Chapter 17 - Maria
If I don’t get out of this room right now, I’m going to explode.
I don’t remember ever being this angry in my entire life. And he dared to drag me up here in the first place. And he dared to insult my brother after everything he did to him. I can’t believe this asshole still has the audacity to be talking to me, never mind looking in my direction.
I hate him, and I never want to see his face again.
And no matter how many conversations I have with him, it would never change what he did. And if you hurt my family, you hurt me. So there is no way we could even be friends.
I storm up to the bedroom door and grab the handle to push it open. But in my momentum and anger and rage, I end up walking face-first into it at full force. The door doesn’t budge.
“Ow,” I groan, touching my head where I bumped it.
“Why is it locked?” I shout at Artur.
“I didn’t lock it. I was standing right there with you the entire time. When the hell would I have had a chance to lock it!”
“But it’s locked!” I shout, trying the door again.
I bang my fist against the wood. “Hello?” I shout through it. Where is everyone? Why would they lock us in here?
“Maria, just calm down,” Benedikt says from the other side of the door.
“Benedikt? Unlock it. I don’t want to be in here with him,” I plead.
“Kaz and I think it’s a good idea for you two to face whatever it is that is going on between you and sort it out once and for all,” Benedikt says.
I press my hands against my face and groan loudly, fighting tears and panic.
“Let me out,” I whimper.
“Just talk to him,” Kaz says, speaking through the door.
“Absolutely not!” I shout, my anger peaking again. “Let me out right now! Joseph! Joseph, let me out of here, please!” If he’s there, he will let me out. He’d never let them lock me in here with Artur. He hates the guy as much as I do.
Benedikt replies again, “Maria, just calm down, take a deep breath and…”
“Joseph!” I scream over whatever he was going to say. I’m not interested. I want out, and I want out now. “Joseph, please help me…please unlock the door!”
There is a long moment of silence. I wait, my heart beating heavily in my chest.
“Joe?” I call out, desperate.
“Maria, I think it’s better if you spend some time in there and talk to Artur.” When I hear Joseph agreeing with the other guys, my entire body goes rigid. He hates Artur as much as I do. I thought he did. Why would he be okay with leaving me in here with the man?
“Joe, please…” I beg.
“Maria, take your time. You aren’t in any danger. Just talk to him, okay. I’m going to let our guests out,” Joseph says. My heart sinks. There really is no getting out of this.
I turn my back on the door and lean against it.
Artur is staring at me, his eyes cold and dark.
“I have nothing to say to you,” I snap at him.
He sneers. Pushing away from the door, I walk to the far corner of his bedroom near the window. There I sit in the single armchair, scooting it around so I don’t have to look at him.
An art nouveau clock on his bedroom wall ticks loudly. I want to throw something at it, even though the clock did nothing wrong. I should be grateful that it’s making that monotonous tick tick tick sound to ease the heavy silence in the room.
With the silence comes an unbearable tension.
It’s sitting, weighted, on my shoulders. I glance around the back of the armchair to see where he is.
Artur is standing near the bed with his back to me. He hasn’t moved. His arms are folded over his chest, and his breathing is heavy. He’s holding on to so much anger.
It’s been thirty minutes now, and neither of us has said a damn word. Not a single thing. My brain is exploding with the audacity of all of this.
Standing up, I throw my hands in the air and shout, “Why don’t you stop blaming me for your mistakes!”
Artur spins to face me, his expression one of confusion and disbelief.
“My mistakes? You have such cheek even trying to point this at me!”
I storm toward him, anger boiling up anew.
Glaring up at him, I square my shoulders and practically lean against him to force him to look at me.
“Dammit, Artur!” I blurt out.
He grabs my shoulders and grips me tightly.
For a second, my brain flips. His cologne washes over me, and my lips part.
“Maria,” he growls dangerously. My name falls from his lips like a warning, but it sounds like an invitation.
His eyes are dark, but the anger is mixed with something else now.
Something that looks like a need.
From his chest, a low rumbling sound vibrates against me.
Then, in an instant, his lips are on mine.
Confusion floods every cell in my body. But at the same time, I am ignited with a fire so intense I can barely breathe.
His mouth is locked over mine. I reach up and knot my fingers in his shirt.
A soft moan escapes my lips, and I feel my cheeks heating bright red.
He’s too busy pulling me closer to notice.
What am I doing?
What is going on?
Suddenly, my mind is flooded with memories of him.
Every time he flirted with me, every fun little comment or sleight of hand. Every compliment and teasing joke. I used to adore him. I used to have so much fun with him.
Until he betrayed your brother!
But it’s too late to consider betrayal now.
My body is a raging fire of desire, and I can’t stop.
When Artur groans and lifts me into his arms, I melt against him.
He pushes me onto the bed with urgency. He’s on top of me, pushing my dress up over my thighs as we clamber, stumbling, desperate, needy. He tugs his pants open, and his massive cock jumps free.
I gasp when he shoves my legs open and rubs it against me.
Self-consciously, I try to pull my dress down over my stomach to hide my curves, and this annoys him. He grabs my dress and rips it, tearing it from my body and exposing me to his eyes, which roam freely over me with admiration.
This should be slow. Tender. Romantic. And I don’t fucking care. All I want is to feel him inside me. The way he looks at me is driving me wild.
Artur pushes himself up onto his arm, hovering above me with his cock in his hand.
He watches me with deeply intense eyes as he pushes the tip of his cock into my pussy. “You’ll take all of me, until I’m buried so deep inside you that I own you,” he snarls.
I gasp, taking in a shuddering breath. Every fiber of my being is desperate for more of him. But also terrified.
“Wait,” I whisper.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, pushing deeper.
I bite my lip and a sharp pain shoots through me, but in the flicker of a breath, it’s turned to pleasure, and I wrap my hands around his thick neck and pull him closer to me.
He pushes deeper still.
And deeper. Until he’s buried inside me and fully takes my virginity.
Artur begins to slowly rock his hips back and forth.
His cock pulls out and pushes in, and I fight for sanity and control as pleasure consumes me.
His massive, muscular body moves over me, pinning me down with each thrust that is becoming more and more aggressive as the desperation grows.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he snarls.
I hear the door unlock.
I hear the others’ confusion when they walk into the room. But I can’t look away from Artur as he fucks me faster and harder, and my body still begs for more.
I’m torn between wanting to hide my body and not caring.
Kazimir climbs onto the bed, tugging his pants open next to us. “Fuck, you’re sexy, baby bird,” he mutters.
Artur pays him no attention. His eyes are on me and me alone.
Benedikt and Joseph are on the other side, watching. Both of them have hard-ons, and both of them begin touching themselves.
I reach out and grab Kazimir’s cock in my hand as my body begins to shake with uncontrolled pleasure.
Artur buries his face against my neck and moves faster as we both reach the edge. My pussy tightens over his cock, my hand tightens around Kazimir, and I hear him groan with pleasure as well.
The orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave. Artur pushes as deep inside me as he can and explodes, hot come into me.
He pulls out, and almost as soon as he does, Benedikt has taken his place between my legs.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this, baby bird,” he growls, pushing my legs apart and thrusting into me.
I cry out at the force of it as his cock stretches my pussy open.
Kaz hovers his cock above my lips. “Open your mouth, sweet baby bird. I want to feel your tongue against my cock,” he demands.
Joseph moves closer, his cock in his hand. I reach out and take it as I spread my lips and suck Kazimir into my warm mouth.
Benedikt fucks me hard and fast. My body jolts, and my eyes trace over his muscular bulk.
He’s massive, and I can barely handle him inside me, but the pleasure is astounding.
I cry out with each thrust, and Benedikt growls and moans.
The sounds he makes of his own pleasure push me again closer to orgasm.
He explodes inside me in a heavy push, burying himself so deep into me that I can feel every twitch and spasm of his cock as he releases.
When he pulls out, Kazimir lifts me and rolls me onto my knees. “Lift your ass in the air for me, baby bird. I want to fuck you from behind,” he commands.
I kneel on all fours. Kaz pushes his cock into me from behind, and Joseph kneels in front of me so that I can suck him into my mouth.
Kazimir is gentler than Benedikt. He takes his time, rocking slowly back and forth, teasing me and building up the pleasure slowly.
He wraps his arm around me and pushes his hand between my legs from the front, pressing his fingers against my clit.
A whole new world of sensations shoots through me.
Joe pushes deep into my throat, his hands wrapped around the side of my head as he fucks my face with his massive cock.
Breathing is difficult, but the sensation of being filled up from the back and front is so erotic, I love it.
“Fuck, I love watching you suck his cock. You take it all in, baby bird,” Kaz groans.
Kazimir moves faster, his cock getting unbelievably harder inside me. Then, in an instant, he explodes, his fingers digging into my hips as he moans deeply.
Joseph chases him away from me and pulls me onto his lap as he leans against the headboard.
I straddle him with my knees bent, and he thrusts his cock up into me.
He wraps his hand around the back of my head and forces me to look at him.
I stare deep into his eyes as he pushes me back and forth on his cock.
His beautiful face, his classic handsome looks with his rugged chiseled jawline…
he looks commanding and forceful. He clenches his jaw as the pleasure of being inside me overwhelms me.
“Fuck, you are perfect,” he whispers.
Joseph takes his time. He moves slow. He waits for my pleasure to build all over again.
On his lap with his hands roaming my body, I feel sensual and beautiful. The way he touches me makes me forget about my insecurities.
As he gets closer to his peak, his cock grows bigger and harder inside me.
I moan and push harder against his lap.
“Are you going to come, baby bird?” he asks, a dark whisper.
“Yes,” I gasp, “don’t stop, please,” I beg.
He doesn’t change rhythm, even though I can feel he wants to.
He waits, fucking me exactly right until my pussy begins to tighten around him.
“Harder,” I gasp.
He lifts me off his lap to hover me just above him, and he begins to thrust up into me with force that takes my breath away.
Each pounding movement shoots bolts of pleasure through me until I throw my head back and cry out. Another orgasm, this one longer and stronger than before.
By the time he explodes inside me, I’m exhausted.
I roll onto my side and snuggle into the pillow, closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep.