“Yes. Perfect. You are absolutely perfect,” he whispered as he gripped my hip, his long fingers digging into my skin. “And I’m going to enjoy fucking you every day.”
The promise or the threat made, I scrambled to push up, wanting to watch the beast as he took me, perhaps a reminder that I’d refused to completely succumb. Everything was a blur as he thrust the entire rest of the length inside, his effort so hard that I was slammed down on the desk. Even the way his skin slapped against mine was incredible, the moment one of sheer panic.
And joy.
I shut down my mind, refusing to acknowledge the pleasure any longer. He’d almost gotten me to fall under his spell, a man with no conscience, one who truly believed he was bigger than the law.
I knew his reputation, the way he’d used women before. He was a consummate player. Two could play at that game.
And so, I shut down, becoming nonresponsive, lying limp on the desk as if what he was doing had no effect on me at all.
Aleksei fucked me savagely, grinding his hips against my ass every time he thrust deep inside until his breathing was heavy. He jerked my hair, forcing my back into a deep arc, keeping me in place. My body became compliant, giving no resistance whatsoever.
After a full minute, he muttered several words in Russian, no doubt becoming infuriated at my refusal to interact. I was a ragdoll, little more than a toy.
He smacked his hand against my bottom several times then leaned over, blowing across the base of my neck. “What happened to my nasty fighter?”
“Why should I bother? You are right. I have no recourse.”
His snarl was instant, his reaction simultaneous. His fist still firmly entwined in my hair, he dragged me off the desk, forcing me toward the window.
I slapped my palms against the cool glass, taking several shallow breaths. Now I was able to see the rage crisscrossing his handsome face, the way his eyes held the kind of darkness that anyone would fear.
“Can you imagine what would happen if all of your friends could see you now?” he whispered, his lips barely centimeters from my earlobe.
“What would I care? They all know you for what you are. A true bastard.”
A long and slow growl slipped past his lips. “You’re going to find out exactly what I’m made of, Willow. I doubt you’re going to like what you see. Or what you experience.” The way he said the words wasn’t exactly a threat.
A promise.
A deal made.
The devil had spoken.
“Do whatever you want to me, Aleksei. I don’t care.” My words were just as sharp, laced with the kind of insolence that I knew he couldn’t tolerate.
He threw his head back, roaring, his fury jacking up another two notches.
He might be able to control my body, but he’d never be able to dominate my mind.
There was now zero gentleness as he slapped his cock against my bottom then slid the tip in the crack.
“As I said. Every inch of you now belongs to me. Every beautiful inch.” He shoved his shaft in the cleft of my ass, finding my dark hole with ease.
I hadn’t anticipated just how ruthless he would be as he shoved his cock all the way inside. The pain was instant, biting. Every breath was stolen, the myriad sensations shooting through me like rocket fuel.
“Oh. Oh!” I continued to slap the window, the scratching sounds my nails made filtering over my cries.
He gripped both hips, driving into me in long and brutal movements, rising onto the balls of his feet. Just seeing the reflection of his face, the wild and animalistic expression was enough to put the fear of God into me. The man was harsh, unrealistic in his expectations, but he’d made it clear what he wanted.
My complete submission.
Why did I have the distinct feeling that this was more about a game of chess and I was sadly in the middle?
Taking a few deep breaths, I was sickened by the realization I’d issued several moans, the sound giving Aleksei another win. Once again, I struggled, smacking the glass as hard as possible.
“You can fight all you want, but there is no one who will hear you. Tonight. But I can parade you in front of others if that would please you,” he said in a low register, the words almost inaudible.
Taunting me.
Violating me.
“Whatever.”
He nipped my earlobe, every muscle in his powerful thighs used as he thrust in and out of my asshole.
The anguish had already disappeared, replaced with the kind of intense warmth that filled every cell, further igniting the fire shared between us. Yet I kept repeating words of hatred in my mind, perhaps trying to convince myself that there was no attraction in any manner. With every intense thrust, I willed myself to make no sound, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
Even with the dim lighting, the reflection of the man told no lies.
I was a challenge he hadn’t anticipated.
I could tell he was close to coming, his chest rising and falling, every breath more of a primal growl. All I wanted was for this atrocity to be over, so I did what every naughty girl would do.
I squeezed my muscles.
His entire body began to shake, his fingers digging in even more. After three hard plunges, he threw his head back, the guttural sound strangled.