I know I’m fucking her too hard. I’m half hoping and half praying for that no to pull me out of the frenzy that’s taken a hold of me, but it’s been too long. I’m a starving beast set free in a cage with a prey tied up as bait, a beast fucking like the animal it is. Fucking her raw. And I can’t stop.
Finally, her silence gets through to me. She’s taking my brutal punches stoically. I slide my hands up her sides, grabbing fistfuls of her T-shirt.
She goes rigid, her inner muscles clenching hard on my cock and trapping me inside her. “No.”
I freeze.
“The T-shirt stays on.”
It’s not as if I haven’t seen her naked, but I don’t pause to examine the request. Maybe it’s a punishment. She has gorgeous tits—plump and round. She knows I love them, like to suck her nipples into my mouth. So I settle for sliding my hands under the fabric to cup those curves, to splay my fingers and feel those hard nipples brush forward and backward over my flat, open palms as my thrusts sway her tits.
I pinch her nipples when I come, pleasure pulling my body taut, and still she doesn’t utter a sound. Not a chirp. Not even when I finish inside her and fall over her with my cock buried to the hilt in her soft, trembling flesh, trapping her bound arms between us. She lets me catch my breath while I stroke her flat stomach with one hand and spank her clit with the fingers of the other pressed together until she comes again with me inside her. She even lets me watch my seed spill from her pummeled pussy as I pull out.
I stand back and take us in. I’ve fucked her like a savage. I haven’t even taken the time to remove my clothes. I tuck my cock back into my briefs and adjust my pants. After taking off my torn shirt, I use it to wipe the cum from her thighs. Then I untie the belt and rub her arms to get her blood circulation going.
She straightens on wobbly legs, holding up a hand when I reach out to help her. Still, she doesn’t look at me.
“Tatiana.”
She walks to the bedroom like a woman who’s been well-fucked, taking small, careful steps.
Respecting her request for space, I give her a moment to gather herself while I freshen up in the guest toilet. When I walk into the bedroom, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. I expected her to jump into the shower and wash me off of her, but she’s still wearing her T-shirt. My gaze is drawn to where she absentmindedly rubs the red welts on her wrists.
I go over to the kitchenette in the corner and make a cup of tea with three spoons of sugar, which I put in her hand. “Here. Drink this.”
She wraps her hands around the cup, soaking up the warmth. When I turn for the bathroom to run her a bath, she speaks.
“I need the morning-after pill. I’m not on birth control.”
The statement stops me in my tracks. When I took her virginity, she also mentioned protection. I told her I wanted nothing between us for our first time. Or any other time, for that matter. I could tell she liked that statement.
Fucking her bare was a risk, one I take full responsibility for. I was an adult. She was young and inexperienced. Young people of that age sometimes take stupid risks when lust overrules common sense and every fuck is a moment of forbidden pleasure… a few minutes of stolen ecstasy. And God knows, Tatiana was forbidden in every way.
What I took from her was meant for someone else. What I stole from another man could’ve meant my death sentence. I knew all of that when I pinned her beneath me and tore through her hymen with my cock. She had no idea what I was doing, no inkling just how dangerous the game we were playing was.
Afterward, when it was over and I was driving her home with soaked, bloodstained panties and an aching tenderness between her legs, she asked me what we’d do if she got pregnant. I kissed her and told her we’d handle it, and from the smile splitting her face, I could tell she liked that too.
Her words pull me back to the present. “I made it easy for you, didn’t I?”
I look at her.
“Back then.” She rocks herself. “You must’ve laughed at me behind my back.”
“You made nothing easy for me. You made me work so damn hard for it too. By the time you finally let me into your body, you had me on my knees.”
“I meant my family. You used me to find out when they’d be at their most vulnerable, the least protected.”
I curl my fingers into fists as the accusation settles between us. I’ve never lied to Tatiana. Not once. I didn’t tell her everything, but I didn’t tell her one single untruth. I’m not going to do that to her now.
“I see.” She nods. “Of everything you did between using me and making me believe you gave a damn, that was the cruelest, putting their deaths on me.”
I stalk back and stop in front of her. “Those deaths are on me. You had nothing to do with that, do you hear me?”
She wipes at a stray tear that runs over her cheek and carries on as if she hasn’t heard me. “If that’s how much you hate us, why is my brother still alive?”
At the mention of that son of a bitch, I clench my fists harder. “I don’t hate you.”
The wan smile that curves her lips says I have a strange way of showing it. “Well, you got what you wanted, so give me the papers to sign so that I can get the hell out of here.”
