“I’ll prove it to you,” I said. Then slammed my cock into her waiting hole.
She moaned at the intrusion, and I pressed in harder, not bothering with gentleness or allowing her to adjust. I fucked her like she deserved to be fucked: rough and all-consuming.
It felt incredible to have no barrier between us. To feel each and every twinge of her pussy milking me. There was no going back after this.
When her restrained legs started trembling, I thrust even harder into her, enjoying the way her body jerked mindlessly against the restraints.
“Already about to come?” I tsked, smacking her clit.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I continued slamming into her over and over, never wanting to leave the pleasure of her warm kiska.
I bucked into her while she careened off a cliff, savoring her mindless screams as she violently spasmed underneath me.
It set off something inside me. Before I knew it, I was pulling out of her and coming all over her stomach. She groaned around my rough flicks of her clit, her hips bucking into the air.
Already hard again, I smiled, knowing I was going to enjoy fulfilling my promise. By the time I was done, every inch of her skin would be painted white.
I slid back inside of her, not even close to being quenched of her.
A small part of my mind wondered if I’d ever have enough of her body. If I’d ever stop needing to listen to the cute sounds escaping from her mouth, when I fucked her.
I pulled backwards until I was nearly outside of her cave. My entire body rebelled at the idea.
“Time to prove it to youagain,” I said. Then slammed into her so hard that her head jerked backwards.
Chapter forty-six
Dmitri
Soon after her final orgasm, my freshly showered kitten drifted off into sleep with my oversized t-shirt hanging across her small frame. I watched her chest rise and fall underneath my black cotton shirt. A possessiveness swelled inside of me as I tucked her closer against my body.
When my phone buzzed, I felt like a dragon hoarding its treasure, not wanting the sound to awaken her and for her to leave my den.
I didn’t even bother checking to see who it was. Instead, I swept a stray hair back behind her ear and listened to the soothing sound of her even breaths.
In the morning, my arm mindlessly reached for her warmth, instinctively wanting her closer. My hand met empty sheets and my eyes snapped open, irritation brimming through me.
I stemmed the feeling. Told myself I should be relieved, that I’d gotten too close for my own good. I knew she was dangerous to my health, but I kept pulling her closer. I padded into thehallway, already mentally listing off the things I needed to accomplish.
The moment I entered the kitchen, I blinked once, twice, sure I was hallucinating.
Alisa was hunched over the oven, muttering to herself.
“What are you doing?” I asked the girl who’d admitted she couldn’t cook.
She spun around. A blush worked its way down her face and hid underneath my shirt.
“Cooking muffins,” she said, failing to appear nonchalant.
A soft sizzle echoed and her eyes widened.
I leaned against the kitchen island, enthralled by her movements. She opened up the oven, and cursed.
She hurriedly set a tray full of muffins on the stove. The tops were charred, and I didn’t miss the burnt smell wafting through the kitchen.
Alisa amended her previous statement, “Or at least I was trying to.”
She looked down at the muffins, defeat in her eyes. “I’ll just throw these away.”
