“Tell me how good that feels.”
I gasped for air, and before I could answer he was slapping my pussy again and again, over and over.
“Go on. Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart.”
I arched my neck and moaned. I was so close. “Yes,” I all but cried.
“Tell me how beautiful you are to me. Tell me you know how much you mean to me.”
“W-what?”
He spit on my pussy again and gave it a gentler slap this time, but one that still pulled a moan from me.
“I’m not going to let you come until you say the words. I want to hear you tell me how gorgeous you are, how perfect and soft, sweet. You’re going to tell me that you know you’re too good for me, but you know how much I fucking want you so you’re not going anywhere.”
Another slap. Another lick. Another suck.
“Go on, sweet girl. Tell me and I’ll let you soar.”
I felt tears slipping out the corners of my eyes as the pleasure kept rising and rising until there was nowhere else for it to go except explode out of me.
I didn’t want to say those things, words that I never associated with myself, ones that would feel weird and off coming from my lips. Kostya kept encouraging me to give him this because it would please him so much to hear.
“Yes, yes, I’m beautiful and perfect and too good for you, but I’m not going anywhere because you make me feel so good.”
You make me feel alive and free.
He was hovering above me so suddenly that a shocked sound left me, my body teetering on the edge of orgasm.
I wanted to scream at him, to grab his head and thrust him back between my thighs to finish what he started, but the look on his face had anything and everything that I could’ve said stopping right on the tip of my tongue.
He slid his hand up between my breasts so he could curl his fingers around my throat, tightening his hold ever so slightly so that my breath hitched.
Then he leaned in and brushed his lips across mine, dragging his tongue over them. He ground out, “That’s fucking right. You’re all those things. You’re mine.”
He kissed me brutally, as if scarring me with that truth. He plunged his tongue into my mouth so that I tasted myself on him. I found myself moaning and sucking on the muscle, drawing it further in.
I spread my thighs wider and lifted up, feeling the firm length of his erection pressing against my soft slit. I had no doubt that when he pulled away there was a wet spot from my pussy on his sweats.
He pulled back, bit my bottom lip hard enough I cried out, and then he was licking it away, soothing the sting as he moved back down and buried his face between my thighs.
“Give it to me,” he groaned. “Give it all to me.”
Kostya sucked on my clit at the same time he teased my pussy opening with the pad of his finger. I couldn’t hold off the orgasm any longer.
I exploded for him, mewling, and was pretty sure I said his name in the process.
I floated away, but I didn’t care if I ever reached land again.
This feeling was too intense, too soul-sucking, breath-stealing… conscious-consuming that I never wanted it to end.
Chapter
Nineteen
Ruin
I held her for a long time after she fell asleep, refusing to let her go, loving the way she softened in my arms and… trusted me with her safety despite how heinous I was.
Despite having kidnapped her.
And then I’d slipped out of bed and had to take another shower, one under a frigid spray of water as I jerked off so violently I hadn’t been able to hold in the bark of sound that left me as I came harder than I ever had before.
Sleep had eluded me. Then again, I was used to living off a few hours a night at most.
When you’re trained to be a killer, your “handlers” kept you weak and on edge, like a starving dog before a fight.
And now my body was programmed this way.
I ran a hand over the back of my head and felt the blood rush through my veins. Despite my second shower, I still smelled her on my skin, tasted her on my tongue.
I wanted nothing more than to go back in the bedroom, crawl in beside her, and spread her legs as I sank in deep.
God, my cock throbbed despite coming just an hour before.
I focused on the gun I was cleaning to try and clear my head. I was so intent on keeping my mind clear that I didn’t hear Anastasia leave the bedroom, didn’t even sense her standing on the other side of the table until I looked up and saw her.