“Chert voz’mi, goddamn,” Kon groaned, sliding a finger inside me, tapping my painfully sensitive clit with his thumb. I sucked in a breath so fast that I choked. I could feel it stroking along my walls, his gaze intent and fascinated. His icy gaze rose to mine and he watched me as his finger curved and lightly scratched a spot inside me that made my knees try to slam together against the barrier of his hips as I gasped, coming so hard, so hard against just his stupid finger, harder than I ever came with my own fumbling attempts.
“Ride it out,Pchelkamy little bee,” he murmured, his fingernail gently running over that spot again.
“Bozhe moy, oh my god,” I moaned, forgetting that I hated this man who pinned me against the cold window with his huge,warm chest and made me feel this way. His insistent finger was still playing with me and his thumb brushed over my clitoris, light, teasing, torturing brushes that were too delicate to do anything but make me want more, to push my hips up and force him against me and his damn arm was holding me down.
“One more.” His cold, sculpted face was alight with pleasure, fascinated with my writhing self and when his thumb pressed hard against my sensitive little bundle of tissue as his finger did the same inside me, I was forced kicking and screaming into another orgasm. Even if I didn’t want to do anything he told me to do, I came, shaking and feeling the slick wetting my thighs and his hand. “So pretty when you come,” he sighed, almost reverently while he licked his fingers.
My thighs tightened around his waist for balance as his other hand shoved down his jeans and boxers, fisting his cock. He was kissing me again as he ran the tip of his shaft against my center, slicking it up and I wanted to see it. How big is his-
“Oh,ow!”I gasped.
“Bite me again,” he grunted, pulling my head against his shoulder and I did, gnawing at his smooth skin like an animal and it made it easier to feel the sting of his relentless push inside me. His dick was throbbing, like a heartbeat and it was as hard as it is huge. He filled me, one inch at a time and I was panting, my entire world narrowed down to the salt taste of his skin and the feel of him opening me wider.
“That’s it,Pchelka,”he said, “almost there. Fuck, you’re perfect. Better even than I imagined.”
“Try not to break me,” I hissed between gritted teeth, “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
When I ran my nails along his arms, I was pleased to feel he was shaking, pleased that this was affecting him, too. He gave me a minute to feel the weight and heat of him inside me before he groaned.
“I’m going to come like some fucking teenager if I don’t start moving, you’re squeezing me so tight.Yebat'...fuck…”It was a testament to how fucked up our relationship was that I thought his words were deeply romantic.
He groaned and then his hips started an easy slide in and out, the movement of his cock beginning to spark against my pussy. “Krasivyy devushka, my beautiful girl.”
Beautiful? Not a word I ever imagined would come from Konstantin and it warmed me. My arms tightened around his shoulders and I pulled my teeth from his skin, drawing in a long, shuddering sigh. My wires were crossed somehow because the pain his alarmingly large cock was causing pleasure and I couldn’t separate the two.
His hips were slamming against mine and he cupped my ass, holding me up with one hand while his other thumb circled my clitoris again. It was so sensitive that his touch was like electrical sparks that shot up my spine. Opening my eyes, I looked at him. Damn him, Konstantin was the beautiful one, his gaze fixed between us, with his mouth open and sweat beading his forehead and his pale hair. He looked up at me and slid his wet thumb into my mouth.
“Taste it,” he said hoarsely, “how sweet you are.” He groaned again as my lips closed over his thumb, running my tongue along the rough pad. The taste of myself and the sheer outrageousness of this moment made me arch my back and he stumbled, laughing and still holding on to me.
My world tilted and I was on my back on the tiny bed and I felt his muscles coil and tighten as he ground that monster inside my tender, throbbing center. My breath hitched and impossibly, I was coming again. I tightened down on him and Konstantin growled, putting his big paw over my mouth. “Come with me,Pchelka,”hesaid, pushing in a little higher, impossibly deep and his swelling dick rubbed hard against that spot his finger found and I screamed into his hand, biting it and barely hearing his grunt of pain as he flooded me, my center hot and sore and it was… so good. So damn good.
The little room was silent, aside from the clacking sound from the train on the rails and our harsh breathing. Konstantin’s face was resting against my neck, his cock still buried inside me. My arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him and when he pulled back a bit to look at me, I knew he was thinking the same thing I was.
What did we just do?
Chapter Four
In which Mariya learns her Love Language is, apparently, Self-Destruction.
Love Language - Ariana Grande
Konstantin…
Present day…
“Let’s get to it,” Lucca says, “what happened after the attack, and you saving her life, that was such a mistake?”
Draining nearly half my glass of vodka, I groan. “I went to her sleeper car after the fight. You know, to check on her.”
“Of course,” he agrees, barely keeping a straight face.
“We uh, we did it.” I ran my hand through my hair. “I wasn’t planning to!” I tried to shut up his gloating, “It was the adrenaline from the fight… and…”
“I get it,” Lucca agrees. “Santa merda,holy shit! After that final challenge last year with the live bullets? Tatiana and I went at it so hard it’s a miracle I had any skin left on my dick.”
“Thanks for that visual,” I said dryly.
The son of a bitch is laughing and I want to crack him over the head with his beer bottle. “Congratulations, brother! You finallybroke the seal! You did squat thrusts in a cucumber patch! You boarded the beef bus! You drove the skin trolley through tuna town, you-”
