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Mikhail
A dark thought flits across my mind-one that ends with my hands wrapped around her delicate throat and squeezing until the light in her golden hazel eyes is blotted out.
My hands tremble at the thought. My heart races.
Can I?
“Mikhail.” Maria’s voice breaks through my thoughts, and she’s standing in the doorway-still in that tantalizing red dress. She takes a few steps forward, and her gaze locks on mine. “What did Gunsyn want?” she asks quietly. “What did he tell you?”
I sit up in my chair and glare at Maria as if my blood has been replaced with venom. “I told you to go.”
Maria swallows hard as a frail courage makes her stand firm. “Did he say anything about my father?”
I stand, moving toward her, my mind screaming at me to stop. “Go.”
Maria backs away. “If you talked to my father … I promise?-”
“Promise? You?” I snap, grabbing her by the shoulders and squeezing tight. “It doesn’t bother you that your father is a traitor to the Bratva, a traitor who’s responsible for my brother’s death?”
“That’s not true!” Her eyes widen.
“And how are you so sure of it?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer and instead only challenges me with a hard look. My grip tightens slightly, but I refuse to go further. There’s still something in me that holds back, something that stops me from becoming the monster I can be.
… the monster that I need to be.
Maria shakes my grip off and sprints toward the stairs. She starts to ascend, her feet racing in the direction of her room. She pauses for a second to see if I’m following. A foolish mistake. I bolt toward her, sprinting faster than she can climb. With a whimper, Maria rushes up the stairs, her hands desperately clawing at the handrail with each step. When she reaches the top, she takes off running down the hallway. But it’s impossible to run away from me.
She gasps as I press her into the door, and we tumble into the room onto the floor. Maria struggles to stand up, but I keep her down easily, rolling her onto her back and trapping her body underneath mine.
She struggles harder, and the movement of her body makes me rock hard.
“Get off me!” she shouts. “Get off me!”
I’m losing control, and closing my eyes, I desperately try to regain it. I grasp Maria’s wrists to subdue her, but it only makes matters worse. I exhale slowly and create a slight gap between us to ease the pressure.
Maria’s face is covered with tears, but she’s not afraid. I can tell. She hates me too much to be afraid anymore.
“Isn’t this what you want?” I whisper. “Don’t you want to kill me?”
Maria stares into my eyes, biting her lip hard before she gasps greedily for air. “I don’t want anyone to die.” Maria’s body vibrates against my chest, and my hold loosens as I reach for her head.
I hold her tightly, forcefully kissing her mouth. She can’t break away no matter how hard she fights. She tries to turn her head, but I yank it back, roughly clasping my fingertips around her cheeks to keep her in place. I shove my tongue into her mouth. Maria tries to push me off her, but she can’t.
“Is this not what you want?” I hiss.
I slide my hands between her legs and find her soaking wet already. She gasps as pleasure ripples through her body, and her moans betray her own heart. Her eyes close as I push a finger in, and when she opens them again, they’re dark with a combination of anger and lust.
“Answer me,” I snarl at her as a second finger joins the first.
A slight gasp punches from her throat, and she clenches her teeth to keep the word from slipping out. My thumb brushes against her hardening clit as my fingers begin working relentlessly in her pussy.
“Yes …” she gasps, no longer able to hold back her own pleasure. “Yes.”
She reaches up, pulls me down into her, and returns my kisses. She wraps her legs around my waist, and her heat radiates against mine. Softly moaning, she watches as my erection shifts painfully in my pants. I pause for a moment and look toward the door-anyone could come in. But I don’t care anymore. We’re past the point of no return.
“I hate you,” she whispers. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”
My fingertips roam over the neckline of her dress, brushing her skin. Moving over her body and savoring every curve, I press into her like we’re fucking in our clothes. I feel the pain of wanting someone who isn’t meant to be loved.
I want her to hate me even while she begs.
The fragile red material shreds under my hard grip. “Turn around,” I command, and she obeys. Her ass rises in the air, her pussy fully exposed. A trail of nectar oozes from her tantalizing slit, and I kiss her thighs softly as I grip her hips in my hands. Delicately, I circle her clit with my tongue, not touching it as it swells. I taste and toy with her, and her moans are a soft soundtrack in the quiet room.
Maria wiggles her hips, but I hold them still. She moves her ass back, giving me a hint, but I ignore the hint, amping up the pleasure, making her feel good and frustrated at the same time.
She whines with need, and it’s then that I press my lips against her clit.
“Mikhail,” she groans as her legs tremble.
I take my time devouring her sweet clit. I play with the strokes, long and slow, quick and deep. Her whole body starts to shake as I hold her in place.
Maria spreads her legs, giving me more. Looking over her shoulder, she murmurs, “I’m going to come.” She gasps. “You’re going to make me?-”
But the words die in her throat, replaced by a loud, sustained shriek of pleasure as she shatters against my lips. I suck her clit greedily as my fingers stroke, drawing out one scream after another as she lets go.
I stop abruptly, pick Maria up off the floor, and toss her onto the bed. Upside down, she gazes at me as I unzip my pants. She licks her lips at the sight of my hard cock, and I move closer to her face.
My voice is hoarse. “Open your mouth.”
Maria gingerly reaches for my length, but I pin her hands to the bed, reminding her that she’s not in control. Not anymore. I close my eyes as those lush lips wrap around me, and every nerve in my body throbs as I push her wrists closer into the bed. Another few stiff inches, and Maria gags slightly. But I show her no mercy as I fuck her throat. Her hands ball into fists, but her tongue swirls along the smooth, stretched skin. Her saliva coats every inch of me as I pick up my pace. Her back arches off the bed with each frenzied thrust and her legs kick, fluttering as if she’s swimming for a surface that will never come.
I release her wrists as my hands find her throat. Her delicate pulse thunders under my thumbs like a jackhammer. Her handsreach up, but I refuse to let go. I can feel my own climax approaching. I want to come in her.
But first, she has to beg. With a roar, I pull out of her mouth and back away. She gasps and sputters, her face covered in a mixture of saliva, tears, ruined makeup, and precum as her chest heaves from each deep breath. I move around to the other side of the bed, positioning myself between her legs and teasing her open with my tip, lightly gliding my sensitive head over her clit.
She squirms, thrusting her hips toward me and trying to wrap her legs around my hips.
“Mikhail …” she gasps as soon as she can form words. “Mikhail, please.”
“Please what?”
She looks at me as if she’s confused about what she should say. But the moment passes, and the words come tumbling out of her lips.
“Please fuck me.”
It’s what I want to hear, but it’s not enough. I bend down and start teasing her with my mouth, running my tongue over her clit while sucking on the hood. My tongue swirls around it ever so lightly, stopping completely each time she approaches her own climax.
Tears of frustration trail down her cheeks, and finally, Maria can’t stand my teasing, “Mikhail … please,” she begs, bucking her hips. “Please fuck me!”
In response to her mewling voice, I double my efforts, drawing another tremulous cry from her perfect lips.
“Fuck me!” she shrieks. “Please fuck me! Fuck me!”
I smirk at the desperate tone in her voice before finally giving in. Grabbing onto the headboard with one hand for leverage, I press myself into her slowly until my fully engorged length sinks completely into her voracious pussy, inch by glorious inch. I start thrusting harder and faster into Maria as she squeezes tightly around me, every stroke sending electric surges through my body.
Maria screams out when she comes, and her pussy clenches stiffly around me. Gasping, my breathing becomes shallow as the room tilts wildly. Maria whimpers when I pull out but moans when I enter again with her long legs resting on my shoulders. Kissing her calf, I enter her with long strokes and watch with lust as she caresses her lush tits, rubbing them with a slow, sexy rhythm as I pull almost out of that tight pussy and then plunge into the hilt.
“Who do you belong to?” My words come out on my breath.
“You …” Her eyes are wide open now.
“Louder.”
“You!” she cries, but it’s not enough.
I grip her thighs tight as I increase my thrusts, watching her expression yearn for me. My focus dissolves as I move around erratically.
“Who do you belong to?” I demand, held together by my own willpower and nothing else.
“YOU!” she finally screams.
And with a roar, I reach my climax in deep, ropey spurts that flood deep inside of her. My voice joins with hers in pleasure as her pussy milks me for every last drop. And I remain buried in her, cock twitching as I empty myself of all thoughts and essence until I have nothing left to offer.
I collapse beside Maria on my back and clasp her hand to kiss it softly.
Maria moves closer. “Do you still hate me?”
She looks around as if the room can hear her response. “It’s dangerous to want anything from you.”
I cup her face in my hand and turn it toward me. And instead of telling her that I want to protect her, I remain silent.
She cuddles up next to me. “What were you going to say before … downstairs before we were interrupted? What did you not mean?” she whispers.
I shake my head. What does it matter now? I know the limits of our relationship. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter anymore.” I place my hand under her chin.
“Were you listening at the door?” I whisper, staring hard into her eyes, searching them for lies.
She tries to back away, but I refuse to let go.
She blinks, and the lie comes to her lips effortlessly. “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”