“Open your mouth, Malishka.” As if I pushed a button, her mouth opens wide as her eyes follow my cock. “Oh, Malishka, such a cock whore. You want my cock back in your mouth, darling?”

She says nothing, just moans as her body trembles. I brush her hair back as I bend down. Her eyes widen, her mouth parted. I smirk as I bend closer, my mouth hovering above hers. I spit into her mouth and her head snaps back, shock in her eyes.

“Did you think I was going to give you my cum?” I laugh as I slap her tit hard. “Oh no, Malishka. You’ve gotta work for my cum, darling. But I wanted you to have a little something to drink. Now close that pretty mouth and swallow, like a good girl.”

My fingers wrap around her delicate neck. Her vulnerability washes over me. All these years, she’s been at the mercy of men. Red obstructs my vision. My eyes flash around the room, taking in the shouts of the men. The primal urge to claim what’s mine is the strongest emotion I’ve ever felt other than the ache in my heart for her. My Samira.

“You're mine, Samira. I might fuck you like a whore, but you’re mine. Every fuckin’ part of you belongs to me and only me. I don’t share, Malishka. After tonight, all this is done. Anything you want or need, I’ll provide. No one will see your naked body again but me.”

“Fuck you, Maxim,” she whispers. “You don’t get to stroll in here after ten years and order me around.”

My hand constricts on her neck, and I squeeze. Her eyes go wide, genuine fear evident in her dark eyes. “Let me make it clear, Malishka. I wasn’t asking. You’ve been mine from the moment you let me fuck that tight cunt of yours. That was the moment you sealed your fate. You’re so pretty, like a bitch in heat, desperate for my cock.”

I pull her up by her neck to stand in front of me. My hand grasps her hot pussy before pressing my knuckles onto her clit. “So wet, darling. You can lie all you want, but this sweet cunt is dripping for me.”

“You turn me on. So what?”

I push the fabric of her panties to the side and brush my finger along her clit. She moans as her head falls back. “I missed the sounds you make when I have my tongue buried in your sweet pussy. How you scream my name when you drench my face.”

I step toward her, making her back up until her calves hit the mattress. I remove my finger from her cunt, replacing it with my knee. Samira rubs herself on it, making me smile. “Feels good, doesn’t it, slut? You like the relief I give you. Doesn’t matter what I use, does it?”

Her eyes lock with mine. A surge of pride hits me as I stare into her eyes and see defiance. “Anyone could do it, and it would be the same.”

My fingers dig into her neck. I apply enough pressure to strangle her at any moment and slam her down on the mattress. I tug at her panties and shove my cock into her cunt in one thrust. Samira’s hand moves under my suit jacket, and she grabs at my dress shirt. Her hips rise to meet my thrusts.

“Who do you belong to, Malishka?”

She stays quiet. The silence of her words is like a punch to my gut. Her face goes red as I push on her trachea.

“Who do you belong to, slut?” I repeat.

Once more, all I get is silence.

I spit on her face and rub it in. She should suffer for the silence. Be hurt and humiliated because that’s all she’s giving me. But the more aggressive I am with her, the more she moans and grinds up against me.

I grab one of her nipples in my mouth and bite down. She screams in pain and pleasure as my teeth break the skin and I draw her blood into my mouth. I let the taste of her blood consume me, longing to have her essence fill me. I’ve been starving for so long that all I want now is to fill myself with her. She might be reluctant now, but Samira is mine and only mine.

Her body shakes beneath me as she quivers. My lips press against her ear as I trail kisses along her collarbone. I talk low so no one can hear my words but her, the only person I mean them for. “You’re like the sun, so fuckin’ bright that it hurts to stare directly at you. I’ve been in the dark for so long. So fuckin’ long without you. You’re my sunshine, and I won’t go without you again. I’ll die without you, Samira. Asking me to go without you is sending me to my death because life isn’t worth living if I don’t have you.”

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