I walk into my bedroom without looking back.
I take off my jacket, then the rest of my clothes, until I am left in nothing but my bra and panties.
I head into the bathroom, turn on the tap, and start washing my hands and my face.
I dry off with a towel when I feel him step up behind me. My back grazes his chest. He bends and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, his hands roaming slowly over my body.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back, biting down on a moan.
I know how this looks, from hatred to this, but the truth is more complicated.
I still hate him.. in a way.
Or more accurate I hate what he represents, what his family stands for.
But he didn’t do anything to me directly.
Not really.
And that’s why I stopped resisting. Because he makes me feel things.
And I want to keep feeling them, even if only for a moment. To feel something other than pain.
Yes, it’s fucked up that the person who does this to me is a Markev.
But fuck, what am I supposed to do?
My thoughts threaten to pull me under, the guilt presses in, and the familiar void opens wide. Then he bites lightly at my neck, and it drags me back.
And here I stay.
His hands keep moving over my arse, one of them sliding forward until his fingers find my centre. He lifts his mouth from my neck and bends down, out of my line of sight.
I don’t look in the mirror. If I do, I’ll ruin this moment, and I can’t afford that.
I smirk to myself just as his teeth sink into my arse cheek. I gasp, my fingers curling against the counter, while his hand continues its slow movements.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I need to fill you again. I need my cum dripping out of you, constantly.”
He tears my panties and bra away, tossing them aside. Then he straightens and, in one swift motion, lifts me into his arms, turning me and setting me down on the counter.
I don’t realise when he strips, only that he’s suddenly naked, his cock hard as he thrusts into me. I moan, my hands sliding up to wrap around his neck.
He pulls out slowly, watching me intently, before slamming back in.
I watch him, biting my lower lip, the sight of it so damn good it steals my breath.
“This pussy is fucking mine,” he grunts as he drives deeper into me.
“I’m close already,” I manage to say.
It doesn’t take long. He seals his lips to mine and I’m gone, clenching around him as he fucks me like there’s no tomorrow.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” he growls. “Right the fuck now.”
I let the orgasm take me and feel him empty inside me.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, kissing me. “Fucking mine.” He bites my lip.
