“I’ll give you to the count of three,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “That was one.”
With a shiver, I raise the shirt higher this time. The fabric slides over my skin until my breasts are bared. His gaze drags up my body, and a flush spreads across my chest under the heavy pressure of it.
“Two.”
With a shuddered breath, I drag the fabric over my head and let it hit the floor. I’m naked and exposed, but the vulnerability is a sharp high.
“Three.”
For one brief moment I consider running, but it’s too late. He sets the glass down. His hand shoots out, catches my wrist, and yanks me forward. I stumble into him and land in his lap, his mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that’s more teeth than lips. It’s brutal and claiming, like he’s trying to devour me whole.
His hands are everywhere. Sliding up my sides, digging into my hips. Then one fists in my hair, wrenching my head back so he can bite down on my neck.
I gasp, arching into him, and he makes a low sound of approval.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he growls against my throat. “I tell you to hide, and stay safe and you do the opposite.” His teeth scrape down to my collarbone. “God, I should tie you up and fuck you senseless. Leave my cum dripping from all your holes to teach you a lesson.”
My toes curl against the plush rug beneath my feet. Maybe I’m twisted and there’s something wrong with me, but I want exactly what he’s promising.
“Do it,” I breathe. “Use me however you want.”
He pulls back, and what I see in his eyes makes my breath catch. Raw need. Desperation. Like I’m the only thing standing between him and complete destruction.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he warns.
“I know.”
His hands go to my breasts, rough and demanding. He palms them, squeezes them, then dips his head to take one nipple into his mouth. The suction is hard, almost painful, and I cry out as he works me over with his teeth and tongue.
He moves to the other peak and bites down hard enough to leave a ring of darkening bruises. He wants to mark me. He wants undeniable proof of his claim left on my skin.
His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp slap, and the pain makes my core clench tight.
“Fuck!” I jerk against him, the sting mixing with pleasure in ways that make my head spin.
He does it again. Harder. “You like that, don’t you? Like it when I get rough with you.”
“Yes.” The word comes out as a moan.
“Of course you do.” Another slap, this time on the other side. “Because you’re perfect for me. Made for me. This tight little body was built to take everything I give it.”
He groans when his fingers slide between my legs, finding me already wet.
“Soaking already. You want my cock this badly?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
He bites down on my nipple again, harder this time, and I arch into the sensation with a broken sound. “Not yet. First I want you to beg properly. Show me how much you need it.”
His fingers work me mercilessly, rubbing tight circles around my clit while his other hand continues to toy with my nipples. Pinching. Pulling. Marking me as his.
“Kirill, please. I need you inside me. Need to feel you.”
“Why should I give you what you want when you didn’t listen to me? You risked your life when I told you not to.” He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them in a way that makes me see stars.
