“Yes, you can,” he demanded. “You’re going to come for me again. And this time, you’re going to scream my name while you do it.”
His thumb plungedevendeeper inside of me, until his fingers were curled over my ass cheek,which gave me thefinal push I needed.
I camehard, even harder than any of the times before.
My orgasm crashed over me, a blinding, soul-shattering wave of pleasure that left me panting and trembling. Euphoriaburst through in a series of fireworks that soared through my entire body, making me see stars flicker right before my eyes.
His grasp on my hip tightened, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, harder, and more erratic. I could feel him swelling inside me, a hot, demanding pressure that was an undeniable sign of his own impending climax.
He drove into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His body went rigid, a deep, shuddering groan tearing from his chest as he poured himself into me in spurts that burned me from the inside out.
“Mikhail…” The word was a gasping whisper.
“My Katerina,” he answered in a low rumble. He stayed inside me until the last shudder passed through him.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, the sudden emptiness leaving me feeling achingly vulnerable. His thumb slid from myass, and a fresh wave of heat washed over me at the loss of it.
He shifted, and I felt the bed dip beside me. His hands, surprisingly gentle, turned me over. I lay on my backnow, utterly wrecked. My body was a canvas of sensation. My ass throbbed with a dull, hot ache, my pussy was tender and swollen, and a sticky mix of our combined releases coated my inner thighs.
He reached out, his fingers tilting my chin up, forcing me to look at him.
“You were such a good girl for me,” he murmured.
My face flushed with heat, a fresh wave of shame and arousal washing over me. I tried to pull away, but he held me fast, his thumb stroking my jaw in a gesture that was both comforting and possessive at the same time.
“Time to get you cleaned up,” he announced huskily.
He stood up, a tall, imposing shadow in the dimly lit room. He held out a hand to me in an unspoken command. I took it, my smaller fingers disappearing into his large, callused palm. He pulled me up, and my legs, still unsteady, nearly gave out. He caught me, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me against him.
My body, still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, responded instinctively. I leaned into him, my head resting against his chest, the steady beat of his heart a soothing rhythm against my ear. I realized he was still fully dressed while I was his naked, defeated toy, held in his arms. He smelled of sex, sweat,and a faint, clean scent that was all him. For a moment, I let myself just be held.
But I didn’t let that moment last very long.
I pushed away from him, just enough to look up at him, a slow, sassy smile spreading across my face.
“Are you going to bathe me now,Daddy?”
The word hung in the air between us, a deliberate, provocative jab.
His expression didn’t change. There was no surprise, no flicker of amusement in his eyes. He just looked at me, his gaze dark with mysterious intent, and smiled, showing me that he was still utterly, terrifyingly in control.
“No,” he said, his voice a low, calm rumble. “You will bathe Daddy.”
My smile faltered. The sassy retort died on my lips.
“And then,” he continued, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face, “Daddy will watch you bathe.”
CHAPTER 12
Dubai, present day
Viktor
Revenant headquarters had a rhythm. Once you were in its guts long enough, you could feel it in the walls.
The air systems pulsed on a timer. The doors hummed when their locks cycled. The guards moved in patterns, the same twelve count of footsteps in the corridor, the same hoarse cough from the heavy one at the end of the wing, the same bored laugh from the runner that paced the halls faster than anyone else.
They thought they’d contained me after the last incident with the spring and the improvised chokehold. They’d assigned new guards, initiated a new protocol for dealing with me, and even put a new camera in my cell. No more maintenance panel either; they’d bolted a solid slab of metal over it and welded it just to make a point. Very dramatic. A little flattering, actually.
