He moved then, lifting me with his arms underneath mine as easily as if I weighed nothing. My world tilted as I was hauled into the air, and twisted around to face him, my legs naturally straddling his, my body still humming with sensation. He didn’t lay me down. He didn’t ease me onto the bed either. He held me suspended for a heart-stopping second, his powerful arms the only thing keeping me from crashing to the floor. Then he dropped me.
I gasped, a shocked, pained cry as I was impaled on his cock.
Fuck.
Oh, my God.
He wasbig.
He hadn’t even bothered to fully undress. His pants were pushed down just enough, and I was being lowered onto the thick, hard length of him. He was far bigger than I had anticipated but should have expected, a thick, unyielding stretch that burned in a way that was both agony and ecstasy at the same time.
My body, already overly sensitized from the spanking, clenched around him, a desperate, instinctual reaction to the sudden, overwhelming intrusion of his big cock inside me.
“Aaahhhh, fuuuuck,” he groaned, a harsh, guttural sound of pure male pleasure. He let me sit there for a moment, fully speared by the length of him, a living, breathing trophy of his conquest over me. My head fell back, my body arching, my hands bracing against his shoulders to keep myself upright.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, still sore andtender from his earlier rough attention. “Just sitting on my cock. Taking me so well. Such a good girl,kotenok.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I could barely even think.
“I’m looking forward to playing with these beautiful tits some more,” he said, his heated gaze flicking down to my chest as he kneaded the sensitive flesh. He gave my nipples another rough, possessive roll, and a jolt of pure fire shot straight to my core.
My nipples were still so sore, I couldn’t help but whimper at his rough treatment. Then he pinched them hard and I keened even more loudly than before.
His smirk was a slow, devastating curve of his mouth. “They’re sensitive, aren’t they? Good. I like them that way.”
His hands roamed over my body. He traced the scars on my ribs, the line of my collarbone, the curve of my hips. He was learning me, mapping me, claiming me, one touch at a time and somewhere deep inside of me, I was loving every minute of it.
I hated him for it. I hated myself for it.
His thumb found my clit, and I shattered.
I screamed, trying desperately to claw my way off his cock, but when his arm wound around my waist and held me in place, my orgasm just grew that much more intense. In that moment, I was no longer a soldier, an agent, a woman in control. I was just a body, a mass of nerves and sensations, utterly at his mercy.
He let me ride it out, his hands on my hips, holding me steady. He watched me closely, like a predator savoring his kill.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Let go. Give me everything. Then I’m going to give you the fucking you’ve needed since way before I first laid eyes on you,kotenok.”
He lifted me.He let me feel every inch of him as he pulled out, a long, torturous drag that left me feeling empty and aching.
Then he drove back in.
CHAPTER 6
Two weeks ago…
Viktor
There was no other feeling in the world like this one.
Her tight, wet heat clamped around my cock like a silken fist. The way her body trembled beneath my hands, the soft, desperate sounds she made as I drove into her, the way she fought me even as she gave into me. She was a warrior, even in her defeat.
It was the most goddamn beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I had her on her back now, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body arching into me like a flower reaching for the sun.
Her hands, which had been clenched into fists at her sides, were now gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, the small stab of pain a sweet counterpoint to the pleasure coursing through me.
I started to move, not in a slow, gentle rocking, but a hard, relentless pounding. I pulled out, leaving just the head of my cock inside her, then slammed back in, a merciless thrust that made her cry out. Her head fell back, her throat a long, elegant line I wanted to bite.
