Sophia’s POV
“You want me to fuck you, malen’kiy tsvetok? [Little flower]”
I don’t know if it’s because it’s late and he’s tired, or maybe the rage fit from earlier brought it out, but his words are laced thick with an accent-much thicker than normal-and it does things to me. Filthy, shameful things.
Nodding, I bite down on the corner of my bottom lip. “Yes.”
Bringing his fingers between my legs, he circles my clitoris before slipping inside. I gasped. One finger quickly turns two as he fucks me with them, roughly. I prefer it this way. A little pain mixed with my pleasure.
He rubbed my clit and whimpered. The twinkle in his eye and his slight grin make my stomach flip-flop. He pulls his fingers out, and moves his hands to his cock, stroking it seductively slowly as he holds my gaze. Lining himself up, he shoves inside me in one quick go, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” I moaned.
Ivan pushes me up on all fours, with my ass up in the air as he rolls his hips into me, his thick and long cock, stroking my sensitive walls with each thrust, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
His thrusts are brutal and feral, and it excites me, my pulse racing. His warm, rough palm wraps around my throat, squeezing slightly as his thrusts get quicker, and harder. I fully give myself over to the way he’s making me feel. It’s sublime.
“Spank me,” I rasp, my voice coming out a little hoarse from his hand around my throat. “Do it, Ivan,” I beg. “Make it hurt.”
His hands on my throat release me and rear back, pulling my hair into a ponytail, at the same time his other hand connects with my ass cheek. And it stung. Hard.
Tears spring to my eyes, the area burning hot as my pussy clenches and drips in pleasure.
“Does my little princess like that?” he asks, voice low. “Like it when I spank you?”
I nod. “Please do it again.”
He does. Maybe even harder than the first time. His hand finds its home once more around my throat. His other hand find its way around me and flicked my clit over and over.
The sensation of the double pleasure sends me over the edge. He’s drilling into the mattress and rubbing my clit fast, over and over at the same time. I see stars. It’s good… too good. I can’t hold on.
“Fucking come for me, solnyshko.” His voice was husky, he sounded as gone as I felt.
“F-fffuckk, I’m gonna come,” I cry out as molten heat pools in my groin, building and building until it’s impossible to hold back. He pulled me up, my back against his chest and his lips found mine, tongue plunging inside my mouth as my whole body erupted. The orgasm is so intense.
I let out a shout as my pussy clenched and spasmed around his thick length, causing him to groan into my mouth. “That’s it, delta, so fucking good for me,” he breathes against my lips. “Milk this fucking cock like the greedy little cum slut you are.”
It’s not long at all before he follows behind me, unloading himself deep inside me with an animalistic growl as he does.
He turned me around and held me tightly, while we both came down from the high of our orgasms. One of the best feelings ever when we are both like this.
But I know it won’t last. It never does. I let myself enjoy the moment, at least for now.
“Ivan, what happened earlier?” I asked. “You kind of freaked me out. I’ve never seen you that way before.”
His hands in my hair stilled as body stiffened against me.
“Please, you can tell me anything, you know? Who’s the ‘she’ you can’t save?” I probed further, I hoped ‘she’ wasn’t a wife or girlfriend. Though I was scared I’d pissed him off, his expression was impossible to read and he stayed awfully quiet.
After what felt like hours. “Put some clothes on and come with me.”
Wait what? I’ve never been outside the walls of this bedroom since I was moved from the holding cell at the other end of the mansion to here.
“Where are we going?” I asked watching him out on his clothes.
“Just put some clothes on,” he said with a bite.
Minutes later we were both dressed. He took my hands and led me out the door.
And I know I may be dramatic, but for the first time in two months, it felt like I was finally breathing again, like I’d just come alive. I almost cried from the relief, the feeling. It’s…indescribable.
We walked into a room that was much bigger, better furnished, and luxurious.
Ivan’s room.
“Why are we here,” I asked as he closed the door shut.
“You wanted an explanation for last night, and I felt like I needed to show you some things. And if I trust you enough to open up to you about my life, I can give you some liberties,” he replied casually like he was bored. Like he didn’t just say he was going to trust and open up to me.
Wait, he trusts me and…liberties?!
“Wait, what do you mean by ‘give me some liberties’?”
“It means, I’ll let you walk free around the house. Don’t think about running off, we are heavily guarded.”
My jaw dropped, I was speechless.
He raked his hands in his hair. “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he mutters under his breath.
“You’re joking.”
“I told you I don’t play around or tell lies. They are unnecessary, I’m not afraid of anyone. Sit, Sophia, that’s not the only reason we are here.”
I sat on the bed and he took a chair and sat in front of me. He gave me some papers.
I read them….. they were scans, tests, and whatnot for breast cancer. That’s…sad.
“Whose is this?” I asked calmly.
He exhaled. “My mother’s, she beat it, but it came back,” he said wearily, a sad look in his eyes that he was trying so hard to mask.
My heart broke for him. No one or their loved ones deserved to go through this.
“Is Is there any solution?” I asked. I think I knew the answer to the question from his eyes before he confirmed it.
“No, stage four,” he said tightly, his hands bunched into a fist.
“I”
“I can’t break down in front of my mother and my sisters, I have to be strong for them. It was the same, two years ago,” he laughs sarcastically. “No, not just two years ago, but fifteen years ago too.”
There was so much pain in his voice, in his eyes. I’ve always seen him as this ruthless, cruel guy. But right now, he’s just in pain and vulnerable.
“What do you mean?” I took his hands carefully into mine. If he needed the strength to uncover his pains, to let himself just go. I’m willing to be that person for him.
“When I was seventeen, my father got poisoned,” he paused and inhaled sharply. “Poisoned by the food my mother had made for him and personally served him that day.”
Jesus.
“That’s…that’s horrible. Did she…?”
“She didn’t do it, not at all. But she blamed herself and threw herself into alcohol and drugs for years. Leaving me to take over the business myself and take care of my younger sisters. I didn’t have trouble doing that. I was scared for her, scared I was going to lose another parent.”
I didn’t know what it was like to have a parent you cared deeply for, but the pain in his eyes was real, strong and consuming.
“I’m so sorry, Ivan,” I whispered as I stood up to hug him closely.
“She finally became sober, and then she was diagnosed with cancer. She beat it but now the fucking thing is back again and I can’t save her, I can’t fix it…” He trailed off.
I say nothing, no matter what I say it won’t change the truth, so I’ll give him company, I’ll be that person he can voice his anger, frustration, and pain. Everyone expects him to be strong, but I can be that safe space for him.
“Eto bol’no [It hurts], she’s my mother, I love her,” he whispers as he lets his head fall to my stomach.
I want to take away his pain and bear it all myself. I don’t like him in this state.
I’m totally fucked, aren’t I?