She didn’t answer. She moaned instead, which was its own answer.
“Yeah,” I said.“You love it, don’t you?”
I used her breasts like handles and began to bottom out on her — full strokes, no restraint, feeling her take every inch.
“Da,” she moaned.“Da. I love it.”
“Then take it,” I said, and moved faster.
My balls swung until they began to smack against her pussy, my pelvis nudging the carrot deeper with each drive forward. I released her breasts and gripped her ass cheeks instead, dragging her on and off my cock at the pace I wanted.
“Oh—oh. Vadim. I’m—oh god—I’m going to come,” she panted.
“Yes you are, my little whore,” I growled, ploughing into her the way I had been thinking about since I sent that message two hours ago.
Her body began to jerk. Tremors ran down the backs of her legs. Her strangled cry cut through the kitchen and her pussy contracted around me—tight, rhythmic, pulling at me with the insistence of a body that had stopped pretending it didn’t want this.
I thrust through it. Again and again, fucking her through every wave of it, until I groaned and pressed hard against her ass and buried myself as deep as I could go and allowed myself to come.
It was a win.
She didn’t control me.
My head tipped back.
Hot.
Wet.
And hopefully straight to her womb.
The sounds of our breathing and the indifferent ticking of the clock were the only two things left in the kitchen. I looked down at Iskra.
She had collapsed against the counter, cheek on the marble, entirely spent.
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I passed her the salad platter.
“More carrots?” I asked.
She looked at me with an expression that could have stripped paint and stabbed at the dumpling on her plate.
“Why so angry?” I said, setting the salad between us when she didn’t take it.“This is our first dinner together. They even lit candles for us.”
The candles in question flickered between us with complete indifference to the atmosphere.
“You really should consume more fruit and vegetables,” I added.“They are high in fibre and will help you—”
“That’s enough,” she hissed.
Her eyes cut to the open doorway where Bogdan and Radovan were stationed. Aware of the audience.
“You seem a little tense,” I observed.“Almost as if you have something stuck up your ass.”
She pushed her plate back and stood.
She made it almost to the door before she stopped, reached back to the table, and grabbed a handful of her berrypirozhki.
