The bed squeaked with every powerful thrust from him, and I could hear the noises I was making whenever he moved back inside me.
I felt his hand leave my hip and move to my backside. He squeezed one cheek before he spanked me, and I let out a small yell as he spanked me once more.
Then he used his other hand on the other cheek, and I didn’t know if I was turned on by how hard he was fucking me or if I was turned on by the pain the spanking left behind, but I knew he could feel me.
“How close are you?” he asked.
Tremors wracked my body, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long. “Close,” I breathed.
“Good,” he said gruffly.
He pulled my ass cheeks apart as his fingers sought the tight ring of muscle in my back end. He pressed one finger inside me, playing with me.
I shattered in his arms, my screams muffled in the room, and I couldn’t think of anything besides the fact that I had broken down so completely.
Mikhail shouted as he continued his thrusts, turning from quick, shallow ones to long, hard ones that just about shook me to my very core.
I felt the building of a second orgasm that quickly ignited when I felt him swell inside me just before he came.
His hands grabbed my ass cheek, and he held me close to him. I could no longer hold myself up, and my body came down on him.
Our chests pushed in and out against each other with each hard breath we took, and I could only stay like that.
There were no words left.
I whimpered when I felt him shift beneath me, and he shushed me gently.
“I’m just going to check on you. I shouldn’t have taken you so hard. Not when you’re just recovering from the wound. How do you feel?”
I only noticed the slight ache now that he mentioned it. But it wasn’t bad at all, and I wasn’t going to tell him anything about it. I did not want to be handled with kid gloves. Not by Damien, not by Nikolay, and not by Mikhail—especially now, when I’d finally pulled him out of his mood.
“I feel fine,” I said. “I barely notice it.”
I gasped when he pulled out of me, my thigh muscles clenching when I felt his cum dripping out of me. We looked down between my legs at the same time.
I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks burning, and Mikhail let out a small groan.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, settling me into a sitting position and moving behind me. I shivered when I felt his fingers trace down my spine.
“Cold?” he asked.
I shook my head.
He leaned down and placed a small kiss on my shoulder. “I just want to see the wound.”
I let out a small sigh. “Okay.”
His fingers moved deftly over the white gauze before pulling it away.
I directed my attention to the wall in front of me, letting him do whatever he needed to do to satisfy himself.
“It looks good.”
“Told you,” I mumbled. “You worry too much.”
His hands moved to my shoulders and turned me around, so I was looking at him. An incredulous look took over his face. “Worry too much? You were shot, kotyonok.”
I shrugged carelessly. “I don’t remember it.”