I pressed my lips together, unable to bear answering him.
Instead, I stared at the ceiling and started thinking about the store, with its endless rows of records and the things I needed to do when I got back...if I got back.
Darius grabbed my face, his hand painfully squeezing my jaw. "Answer me. Is your cunt wet?"
CHAPTER 9
ANNA
“Yes, sir.” A single hot tear spilled down my temple as I met his fierce gaze.
His eyes narrowed, and he grabbed my panties and ripped them from my body, the seams tearing at my hips. He tossed the ruined cloth aside, leaving me in only that damn necklace.
“Fuck,” he whispered, taking me in, then he shook his head like he didn’t mean to say that out loud. “I am going to make sure your focus stays on me,maya soloveyka.”
He said something else in Russian that I didn’t understand, but the predatory look in his eyes was unmistakable.
It screamedyou are mine.
He stepped away, and without thinking, I sat up. He was on me in a second, pinning my hands back down to the mattress.
“Bad girl,” he growled, his hand squeezing my breast until I cried out, then he slapped it hard enough my back arched. Before the sting could spread, he was soothing it away with his lips, sucking on my stinging nipple.
The weight of the deadly collar pressed against my skin. A reminder that he was forcing my obedience in more ways than one.
He dug his fingers into my inner thighs, spreading them wider, the cool air kissing my heated flesh as he stared at my pussy.
The blood rushing in my ears was too loud for me to hear whatever he said next.
Then his mouth was on me. There was no teasing, no clumsy build-up, just his hot, hungry mouth devouring me.
Cries of pleasure and surprise spilled from my lips as my back arched off the bed, but I was careful not to move my hands.
My head thrashed from side to side, my entire body shuddered, but my hands did not move. No one had ever bothered to go down on me before. It was something that in my admittedly limited experience men just didn’t do.
Sex was supposed to be for their pleasure, not for mine.
Darius’s fingers dug into my hips as he pinned me down. From the low growling sound he made as he thrust his tongue inside of me and fucked me with his mouth, I was pretty sure this was for his pleasure. The overwhelming waves of ecstasy and the pressure building in my core were by-products.
One of his hands stayed at my hip, moving to just under my belly as he held me down while the other one snaked back up my body, caressing the tight peak of my breast.
This wasn’t about what I would enjoy, it was about him tasting me, him pulling pleasure from my body. Not so I could experience it, but to prove that he could.
I should have hated it.
I should have been fighting him, putting my feet on his shoulders and pushing him away, or crawling across the bed. Something.
He was too strong. The things he was doing to my body and making me feel were too powerful.
My mind screamed at me to not let this happen, to not fall into his trap, but I was helpless.
My feet were slung over his back, my heels digging into his ribs as my hips arched off the bed, but he didn’t let up.
The pressure built in my core. Heat flashed up my body, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. My eyes squeezed shut, my lips open as I panted and made noises I had never uttered before. Tears still streamed down my face, but it wasn’t the same as before. It wasn’t fear or pain I was feeling.
It was everything.
Every emotion, every sensation, was hitting me all at once, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. It was too much and not enough at the same time.
