I drag my hand from her hip to the soft dip of her waist, pulling her flush against me until every hard line of my body grinds against hers. She gasps, her lips parting again, and this time, the sound that spills out is shameless.
A moan, soft and broken.
“You see? You can’t lie to me. Not when your body begs so sweetly,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to her throat, tasting the rapid pound of her pulse beneath my lips.
Her hips rock almost unconsciously into mine, seeking more. That’s all the proof I need to know I have her exactly where she wants to be. Trapped under me and utterly helpless.
“Run all you want,kroshka.But your body will always bring you back to me.” My hand moves again, up from her waist to her throat. My palm fits there too well, my thumb resting beneath her jaw as I tilt her face up to me.
I kiss her hard, squeezing her throat until she gasps and parts her lips for me. My tongue slides in, wrapping around hers.
Her hands finally lift, trembling as they hover between us. For a second, I think she’ll push me away. But instead, her fingers curl into the front of my shirt, clutching onto me like she’s drowning.
I rip my mouth away from her.
“Say it,” I order, my voice sharp as a whip crack. I grind my hips harder against her, dragging the length of my cock against her thigh through my slacks. The sound she makes is helpless, humiliatingly needy. “Tell me you want me to own you.”
“Please…” she gasps.
“Please, what?” I taunt, nipping at her jaw, dragging her down into the confession I demand. “Say it.”
Her eyes squeeze shut. “I want you to own me.”
I smile, slow and triumphant, leaning back just enough to see her face, to savor every ounce of torment and relief written there. “Good girl.”
I crush my mouth against hers before she can take it back. It’s not a kiss meant for tenderness. It’s possession, it’s hunger, it’s punishment for leaving me and reward for letting herself befound all in one. She gasps against me, and I take the chance to slide my tongue between her lips, claiming her from the inside out.
Her nails dig through the fabric of my shirt, biting through the fabric to mark my skin underneath—her own kind of claiming of me.
Good, let her cling to me. Let her admit in every way that she can’t deny me anymore.
My hand slides down her body, skimming over her hip before shoving between her thighs. Even through the thin fabric of her pants, I feel how hot she is, how wet. The evidence of her denial soaks my fingers when I press hard against her, dragging a ragged cry from her throat.
“See? Your body doesn’t lie. You’re dripping for me,Milaya.Don’t you dare pretend otherwise,” I say against her mouth, nipping her lower lip until she whimpers.
Her answer is another moan, louder this time, as I rub my fingers over her clothed core. Her hips jerk, grinding herself down onto my hand. She can’t stop herself. No matter how hard she tries to cling to her pride, her body has already surrendered.
“Say it again. Say what you want,” I growl, dragging my mouth down her neck, sucking at the skin until I leave a mark.
Her breath hitches, her body twisting under me, desperate. “I–I want you.”
“Louder.” My fingers shove beneath her waistband now, finding bare skin, sliding against slick heat. She shudders so violently she almost knocks against the shelf behind her.
“I want you!” she cries out, her voice breaking with it, high and desperate.
That’s it. That’s my victory.
I thrust two fingers inside her without warning, swallowing her gasp with another brutal kiss. She clamps down around me, her body trying to drag me deeper as her walls squeeze around my fingers. My cock throbs at the sensation, already straining against the fabric of my slacks, remembering how those same walls felt wrapped around me instead.
Her eyes roll back as she clutches at me, her body grinding down against my hand like she can’t get enough. Every sound she makes only fuels me more, my hips grinding against her thigh in a brutal rhythm.
I want her broken open with pleasure. I want her ruined for anyone else.
Her cry still echoes when I shove her pants over her hips and down her thighs, not bothering with finesse. I want her bared for me, trembling, and already begging by the time I’ve got my cock between her legs.
She scrambles for balance against the shelf, hands gripping wood that groans under the pressure.
My cock is straining so hard it hurts, and I don’t waste another second. I shove her panties aside, fingers sliding through her slick folds once more just to hear her gasp. “Already so wet for me. You tried to run from me but your cunt stays loyal.”
