass so I won’t have to shoot you.”
“A little rude, but that could be due to hormones. You get a pass for now,” he murmured. “C minus.”
I’d never got a C in my life. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I felt him press the blunt head against my ass. I closed my mouth, remembering that I had to choose my battles.
“That’s my girl,” he said as the head popped in. “Hold that ass open for me.”
I nodded, panting into the pillows. He was so much thicker than the plug.
He always was, but he took his time. I lowered my hands until I felt his legs on either side of me.
His thighs brushed mine as he began to work the tip in and out.
The lube he’d worked inside me was doing its job.
I relaxed my muscles as he pushed deeper.
If I could speak I’d have been thanking him for his service—so it was just as well that I couldn’t.
“Such a tight little hole for me to fuck,” he whispered, but his breathing was erratic—giving himself away.
The mattress shifted as he moved over me. His hands came to rest beside my shoulders.
This time when he plunged inside he buried himself so deep it took my breath away. I raised my hands to grip his wrists, digging my nails into his flesh. He pulled back and drove himself in again. The dull bloom of pain was glorious and I raised my hips for more.
His next thrust drove me back down.
The long deep strokes continued until his balls slapped against my pussy. There was no escape. I was pinned between him and the bed.
It was exactly what I needed.
“Good girl. You’re nice and open for me now,” he said, rubbing his face against the side of my head.
I raised my head and he grabbed my throat, bending it back until my back arched.
I placed my hands flat on the bed. His lips brushed my forehead before finding my mouth.
He pumped his hips, hammering in and out of me while his hot breath covered my lips.
His mouth sucked on mine before he fucked his tongue in and out in the same rhythm as his cock.
I held onto the covers, taking everything he gave me.
“Blyad,” he hissed, releasing my throat as he continued to pound into me with deep strokes.
If I weren’t so close I’d have rejoiced in what felt like victory, but instead I pushed up onto my elbows and swung my hips. They hit the pillow and I pushed myself up to meet every downward thrust.
He was so deep.
So, so deep that I could feel every inch of him filling me.
All I could feel was him—and I never wanted it to end—but the tightness grew in the pit of my belly like a coiled spring ready to snap. He gasped my name as his hips slammed down.
I threw my face into the pillow and died a little death.
No breathing.
Body shaking.
But the euphoria made me fly so high.
His head came to rest on mine as his release gushed out in rapid spurts.
I tried to stay awake but it was all too much.
Sometimes darkness was beautiful.
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Something wet and ice-cold pressed against my cheek. I pushed at it and heard Vadim curse. My eyes flew open.
“Thank god. I thought I’d fucked you into a coma,” he whispered, holding a glass of iced water out to me.
“Like you have that kind of power,” I whispered back, sitting up to take it from him.
“It’s okay to admit that you’re weaker than me. It’s a scientific fact. Men have more muscle mass.”
I guzzled down the water while glaring at him over the rim. Once I’d had my fill he took the glass and drank the rest. The ice cubes clinked as he set it on the nightstand. The glass butt plug sat beside it. The instigator of my night of humiliation.
“I’m moving back to the west wing,” I muttered.
I barely blinked before he had me flat on the bed. He pinned my shoulders and straddled my waist.
“Are you going to abandon your daughter?” he demanded.
“No, but—”
“It’s irrelevant. We’d follow you into that bedroom until you came back,” he said, climbing off me as though he had resolved the matter entirely. “All the babies will sleep in my room.”
I sighed.
You couldn’t argue with someone this delusional.