Avrora
A wave of fire slides over my skin and my body tightens with the numbness crawling through my nerves.
I want to slap him for talking to me like that, but my head is spinning and I’m shockingly conflicted.
My mind attempts to right itself but the undeniable throb of arousal in my core is unashamedly curious to explore either of those options-let him fuck me against the wall or suck his cock.
Scandalous images come to my mind, doubling my heartbeat, and the tendril of desire dancing in my veins pushes me toward the dark side.
What would it feel like if I gave my body to this devil?
I think he’d take me ruthlessly and ruin me.
But would I like that?
Avrora, no. What the actual hell are you thinking?
Stop right there. You cannot be turned on by this vile pirate of a man.
Just no.
The jolt of reality snaps me out of the sinful reverie and I straighten, standing a little taller.
“You fucking asshole. I’m not doing either,” I tell him, but all he does is turn his smile up a notch.
He chuckles deep and low, mocking me again. “My dear Valkyrie, once again you seem to be mistaken about our roles. Or specifically, yours. I still own you and you are still indebted to me.”
“Indebted? Are you kidding me? I haven’t done anything to you. How can you hold my father’s sins against me?” It’s a fruitless question I’ve asked before, but I’m freaking out. “It’s not fair.”
Before I can continue my tirade, he catches my face and a bolt of fear rushes through me. That smile is still on his face, showing off dimples that should be illegal. I hope he’s not psychotic enough to make me think he won’t hurt me and then he does.
“Baby girl, let’s get this straight once and for all. I don’t care how fair this is or isn’t. You’re mine. Now you’d better find a way to get my dick wet before I choose for you. And just so you know, I may choose something a little more painful and not so pleasurable. Like whipping your ass. For all I know, you could be lying about your reasons for coming in here.”
Oh my God. What the hell is wrong with him?
“I’m not lying.”
“That’s exactly what a liar would say. You’re my captive. If I were a captive, I’d definitely either be looking for a way to escape, or a weapon. You should be grateful I’ve given you a choice. Now choose.”
Damn it to hell. Why the fuck did I come down here? It wasn’t worth it. Not one bit. Now I have to either let him fuck me or suck his cock.
As I’m not going to lose my virginity to him in here, I only actually have one choice. And I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before.
It serves me right. I was the one who said Mikhail and I had done many things.
“What’s it going to be, Valkyrie?” His voice takes on a deeper baritone, which makes me shiver from the outside in.
I try to look away from him, but he tightens his grip on me, gradually sliding his fingers down my neck until his nails dig into my skin.
“I’m waiting far more patiently than I should, so I think I’ll choose-”
“I’ll suck your cock,” I cut in, feeling my strength drain just from saying those words.
Another chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Are you sure? At your wedding you looked like you wanted to fuck me.”
“I’m sure.” The fewer words I say, the better. Or worse. I can’t win. I’m playing a game where I’m just a participant. There is no scenario where I have an inkling of a chance at winning.
Anatoli’s pupils dilate, darkening with undeniable desire and pure sex. Watching him stirs a lusty feeling of forbidden need deep inside me and I feel ashamed for it.
No matter what, I shouldn’t feel like this. Everything is all too fresh for me to entertain these wild thoughts. And especially not when I should have been his brother’s wife.
What does it say about me if I can flip-flop between emotions that should all have been reserved for Mikhail?
Whatever it says doesn’t matter now, because I’m going to have to do this.
Anatoli releases my face and pushes me to my knees, running his fingers through my hair until it comes free from the bun. My hair tumbles down my shoulders and I gaze up at him, taking note of the animalistic hunger in his eyes.
The hunger magnifies when he unbuckles his belt then undoes the zipper and buttons on his pants. He pushes his boxers down and his cock springs free. It’s bigger than when I first saw it. I guess he wasn’t as aroused then, and what I saw nights ago was already huge.
Now he’s completely and utterly aroused and his thick, veiny cock is so hard it looks like it could burst. As if his body can hear my thoughts, pre-cum beads at the tip.
With one finger he swipes it away and holds his finger near my mouth.
“Lick.”
Pushing aside my pride, I lick his finger, tasting his salty, masculine cum.
Heat uncurls in my belly, awakening the ache between my thighs and I hate the way my body betrays me.
Before this, I was simply at his mercy. Now I have nothing left, not even control over the crazy emotions racing through me.
I hate it and I hate him and I hate everything.
Anatoli reaches out to touch my cheek, but I swat his hand away.
“I hate you.”
“So you should, Valkyrie, and I’d expect no different.” Malevolence sparks in his eyes, and I realize he really doesn’t care. “Now open your mouth and suck my dick like a good little slut.”
Lacing his fingers through my hair, he grabs a fistful and draws me closer to his cock.
My lips part and when he pushes his thick length into my mouth, I forget I’m just feeling my way around as a first-timer. Having him inside my mouth feels different than I expected-although I’m not sure I know what that is.
He tastes like temptation. His male dominance steals away my thoughts the same way he stole everything else.