She licked my fingers as she pulled them back out. “I’m already driving you insane.”
But then she changed direction, forcing my grip around her throat. “Fuck me, Zoltán. Waiting hurts. I’m aching.”
Her hands tightened around mine, and she moaned in delight.
That thread? Gone.
I didn’t give her another second of pain. I drove into her with one brutal, unrelenting thrust.
Her heat encompassed me, tight, wet, and welcoming.
Her back arched, taking her inches off the bed.
Inside her, I moved slowly, tightening my hands around the side of her neck and grunting in her ear, “You wanted my worst?”
She nodded, her chest heaving.
I lifted her leg to rest on my shoulder, letting me pound into her deeper. She swore, crying out, her nails raking down my back. Her breathless, stuttering moans made me fuck her harder.
“That’s it,” I growled, setting a merciless pace. “Take it. Take me all the way.”
“H—harder. Harder.”
She shattered my damn soul.
Zsófia Bacque was all I wanted.
My fingers dug into her thigh as I claimed her into the mattress, one of her fists clutched the sheet, the other slashed scars into my back.
The bed springs groaned beneath us, and the headboard knocked on the wall.
But that was all secondary to her raspy begs for me not to stop.
And the sound of my name in her half-ruined, wanton voice.
“No man will fuck you like this,” I threatened in her ear, loosening my grip on her throat and brushing her pulse point with my thumb. “No one.”
She shook her head. “No one—couldn’t. They couldn’t.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Look at you, red-faced, choking, and still desperate to please me. Taking my cock so well.”
She nodded and whimpered.
The words tumbled out because I was all instinct. InEnglish, I said, “Good girl. Take it. Take it.”
Her eyes rolled back, and I lowered so we were chest to chest. “You like my accent, don’t you?”
Her nods were so exaggerated that her chin bashed into my hand.
“I wish you could see yourself, Fia. You’re so perfect like this. All mine. Can’t move, can’t think, just take.” I thrust particularly deep, at an angle that made her yelp.
Her nails clawed at me, her other hand forcing me to tighten around her throat.
“Wanna—wanna see,”she panted.
As soon as we left this place, I was going to hire someone to install mirrors on the ceiling, for when we came back.
Maybe my bedroom too.
