Torrid (Sordid 2)

“Yes,” I whispered.

His sexual expression was going to melt me. I was overheated and wanted the robe gone, but I held still and let him continue to lick and torment me with his sinister mouth. The ache between my legs intensified as he tugged the strap down over my shoulder and pushed the bra cup out of his way.

“Oh,” I moaned. His rough bite on my sensitive, bare skin was almost too much. That edge of pain faded into overwhelming heat and my knees softened.

My moan pulled a trigger on Vasilije. He wrenched the robe off me and flung it on the bed. Rough, urgent hands spun me around to face it. The bra was unhooked and yanked from me, the straps tangling in my arms for a moment before he hurled it to the floor.

I yelped when his hand cracked against my ass, and he left his palm there, using it to push me forward. “Up. On your hands and knees.”

The bed rocked as I climbed on and crawled to the center, hovering over the robe. I stared at the gray stone wall and let my gaze trace the patterns while he grabbed the back of my panties and jerked them down, tugging until they were halfway down my thighs. It left me on full display for him. Any second I expected a painful blow. The staccato slap of his hand against my exposed, waiting skin. God, what was wrong with me? I almost looked forward to it.

But it didn’t come.

He wasn’t even touching me. My lust-filled mind was distracted, and I hadn’t been listening to what he was doing. The mattress shifted as he climbed on behind me. There was rustling. Then, he set a cold hand on the flat of my back, causing me to flinch.

A panicked noise of surprise burst from me when something velvety-soft and round stroked me. I’d expected foreplay, or spankings, or . . . something first. After all his mocking, he was just going to get right to it and fuck me? My body locked up, beyond nervous. I thought I was ready, but I felt so off balance.

The tip of his hard cock glided over my damp pussy, running the length along me, and I shuddered with pleasure as it made contact with my swollen clit. It felt physically good, but my brain went haywire over how close we were to having actual sex. He rocked back and forth, drenching his dick in my arousal and teasing what was going to happen.

“Goddamn, Oksana.” His voice was breathless, and pride surged through me. I was the one who’d made it hard for him to catch his breath. “I’m gonna slide my cock so deep inside you. All the way in. I’m going to fuck this pussy raw.”

A shuddering breath fell out of me. I’d envisioned how I thought this was going to play out tonight, but I’d been wrong. I was supposed to be on my back, staring up at him as he took me, after hours of torturous foreplay. Not on my hands and knees, with my underwear still on and my pussy untouched.

He was still dressed, which wasn’t surprising. It was a power thing, I assumed. But there was more rustling. A thud as the gun and holster came off and were set on the floor. I saw a flash of white in my peripheral vision. He’d pulled his dress shirt off. The bed rocked slightly as he pushed his pants and underwear to his knees on the mattress.

The head of his cock brushed over my clit faster, and the sensation was amazing.

His low voice rang out from behind me. “You want it in your tight, pretty little hole?”

I bit down on my lip, silencing the gasp that would give too much away. Because . . . I did. Heat was building from between my legs where he was simulating sex, and the tension from waiting all day had me so tight, I threatened to snap.

“Yes,” I said.

“Tell me,” he demanded. When I didn’t right away, I got what I’d been expecting. His punishing spanking stung and burned across my backside. He growled it out. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” I gasped. “I want it in my tight, pretty little hole.”

The word was loaded with sin. “Yeah?”

He was gliding so fast through my slickness I could hear it, and I knew what game we were playing. He wanted me to beg, so I would. It wasn’t a stretch of the truth. My hand curled around a fistful of the robe beneath me. “Oh, God. I want it, Vasilije.”

“So eager.” He mocked me with a dark tone. “Not yet.”

19

The contact of Vasilije’s dick was gone.

He delivered another brutal spanking, and I fell forward onto my stomach on the bed, running from the pain. The panties were jerked the rest of the way down, and then he dug a hand under my arm, flinging me over onto my back. He moved me like I was a ragdoll, and I gawked up at him, wide-eyed.