My body is airborne before I can gasp. I land on the bed with a bounce.
Oh my gosh.
He jerks my knees apart with gallant force, eyes on me, dark and menacing. He fists his length, eyes searing down as he strokes. When his gaze lands on my exposed pussy, my heart stutters, and my face flames.
“Hmm,” he says softly, almost reverently. “Do you know what you look like right now?”
“No,” I whisper.
“You look like an offering. Apatheticoffering.”
A shiver bristles through me. He’s not wrong. I feel like a sacrifice. The California girl turned into a Russian gangster’s toy. That’s how he’s looking at me.
But I’mnotpathetic.
Although my breath is unsteady, I lift my chin smugly, unflinching.
He sees through it.
“Look at your thighs shake, moyá mishka,” he taunts, then jerks my hips to the edge of the bed. “Nervous? Because you want to be the best I’ve had, don’t you?”
I swallow, and admit the truth.
“Yes. I want to be... your favorite.”
“Louder.”
”Iwillbe the best you’ve had, Gustav.”
He chuckles darkly. “Unlikely.”
And then he spits. Right onto my slit, hot and slick. I flinch and clench as it rolls down to my opening. His thumb strokes over the skin, smearing it all over.
“Want me to lick your cunt, don’t you? But I won’t. You’re unworthy.”
I scoff, incredulous. I move to smack his hand off, but he clasps my throat, firm and immovable. I squirm, trying to shimmy free.
“Be still, or I’ll choke you until you quit.”
My eyes widen, and I freeze.
No laughing.
His thumb circles my entrance. I clench in anticipation. He finds the delicate thin skin partially covering the opening.
My hymen.
His touch pauses. When I glance up, he’s holding his bottom lip between his teeth.
It only lasts a moment before he resumes exploring. He dips in, to his first knuckle, wetting it, and oddly, he pulls out... and touches a new spot. The tight knot of nerves higher.
What is he...?
“You fight me on everything,” he says in a gravelly voice. “Fight this.”
His wet fingertip dances on my clit. Slow. Aching. Then steady.
Oh. He wants me to orgasm. The bastard. After calling me unworthy? Threatening me? Psh. This is my body, and I’ll rob myself of pleasure before giving him what he wants.
