“Say it anyway.”
“You.” The word barely makes it past her lips.
“And who am I to you?”
Her eyes flash with defiance as her body trembles with need. “You’re an asshole who drugged me and forced me into marriage.”
I lean down to her ear. “Try again. Who. Am. I.”
She turns her face away. “Kirill.”
“Keep going.”
“My...” She swallows hard. “My husband.”
“Good girl.” I slide two fingers inside her as a reward, and she cries out. “Say it again.”
“My husband,” she gasps. “You’re my husband, Kirill.”
Satisfaction roars through me. Damn right.
“So fucking wet,” I growl, pumping slowly, her walls clenching around my fingers. “You’ve been lying here aching for this, haven’t you?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I curl my fingers and hit that sensitive spot that lights her up. Her hips rock but the restraints keep her still, keep her exactly where I want her.
My thumb finds her clit and she gasps. I circle slowly, studying her face, memorizing every expression. The way her breath hitches. The way her eyes glaze over with need. The way her lips part around soft moans she can’t control.
Tonight, with my ring on her finger and her body responding to mine like we were made for this, something has shifted. Like we crossed a line I didn’t know was there.
I pull my fingers out and trail them lower through her wetness, until I find the tight ring of muscle below.
Her body stiffens. “What are you doing?”
“Shh. Trust me.”
I press one finger slowly into her ass. The resistance gives way and she gasps as I push inside; her body tenses at the unfamiliar sensation. Her pussy clenches on nothing. She likes this, even if she’s surprised by how intense it feels.
“That’s it,” I murmur, working my finger deeper into that tight heat. “My dirty girl likes being filled in both holes, doesn’t she?”
“It’s a first, actually.” Her voice is breathy, overwhelmed.
“Good.” The satisfaction in my voice is unmistakable. “I’m glad I’m the one taking this from you too.”
I slide two fingers back into her pussy while continuing to work her ass. Now she’s full, stretched, claimed completely. The dual sensation has her pulling against the restraints, desperate sounds breaking from her throat, making my cock leak.
I lower my head and flick my tongue across her clit once, and she nearly comes off the bed.
“Don’t come yet,” I warn. “Not until I say you can.”
Then I devour her. Tongue and fingers working in tandem, no mercy, no chance to catch her breath. She’s shaking, thighs trembling against the restraints, so close to the edge I can feel it building in the tension of her muscles.
“Kirill, please.” Her voice breaks. “I can’t hold it.”
“You can.” I increase the pressure with my thumb. “You will.”
“I hate you for this.”
