I glance over my shoulder, my breath shallow. “Because I mouthed off?”
“Because you think you’ve got me, Kolibri. Got me figured out. Got me wrapped around that pretty little finger.”
His teeth ghost my shoulder, cock pressed against my back.
“Don’t I?”
The next slap lands lower, right where I’m already aching. I moan into the crook of my elbow and shamelessly arch my body to meet his hand.
“Three,” I pant. “Maksim…”
The tips of his fingers swat my clit, and I nearly fold. “F-four.”
“Good girl.” He rubs over the sting, tracing slow circles that turn the pain into molten pleasure. “Now spread wider.”
I obey without thinking. The bed creaks as he kneels behind me, the head of his cock sliding along my slit. He doesn’t enter, just drags it back and forth until I’m panting, rocking against him.
“You bastard…”
“You can push me, baby.” His fingers dig into my hips, then around, dipping inside. “But you like it when I push back, don’t you?”
I nod lazily, eyes hooded.
Maksim grabs my throat, pulling me upright against his chest. “Words, Valentina. Say it right.”
All I want is to feel him break me open, feel his hands on every inch of me, tearing me apart, the way only he knows how.
“I do. Fuck…I do,” I choke out, voice shaking. “Please, Maksim. I need you.”
“That’s better.” He guides me back to the headboard, shoving me forward, hand still tight around my neck. “Bring that ass up.” Again, I eagerly obey, anticipating being full of him. “Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.”
Praise. Who knew I was the kind of girl who could nearly come just from the sound of him telling me I’m a good girl? And I’ll be that. I’ll be anything he wants me to be. His good girl. His little slut. Whatever he needs.
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
He thrusts in halfway and stops, the pressure bone deep, making my eyes roll back. I whimper, but he holds me there, pinned between his body and the bed.
“Say it again. Who do you belong to?”
“You…I’m yours, Maksim,” I repeat, my voice louder this time.
“Damn right you are. But you’re not going to move,” he growls. “Or I’ll start over, and we’ll go back to one.”
A shudder rips through me, warring with the urge for that sweet punishment and the need to be fucked. I nod.
“Good.”
He starts to move in slow, punishing strokes that border on cruel. Each thrust brings me closer, every withdrawal leaves me aching, empty, and so shamelessly desperate. God, I love it.
More.
The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, and it’s like a fucking symphony. Rough, relentless…perfect.
“Still want to make yourself scream?” he murmurs against my ear.
I shake my head, a broken sound falling from my lips.
“I didn't think so,” he says, thrusting harder now, free hand slipping down to circle my clit. “Now scream for me.”
