Chapter 83
Iskra
He was killing me tonight—and not in any murderous sense. I could blame the pregnancy hormones, but I’d be lying to myself. Somewhere within the haze of lust I knew he was using my need against me. But I wasn’t alone in it. I’d heard his lips smacking as he tasted his fingers. I hadn’t needed to look back to verify the suspicion.
I tensed as he straddled my legs again. Then the wet sounds of him applying more lubricant. I closed my eyes.
No glass.
Only flesh.
He gripped my cheeks and pried them apart.
The wet heat of his cock landed between them.
“What do you want, my love?” he asked, his voice low and soft.
It was the second time he had used a term of endearment for me—something previously reserved only for Runa.
He rubbed his length over me and my pussy clenched as I snapped back to the present.
“Ask and you shall receive.”
“That’s blasphemy,” I gasped.
“There is no redemption for my soul,” he said dryly.
“You want to drag me down with you,” I said, glancing over my shoulder.
The dim light made his large form hovering over me look ominous.
“Misery loves company,” he said with a shrug.
God. He was impossible.
I faced the white pillow and took a deep breath.
“Please fuck me in my ass, Vadim.”
“Hm,” he hummed.“I think I prefer the title of your husband. Try again.”
My children could get a new father. I would find them the best there was. I had a gun and knowledge behind me. I buried my face into the pillow and groaned. No one would love them as he did.
I lifted my head.
“Dearest husband, please fuck me in the ass so I won’t have to shoot you.”
“A little rude, but that could be due to hormones. You get a pass for now,” he murmured.“C minus.”
I’d never got a C in my life. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I felt him press the blunt head against my ass. I closed my mouth, remembering that I had to choose my battles.
“That’s my girl,” he said as the head popped in.“Hold that ass open for me.”
I nodded, panting into the pillows. He was so much thicker than the plug. He always was, but he took his time. I lowered my hands until I felt his legs on either side of me. His thighs brushed mine as he began to work the tip in and out. The lube he’d worked inside me was doing its job. I relaxed my muscles as he pushed deeper.
If I could speak I’d have been thanking him for his service—so it was just as well that I couldn’t.
“Such a tight little hole for me to fuck,” he whispered, but his breathing was erratic—giving himself away.
