“On your hands and knees,” he commands, his voice rough and low, slicing through the haze in my mind.
My body’s still trembling, but I obey, rolling over slowly, the silk sheets sliding under me.
I push up onto my knees, ass lifted, the bunched-up gown clinging to my hips. My heart pounds as his hand grips my hip, steadying me, and I feel the blunt head of his cock drag through my wetness, teasing me until I whimper.
“You want this?” he growls, the sound primal, demanding.
“Yes,” I choke out, voice cracking. “Please, Konstantin.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His hands tighten on my hips, fingers digging in, and he thrusts deep inside me, filling me in one brutal, perfect stroke.
I cry out, the stretch intense, overwhelming, but so damn good. He takes me hard, each thrust driving me forward, my hands slipping on the silk. My moans spill out, loud and unrestrained, mingling with his low, possessive grunts.
“Mine,” he snarls, his hand sliding up my spine to fist my hair, tugging my head back. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp, lost in the rhythm, the heat, the way he owns every inch of me. “I’m yours.”
Konstantin’s thrusts are relentless, driving into me with a force that has my moans echoing off the walls. My body’s on fire, every nerve sparking, teetering on the edge of something explosive. Then, without warning, he stops—pulls out completely.
The sudden emptiness hits me like a punch, and I gasp, hips twitching involuntarily as I try to process the loss.
“Konstantin, what—?” My voice is a ragged mess, but he’s already moving, leaning toward the nightstand.
I twist my head, watching through a haze of need as he grabs a condom, the foil glinting in the dim light.
He rips it open with his teeth, a sharp, deliberate move, and my breath catches as he takes himself in hand—his cock massive, thick, veins standing out against the flushed skin. He rolls the condom down slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his eyes locked on mine, dark and predatory. The sight alone sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, my core clenching around nothing.
“Lift your ass higher,” he orders, voice low and rough, cutting through the silence like a blade. “And finger yourself.”
I freeze for a split second, heart pounding, the command sinking in.
“Now, Bella,” he snaps, sharper this time, and my body jolts into action before my mind can argue.
I shift on the bed, pushing up onto my knees, arching my back until my ass is high in the air, exposed and vulnerable. My hand trembles as it slides between my thighs, fingers slipping through the slickness there. I circle my clit, slow at first, then faster, and a moan tears out of me—sharp, desperate. The sensation’s intense, amplified by the weight of his stare, but it’s not enough.
Not compared to him.
My skin burns, arousal and embarrassment twisting together as I feel him watching, his presence filling the room.
He doesn’t move closer—not yet. Instead, he strokes himself, hand moving lazily over his sheathed cock, the latex gleaming faintly.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, the words dripping with control, and my stomach flips. “Now play with your nipples. Pinch them hard.”
My breath hitches, a whimper catching in my throat, but I obey.
My free hand slides up, tugging at my nipple through the thin silk of my gown.
The dual assault—my fingers between my legs, the sharp pinch on my chest—makes my body shudder, pleasure spiking hard and fast. I’m wetter now, dripping, and the sound of it fills the air, obscene and undeniable. His gaze is unrelenting, heavy, possessive, and it pushes me closer to the edge, even as I fight to please him.
Then he teases. Steps closer, just enough that I feel the heat of him, but not enough to touch where I need him most.
“Slower,” he commands, voice a dark purr. “Draw it out.”
I groan, frustration clawing at me, but I slow my fingers, torturing myself as he watches, his strokes matching my pace.
He leans down, lips brushing the small of my back, a featherlight kiss that sends a shiver racing up my spine.
“You look so fucking desperate,” he whispers, tongue flicking out to taste my skin. “Arch more. Let me see everything.”
