When I pull her bra down, her breasts spill into my hands. I roll my thumbs over her swollen nipples, watching them tighten just for me.
Sima jerks and tries to turn around, but I keep her still with a palm pressed flat between her shoulder blades.
She said she wanted me to break her. Let her learn what that fucking means.
“Tell me you don’t like it,” I growl against her ear. My breath brushes the side of her neck as I pinch her nipples in turn.
She shivers hard in my arms, presses back against me with no restraint. Her body betrays her at every turn. Even if she doesn’t speak, I can hear her answer plain as day.
I pinch harder. Twist. She arches, a low cry punched out of her throat.
“You like it when it hurts,” I whisper. “When it stings just a little. Don’t you,lisichka?”
“Petyr—” Her voice breaks on my name. That sound makes me lose the last thread of patience I had.
My hand slides down. Over her stomach, past the edge of her underwear. She’s soaked through, her flesh hot and wanting, and it drives me fucking crazy.
I groan against her skin. “Fuck. You’re already dripping for me.”
My fingers find her clit and circle it once, twice. Sima writhes against me. I haven’t been able to touch her for weeks, and the pressure must have built up, because it doesn’t take long for her to start moaning.
But I’m not done with her. Not by a long fucking shot.
I slide my fingers lower and push inside. The heat of her nearly knocks the breath out of me. She grabs the headboard for balance, breathless, head tipped forward.
I thrust my fingers in deeper. She clenches tight around them.
“Look at you,” I mutter. “All that attitude, and you still melt the second I touch you.”
She whimpers. Her body’s trembling already. I add a second finger and drive them in until she’s gasping.
Her hips start to move, slow and desperate. She tries to keep quiet, but the moans slip out between her teeth.
“Say it,” I tell her. “Tell me how much you like it.”
She shakes her head. Still clinging to that stubborn pride, even now.
I push my fingers in deeper. Curl them just right until she gasps out loud. Her knees almost give.
“Say it,” I repeat.
“I do,” she breathes. Her voice is wrecked. “I love it. Loveyou.”
“That’s fucking right.”
I thrust again until she’s trembling all over. Her slick coats my fingers. I pull them out just to hear the wet sound, then push back in, rougher this time. She cries out every time. If I keep this up, I’ll feel her clench around me in seconds.
But again—I’m not done yet.
Her body is perfect like this. Flushed, shaking, pressed against the bed with my hand between her thighs. I watch her lose control, see the fight leave her inch by inch. Every breath she takes drags a curse out of me.
I lean in close, my mouth at her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I say, voice low and hoarse. “No fucking idea.”
She turns her head, eyes glassy, mouth open. “Then show me.”
My pulse jumps. The challenge is back in her eyes, that spark that drives me insane.
I press my forehead against hers and breathe her in. “Careful what you ask for, little fox,” I murmur. “You just might get it.”
