“Let’s put you in that mansion, then.Open your legs.” His tone was unexpected. Vitali didn’t ask—he told—but this wasn’t either.
I tensed and did not react in time because his knee already pried my thighs apart, and he delivered a light slap across one ofthe healing bruises. I bit down on a cry, but only out of surprise.
Nothing he could do will hurt me,I thought.
“Wider,” he said sharply, and I didn’t have to learn my lesson twice.
The vulnerability that came with being naked was one thing, but being naked with your legs sprawled out while the only other person in the room is mostly clothed, that’s another. I’d have to sit up to undress him fully, if he even let me, and he hadn’t permitted me to move. A part of me ached to test my luck, but something about his tone made me hesitate.
An instinct I would learn to appreciate.
He set his thumb against my sensitive clit, and I squirmed at the light pressure growing into something wilder.
“Whose are you?” he asked, voice low and ready for my disobedience.
“Yours…” I mumbled, but he rolled my clit between his fingers, and that shot through me like a lightning bolt, but it wasn’t pleasant. It hurt. “Yours!”
“That’s right, Kotik,” he said, letting off. He braced himself over me, and I didn’t have time to react as his hand gripped my jaw, thumb set over my lower lip where the remnants of the night’s lipstick still stained the swell. He swiped it roughly, and his breathing became visibly restrained. “Every little bit of you. Now beg me to fuck you.”
His finger hooked my mouth, forcing it open, and when I tried to speak, I couldn’t. On instinct, I glanced around for help I didn’t want. The wrong thing to do, as it turned out, because he dropped his hand against my chest—hard—and this time the sharp slap landed on the cheek opposite the cut. I cried out, but it didn’t make any difference in his expression.
He fumbled for his belt, then zipper, before I could processwhat was going on. His pants weren’t even off, and that didn’t feel right either.
“Beg me to fuck you, Katya,” he repeated, voice low and words unhurried, “or I’ll do it anyway.”
“What—”
He came down, snatching my wrists up and pinning them painfully above my head. His face was close enough for me to smell the faint aftershave and see the fully dilated pupils consuming his eyes. They weren’t even. The left was smaller than the right, all too visible against the bright green of his irises.
Absent,I thought. And that’s when I fully understood how wrong this was.
He pushed down the briefs enough to free his cock. It slapped heavily against my thigh. I’d never been more aware of our size difference, and he was nearly twice as large.
“No…” I gasped, frantically shaking my head.Not like this.
I jerked hard, and he didn’t like that, because he gripped my hip with white-knuckled strength, and I screamed, tears lashing out as he pressed a finger into a bruise. He didn’t like that either, because the next moment, that hand was on my throat. It wasn’t kind.
I twisted, trying to kick, to get him off, but his fingers steadily grew tighter, cutting air off as my ears filled with my pulse. I pummeled on his chest, over and over. My back bowed, but he already had a leg pressing down on my battered thigh. Complete control.
“Stop,” I wheezed, the word breaking into a sputtering cough, fingers desperately digging into his bicep. Whoever was there with me did not hear it. “Vitali—please God stop!”
The tension in his shoulders played across the muscle in the dimlight, growing tighter. Like his breathing. Dark dots appeared on the outskirts of my vision. He shifted, and there was nothing seductive about the movement, only precision because—
No.
No—no–no!
His cock throbbed against me as he took hold of it with the hand that wasn’t on my throat. I hit, I kicked, and I could do nothing. Pre-cum dripped onto my thigh as skin met skin. I was breathing in blood, and only blood.
The face above me, a stranger’s face, swam out of focus and the early morning shadows came creeping in.
* * *
There was a pause, and it lasted a lifetime. A lifetime spent naked underneath the man I loved, scared for my life, and begging—begginghim to stop as I gasped for precious air.
And then nothing.
People always think you can pass out and it’s a half hour, or hours, and then you just wake up with a gasp and go on with your day. In reality, it’s under a minute, or you need serious medical attention. I was out for seconds, maybe five, maybe thirty, but when I came to, Vitali was above me, still as if he were drawn onto the ceiling.
