“Tell me to stop and I will,” I said, the throbbing in my pants growing restless. “All you have to say is, ‘Alexander, stop. I don’t want this.’”
A shudder ran down the full length of her body as I stroked a hand across her collarbone.
“I don’t want this,” she said, her cheeks blushing on the lie.
My hand moved up from her collarbone to grip her throat, tipping her face up to meet mine.
“Now say it without lying, Marisha.” I held her throat as I pressed a kiss to her mouth. It wasn’t gentle or tender, it was rough and demanding, a warning from my mouth to hers not to lie to me again.
I pulled out of the kiss, so she could catch her breath. So she could tell me exactly what I wanted to hear. I wouldn’t be sated until I’d heard her say the words. And like a blessing they came…
“I can’t,” she said, her throat swallowing underneath my grip, “I do want it. It’s wrong, and it’s likely to get me killed, but I want it. So much.” Her last two words were husky and full of longing heat.
“Tell me,” I growled, kicking her legs apart with mine so I could fill the space between them, my hard length pressing against her center.
“I’ve not stopped thinking about our kiss since last week,” she whimpered.
“More,” I replied, kissing my way to her earlobe.
“I touched myself last night while thinking about you,” she admitted, and I paused in my movements to look at her. “While Ivan lay snoring downstairs, I touched myself, thinking of you.”
“Did you come, Marisha?” I asked, my pants too tight.
She nodded. “Yes.” Her eyes were brimming with tears as she said the single word, shame marring her perfect face.
“No, Marisha, no tears. There is no shame in taking pleasure from your body,” I soothed.
“But my husband…”
I pressed another kiss to her lips, silencing her words I didn’t want to hear about that bastard Ivan. This moment was about me and about her. And this time she kissed me back. The kiss deepened and she moaned into my mouth, her hands finding their way to my hair. She arched her back, pressing herself against my length to gain friction.
I released her neck and picked her up in one swift movement, laying her flat on the pool table and spreading her legs wide, the side rail and cushion of the table lifted her ass even higher giving me a perfect view. I slid my hands slowly up her thighs, the split in the dress making it easier for me to get a good grip on her panties and slide them down her legs before pocketing them.
“Ivan,” she whimpered as I stroked my way along her thighs, spreading her wider with each caress.
“I don’t want to hear his name,” I said, my tone dark, “for the next thirty minutes you’re mine. This body, this pussy, is only mine, understood?” I split her lips with a thick finger, and she arched into my hand.
“He’ll kill us,” she said, her heady gaze focused on me. I lowered my head, kissing along her thighs until I reached the apex, sucking her clit into my mouth. Her hands found my head, her nails digging into my hair as I flicked my tongue and pushed another finger inside her.
I lapped at her as she grew wetter, her body bucking against my hand with each thrust of my fingers.
Standing up I unbuckled my suit pants before opening a condom and sliding it down my thick length. I gripped her legs and pulled them up to my shoulders, taking aim with my cock at her entrance. She mewled as I pressed against her clit with the pad of my thumb again, circling slowly. How I would have loved to take my time on her body. To spend hours making her come over and over, until finally, she was well spent and pliant in my arms. I’d fuck her until my knees buckled if I could.
But I really was on a limited timescale, having urged my father to give us thirty minutes alone to see if she would spill any secrets. I stroked down her silky thighs, loving how she whimpered for me. I wondered if she was like this for Ivan, or if she were silent and subservient. The thought made anger bubble inside of me, and I quickly pushed the thought away before I lost my hardon.
“What am I doing?” she whimpered, fear coming back into her features, the haze of lust parting.
“You’re taking one night for yourself, Marisha. One night to feel how a woman should feel when she’s with a man. One night to fuck and cum and give your body to a man instead of him taking it for himself,” I replied, honestly.
“One night,” she panted, her gaze slipping from mine and going back to the door.
“One night,” I agreed, as I thrust inside of her sharply.
Her body protested momentarily against my girth, before stretching to accompany my size. I slid out of her, teasing her opening before slowly pushing myself back inside. I clamped an arm across her legs, and another reached for her throat, holding her body in place as I slowly fucked in and out of her. Each delicious punch of my cock hitting deep inside of her and making her gasp and tighten like a fist around me.
I slid a finger between her lips, and she sucked on it as her pussy clamped around my length. The slap of flesh on flesh as our bodies connected and came apart over and over had my balls drawing up ready to blow, but I wasn’t ready—she wasn’t ready.
Pulling out of her, I lowered her legs and slid her off the table. She stood on unsteady feet and I spun her around, bending her over the table and lifting her skirt up over her ass. I reared back to spank her but then caught myself just in time. If Ivan saw a handprint on her ass, she’d be dead before morning. I smoothed my palm over the pale flesh instead, the touch tender instead of fierce like I was used to.
