I gasp, struggling for breath as ecstasy whites out my vision.
Kolya uses his hold on my throat to yank me back down onto his cock. His teeth graze my lobe. “Do you hear them up there? What would they think if they knew sweet little Miss Chloe was getting railed in their basement?”
The images his words conjure—Brenda’s shocked face, the resulting scandal, the ruin of my reputation—should horrify me. Instead, I find myself closer to the edge of a forbidden fantasy I never knew I harbored.
“They’d never look at you the same way again.” His free hand grasps mine and slides it down between my legs.
With his fingers gloving mine, he makes me stroke myself.
Dirty fingers doing dirty things.
All the while, he’s pounding me from behind, his hand collaring a throat still sore from him ramming his dick down it earlier. Under his heated flesh, sensations I’d forgotten during our grand escape all rush back.
His hands in my hair. Him shoving my face down. Me choking on him. Struggling to breathe as he fucked my throatlike he knew I could handle myself. Swallowing everything he gave me, everything I earned.
My climax builds, a tightening coil of fire and pressure.
“Their children’s teacher, taking cock like you were made for it. Whimpering like a bitch in heat.” His hand constricts on my throat, barely restricting my breathing. It’s still enough. “I should come on your chest. Paint you with my spill.”
A dam of propriety, of self-restraint, of the careful image I’ve maintained for years shatters. My fingers move faster without his urging, stroking my clit in time with his thrusts.
His hand at my throat, his words in my ear, his body moving inside mine… It’s too much.
I’m pulsing. Electric. Vibrating beneath my skin.
His breath tickles my hair. “That’s right. I love the way your body clenches around me. Lets me know you’re hungry for more. Come for me. Come on my cock while you finger that sweet little pussy.”
I come with a violence that shocks me. My body convulses around him as the orgasm crashes through me in fierce waves.
A cry rises from deep inside and escapes my lips.
Kolya covers my mouth with his palm. The loose gag only intensifies the sensations, dragging them out until I’m boneless putty in his arms.
He follows me over the edge, burying a low groan in my hair as he fills me.
We stay like this for endless moments, locked together, sweat-slick and dust-covered, breathing in unison as our heartbeats slow.
Then he withdraws and flips me around to face him. In the dim light, I can see the smudges of dust mixed on his damp face, in his short, dark hair, on his neck.
That same dirt covers me.
Visible evidence of what we shared.
I try to brush away the worst of the dust, but some remains on my clothes and skin.
Just like Kolya has left his invisible but indelible mark on me.
I bury my face in his shoulder, crying soundlessly as he cradles me.
And for the first time since I was nine years old, I feel completely safe.
Chapter 20
Chloe
I wake to a stiff, sore body and the smell of dust and lemon cleaner. Thin light seeps through a grimy window, painting murky shadows across unfamiliar shapes. For one terrifying heartbeat, I don’t remember where I am.
Then the memories flood back.
