“Shit yes,” he said, flexing his rock-solid ass muscles to get deeper into my mouth.

He hit the back of my throat and I gagged against the thick, broad head. The jerk of my body trying to push him out seemed to only intensify his pleasure. Again, I saw the true nature of my power. And I loved it. The more I relaxed, the deeper into my mouth and throat I could take him. But he responded to my body’s instinctive resistance. He responded to it all. And so did I.

“Show me your fucking devotion, Anika. Adore that cock. Love that cock. It’s yours forever and fucking ever.”

Just as I was getting comfortable there with him deep in my mouth, just as I was getting the hang of how to take care of him like he wanted me to do, he pulled himself out with a pop and repositioned his knees, dragging his hard cock down my breastbone and placing it between my breasts.

Because I was on my back, they fell to each side, but he pressed them together with his thighs and rubbed himself against me that way. Gathering a mouthful of spit, he lubricated my breasts and compressed them so much that it almost hurt. Almost. But it also felt so, so good.

Using his free hand, he hooked my jaw with his finger and pressed his thumb to my lips. I sucked it with the same intensity that I had sucked his cock.

“I’m going to lay the rules out for you. Just this once,” he said. I gazed up at him, still with his thumb in my mouth. “I will take you however, whenever, and for however fucking long I want. Are we fucking clear on that?”

I nodded, sucking his thumb as I watched him.

“Say it.”

“We’re clear,” I said around his thumb, and then went back to sucking.

“If I want to fuck you as you sleep, I will. If I want to fuck you in public, I will. Your body is mine. Your cunt is mine. You,” he said, now seizing my cheeks, “are fucking mine.”

“I’m yours,” I said, around his thumb. “Anything you want to do me, that’s your right.” I waited just a second before adding, “As my brother and my husband.”

“Fuck,” he snarled. “I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”

He inhaled deeply, and then repositioned himself, now with his cock at my opening. My heart leapt into my throat as I realized this was the moment. It was about to happen. I squeezed his hand hard, but he didn’t look up at me. Not right away. His eyes were locked on his cock, which now rested at my opening. With a few flexes of his hips, he dragged the tip back and forth through my folds. Every time he touched my clit, I shuddered and tipped my hips, trying to get more of that feeling. I’d never be able to get enough of that feeling.

He fisted himself, holding the head right at my opening.

“Once I start, I won’t stop.”

I nodded. “I know.”

He nibbled his cheek, watching me. “You think you know. But you’ve got no idea. It’s gonna hurt. You know that.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I know that.”

“But I won’t stop until the hurt is gone. Got it?”

My toes curled and I nodded again. “Yes.”

“You fucking ready?”

I felt a tiny bit more pressure at my opening.

“I think so,” I said softly, “But I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared,” he said, smiling now, making my heart melt. “I’ve got you. I love you. I will always take care of you.”

A flood of warmth filled me as I gazed up at him. “I love you too. So much.”

“Alright, beautiful. It’s fucking time.”

Slowly, he pushed himself inside me. The pain was mind bending, and I winced. It hurt so badly, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes open.

But just when the pain felt almost unbearable, the most mesmerizing wave of pleasure crossed Maksim’s face. I had never seen him look so content or so happy. Never, in all the time I had known him.

He grunted and shook as he pounded my depths. Though my body felt like it was splitting in two, though I wanted to scream out in agony, I funneled all of my pain into surrendering myself to him. To this. To us. To this forbidden, sinful, wonderful thing we were doing together.

Something gave way inside me, causing a searing, shooting pain to tear up through my pelvis and into my stomach, followed by the acrid smell of blood filling the air. I buried my face in his shoulder to suppress a cry, trying to embrace the pain rather than resist it.

“I’ve got you,” he said, gruff and close against my ear. “I’ve fucking got you.”

Reaching up above me, he unbound my wrist from the headboard, and we automatically embraced each other.

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