I reach down and circle my clit, knowing I'm close.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he pants, slipping between languages. "Moya koroleva, taking my cock so perfectly. Fuck, your pussy is so tight."
"Look at me."
Our eyes lock and I see everything. His need, his obsession. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my pussy clamping down on his cock as waves of pleasure crash through me. I cry out his name as I come, grinding down to take him as deep as possible.
Before the aftershocks fade, the world tilts. He stands in one fluid motion, lifting me with his cock still buried inside. My back hits the bed and suddenly he's over me, in me, driving deep with a thrust that makes me scream.
"My turn," he growls, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. "My fucking turn."
He fucks me like he's trying to brand himself inside me. Deep, punishing strokes that hit my cervix and make me see white. His free hand grips my thigh, hiking it higher, changing the angle so his cock drags against my g-spot with every thrust.
"Is this what you wanted?" He pounds into me harder. "To make me lose control? To make me fucking desperate for your pussy?"
"Yes," I gasp, already feeling another orgasm building impossibly fast.
"Eleven years," he grits out, his cock swelling even thicker inside me. "Eleven years I've been obsessed with you. Hating you. Wanting you. Fucking my fist to pictures of you."
"And now?"
He releases my wrists to grip my face, forcing me to look at him.
"Now I don't know how to let you go. Now I want to fill this perfect pussy with my cum every fucking day. Now I want to ruin you for anyone else."
"Then do it," I challenge, clenching around him deliberately. "Ruin me."
He groans and his hand moves between us, his thumb finding my swollen clit. The combination of his cock hitting deep and his thumb circling sends me over the edge again.
"That's it," he growls as my pussy spasms around him. "Milk my cock. Take everything."
My orgasm triggers his. I feel his cock pulse as he empties himself inside me, rope after rope of hot cum filling me as he groans my name. He collapses on top of me, both of us trembling and sweat-slicked.
We stay joined, his softening cock still inside me, his cum starting to leak out around him. The intimacy of it makes my chest tight. His hand traces patterns on my hip while I run my fingers through his damp hair.
"I called Nico today," I finally say.
His body tenses. "And?"
"I found more intel today. Everything about the Kuzmins meeting. New details, updated security." My voice cracks. "I photographed it all. Then I deleted everything. Every piece of information my family needed."
The silence stretches, heavy with implication.
"Why?"
"Because I couldn't betray you." Tears slip into my hair. "I'm a traitor to my own blood. For you."
He props up to look at me, his cock slipping free, followed by a rush of his cum that makes me shiver.
"You chose me over them."
"Don't make it sound noble. I'm everything I swore I'd never become."
"You're human."
"I'm supposed to be a weapon."
He kisses me softly, tasting the tears on my lips.
