Natalya
Alexander places his free hand and over my mouth. “I said be quiet, nena. Or do you not know how to be quiet when I’m fucking you?” He sucks on my earlobe, the sensitive flesh tingling. “Is it that good, Natalya?”
I swallow hard and nod as my eyes roll back in my head.
Alexander thrusts his finger in and out of my asshole in tandem with his cock, driving me toward the edge so damn fast I’m surprised at how well I keep control of the sounds I make.
I bite my lip so hard I draw blood, but nothing matters at that moment. The mindless need to be fucked and come is overwhelming, as if it is taking control of my body entirely.
Alexander is a bastard, but I can’t deny that ever since the night of the winter formal, I’ve hardly been able to think of anything but fucking him.
My vibrator is getting more action than ever, and yet every time I come nothing comes close to what he made me experience that night in the old ruins.
“Fuck,” I breathe, as he moves his free hand to my clit and rubs. “Alexander,” I cry his name.
“No coming until I say so. You know the rules, nena.” His finger moves out of my ass and I groan, since the sensation felt so good.
I swallow hard, the burning pressure between my thighs becoming almost unbearable. My thighs tremble as I clutch onto the white tiled wall, wishing that he’d just let me come. “Why do you love torturing me?” I whine.
His voice is soft and deep in my ear. “Because it’s what I do best.”
He places his free hand stretched out across my stomach, pulling me tighter against him as he moves in a slow yet forceful rhythm. The intimacy of it makes me shudder as our bodies join as one. It’s mind blowing the way a guy so cruel can make me feel so wanted and needed. Perhaps that makes me pathetic, as he’s also made me feel worthless and like shit most of the time I’ve known him.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs into my ear. “Your pussy swallows my cock as if it were made to fit.”
I shudder, as his praise has a way of erasing all the bad from my memories. It’s ridiculous and yet true. Maybe it’s because I’m a horny teenager flooded with hormones I can’t control, or perhaps it’s because there’s something satisfying about having this man so desperate for me. A man who had always treated me like shit. A man I believed hated me, but this doesn’t feel like hate. It feels like passion and desire and something else entirely.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I glance at him over my shoulder and before I can register what is happening, his lips are moving over mine. His tongue delves inside of my mouth, caressing my own with sensuous strokes.
I moan, arching my back as he continues to fuck and kiss me at the same time.
Alexander sinks his teeth into my lip before sucking on the sore flesh. “You drive me crazy,” he breathes.
I feel my stomach flip. “Alexander,” I moan his name as his tempo becomes more frantic. “Please.”
He spanks my ass cheeks in quick succession and then grabs my hips, slamming into me with more force. “Fuck, nena, you make me so fucking hard.”
I groan, the intensity of the need between my thighs becoming almost painful as I hold on to the last thread of control I have.
“I need to come,” I whine, forgetting about keeping my voice down.
“Come for me, Natalya. I want to feel that tight cunt squeezing my cock so hard I can’t help but shoot every drop of cum deep inside of you.”
I moan, the dirty words sending me over the edge as I let go. My body shudders against his as he continues his savage rhythm, rocking into me hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I cry, my body so tightly strung it feels like I’m floating on air.
He growls behind me, sounding beast like as he comes apart, clawing at my hips so hard I know he’ll leave bruises.
And yet I don’t care. In fact, I want him to. I want him to leave his mark on my body so I can remember this moment, as insane as that may be.
The last thing I should want is to have any reminder of Alexander Morales on my body, but it’s like deep down I’ve known this is where our twisted, fucked up dynamic was always going to end up.
Alexander unleashes his cum deep inside of me, and for the second time I can’t believe he’s cum in me. No protection.
It’s foolish and reckless, and for some sick reason, I love it. I love the fact that he’d risk getting me pregnant because he wants me that badly.
His lips move against my neck and he sucks on the flesh, panting softly. “That was heaven, nena.”
“What does nena mean?” I ask.
His lips curve against the skin at my neck. “It means baby girl.”
My body heats and I groan as I feel his still semi-hard cock pulse inside of me. “Alexander, did you really come all this way here just because you needed to fuck me?” I ask, glancing at him over my shoulder.
His eyes shutter at that and his jaw clenches as he shakes his head. “I told you, Gurin.” He pulls his cock out of me. “I’m here to make sure you’re sticking to the rules.”
I swallow hard as he shoves his cock back into his pants and releases his grip on me. I pull my panties and pants back up as his cum drips down my inner thighs, turning to face him. “That doesn’t make sense.” I set my hands on my hips. “You’re the one not sticking to the rules by blackmailing Mikhail.”
He shakes his head. “You spoke with him and he’s confirmed he’s called off the engagement, correct?”
I nod in response, anger bubbling away in my gut at the sudden change in him. One minute he can hardly keep his hands off me, the next he’s cold and distant.
“Good, then my work here is done.” He looks me in the eye, only briefly. “Have a good Christmas, Gurin. I’ll see you back at the academy.” With that, he unlocks the bathroom door and marches out of the ladies’ room, leaving me feeling empty and dejected.
Alexander Morales has something over me I’ll never understand, and now that we’ve crossed the line, I know that the more he plays with me, the deeper he sinks his claws in. That painful feeling forming on the walls of my throat and clawing at my chest are warning signs. If I don’t watch it, Alexander will finally get what he’s always wanted. He’ll break me and leave me a fragment of the girl I once was.