26. Chapter 26 #3
Hot breath ghosted across my back as a dark, husky chuckle reached my ears. I realized I was on my stomach, and a heavy weight was settled on the back of my thighs.
“Oh, hi, baby,” Sasha cooed, his cock buried to the hilt in my pussy. “Didn’t realize you were waking up.”
“What are you doing?” I tried to look over my shoulder, but he had one hand in the nape of my neck, holding me down.
“Well, you see,” he drawled, fucking me with shallow thrusts. “I woke up with you grinding on my cock, all desperate and needy, so I figured I’ll … take care of it.”
“I was asleep!” I gasped, trying to resist the temptation to push my hips back into him.
“I know.” His words were accompanied by a sharp snap of his hips. “You were whimpering and moaning for me. Even said my name. So fucking adorable.”
“I thought I was dreaming!” I hissed, wriggling in a half-hearted attempt to escape his grip. “I can’t believe you’re fucking me in my sleep, you sick bastard.”
Sasha snickered. “Sick, huh? Tell that to your pussy. You were dripping before I ever even touched you.”
“You can’t—” His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back and making it difficult to speak. “Y-you can’t ju-just…”
“I can’t? This was the deal, baby. Don’t pretend I didn’t warn you.
Your holes are mine, anywhere, anytime …
and I decided now is the perfect time. Just like I’ll probably decide every time I wake up with you grinding on my cock.
Now, I’m curious. Tell me…” His necklace ever so slightly brushed against the skin of my shoulder, making a shiver race down my spine as he bent over my back, bringing his mouth closer to my ear. “Do you often dream about me?”
“No!” I choked, but I could hear the lie in my own voice. Pathetic.
“Aw, don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s cute.” He grunted, picking up the pace. “You’re such a perfect slut for me.”
The lingering fog of sleep was now mingling with the dizzying pleasure he was evoking in my body: not an inferno but a slow burn of glowing embers, spreading through every inch of me and unstoppable.
Would I even want it to stop?
I was panting, my thoughts a jumbled mess, and my pussy was throbbing, stretched obscenely around his thick cock. When he changed the angle slightly, I saw fucking stars.
“Fuck! You’re so big!” I groaned as he pounded into me with brutal ferocity.
“But you take me so well. This pussy was made for me.” With his free hand, Sasha kneaded my buttocks, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh and jiggling it in his grip.
The cold metal of his rings made every touch feel even more sensual.
“And I’m gonna make sure it gets filled every single day from now on. ”
My walls fluttered around him, and hot sparks of pleasure raced up my spine. A thin layer of sweat coated my face and my hair was plastered to my skin. I moaned brokenly when his breath ghosted over my neck as he leaned down again.
“You want that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you senseless, to be dripping with my cum from every hole, right, Little Devil?”
I feared how much I wanted it. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want him. Sasha had a hold on me unlike anyone before, unlike anything I had ever thought possible.
He pulled my cheeks apart and spat, making me jump when his hot saliva hit my asshole.
“Oh my God! You’re not going to—”
Sasha chuckled darkly and rubbed his saliva into my empty hole. “Fucking watch me. I’m going to claim every inch of you, even back here. You’re gonna let me take this tight little ass. And you know why?”
I shook my head, unable to form any words. My face was buried in the sheets again, but I shot up when I felt his thumb pop into my ass.
“Shit!” I screeched. I arched my back; my body was torn between trying to push him away and surrendering to the unfamiliar sensation. My pussy pulsed around his cock; he was determined to make me orgasm again right then and there.
He started fucking my ass with his thumb, pulling it out each time he plunged his cock into my embarrassingly wet cunt. Before I knew it, I was whimpering his name.
“More, Sasha,” I gasped, any thoughts of putting up a fight disappeared. He just felt too fucking good. “I need more!”
“This is why.” His voice was smug. “Because even if you think it’s wrong, even if you think you shouldn’t be doing this, you can’t help yourself. Look at you, dripping all over my cock. You’re a desperate little whore for me, ain’t that right?”
His hips kept snapping forward mercilessly, claiming me just as he’d promised.
“Yes!” The pleasure was almost dizzying, robbing me of all sense, logic and reason. All I heard was him, all I smelled was him, all I felt was him. Sasha was everywhere.
“So tight,” he grunted, burying his thumb to the hilt in my ass and rutting into me with savage intensity. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” My screams were muffled by the sheets as I clawed at the mattress and the pressure boiled over like a cork popping off a champagne bottle. Every muscle in my body locked up as my pussy clamped down on his thick length.
I rode out the orgasm, my ears ringing and my vision going hazy; I was drunk on pleasure. Drunk on him.
“Fuuuuuck!” Sasha growled, his thrusts stuttering before he pressed his hips flush against mine and held himself as deep inside me as possible. “Here it comes!”
I moaned softly as I felt his cock twitch and hot ropes of cum coat my walls.
“Take. My. Cum.” With each word, he snapped his hips sharply, driving his seed deeper into me. When he was finished, he carefully withdrew his thumb and then fell forward, propping himself up on one elbow and pressing his chest against my back. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
“Yessss,” I purred, writhing under his weight as I rode out the high, our sweat-slicked skin rubbing together.
“Only for me?” he pressed, his breath rustling in my hair. I was almost certain he hadn’t meant for it to come out as a question. There was an unexpected vulnerability in his voice, so faint it could easily have been missed.
My chest constricted; the need to erase whatever doubts or insecurities might have been tormenting him was overwhelming. I lifted my head slightly and blew the hair out of my face.
“Only for you,” I agreed softly. Sasha hummed in satisfaction and trailed a line of soft kisses up the side of my neck.
“Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that something was wrong with the sheets. As in, they were everywhere — wrapped around my legs, twisted under my back, halfway pulled off the mattress like they had spent the night in a life-or-death struggle and lost.
Which, to be fair, they probably had.
I blinked slowly up at the unfamiliar ceiling and watched the lazy spin of a ceiling fan pushing warm Caribbean air through the room. Sunlight spilled in through the wide-open balcony doors, turning the white walls gold.
For a few quiet seconds my brain simply enjoyed the moment, because it turns out waking up in a luxury villa overlooking the ocean is an objectively pleasant experience.
Then my memory came back online.
The mask.
The yacht.
The bet.
Sasha.
A heavily tattooed, muscular arm was draped over my waist and one of his legs was loosely hooked over mine. His broad, warm chest pressed against my back, making it clear he had no intention of letting me wander off unsupervised during the night.
Apparently this also extended into the morning, as I could tell from the way his hand flexed slightly when I shifted.
I tried a small, experimental wiggle. The arm around my waist tightened instantly. Behind me, Sasha made a low, raspy sound in my ear that made my pussy clench.
How was everything this man did so fucking hot?
“You trying to escape?” His voice was rough with sleep, carrying more of a Russian accent than usual.
“I’m waking up,” I whispered.
“You’re wiggling.”
“That’s how waking up works.”
“Suspicious,” he grumbled.
I rolled my eyes and turned my head slightly to glance back at him over my shoulder. One of his eyes was open halfway; it was a brilliant shade of gray-blue and looked deeply unimpressed with the concept of morning.
“Are you not comfortable?”
“That’s not the point.”
“It is exactly the point.”
“Am I not allowed to go to the bathroom?!”
“Fiiiine,” he groaned, like he was making some kind of big concession.
I sighed and carefully disentangled my legs from the sheets, concentrating as if I were defusing a small bomb, before finally managing to sit up on the edge of the bed.
Sasha slowly pushed himself up onto one elbow behind me. His hair was a little messy and the chain around his neck glinted in the morning light. Muscles rippled under his tattooed skin and my brain temporarily forgot every intelligent thought it had ever possessed.
This was, objectively speaking, not helpful.
God, this man was handsome.
I forced my attention away from the extremely shirtless Russian crime lord and turned toward the small duffle bag sitting near the wall.
Surrounded by all this lavishness and luxury, it looked ratty and quite pitiful. And yet, it was all I had. Which posed the next problem, a practical one this time — clothes.
I unzipped the bag and looked inside.
Jeans, two T-shirts, and one dress that had absolutely no business being worn anywhere near armed men or breakfast, as well as my sneakers.
That was it.
I stared at the contents for a moment, and I slowly turned back toward the bed.
“We have a problem.”
Sasha watched me with the calm curiosity of someone who had not yet been personally inconvenienced. “What kind of problem?”
“I don’t have clothes.” That sounded a bit dramatic. “Well, not enough clothes considering I might now be living here.”
“You definitely are.”
“Well, I have three outfits and one of them is deeply inappropriate for daytime.” I gestured helplessly toward the bag.
Sasha considered this information. “Yeah, you need more than that.”