Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"You have no idea how fucking good you feel," I growled into her ear as my hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the jut of her hip bone.
"Fuck you," she said, but the words lacked conviction, breathless and ragged.
I thrust harder. "Don't pretend you don't like it."
Whatever witty retort or expletive she no doubt had poised on her pretty lips disappeared when I flicked my fingers over her clit.
She could say whatever she wanted, but her cunt was dripping wet, her arousal coating my fingers with the proof of her desire.
"See, I knew you fucking liked it. I'm starting to think you wanted me to catch you. I think you wanted me to bend you over and fuck your ass, filling you with my come, marking you as mine."
"No, I—" Her words were cut off when I tapped her throbbing clit, the sensation causing her to gasp and tighten around me.
"I think you want to make me mad, so I'm forced to put you back in your place. You begged me not to spank you, but your body craves the reminder of who you belong to and the bite of pain that comes with it."
"Artem, please," she whimpered, another tear running down her face, leaving a glistening trail on her flushed skin.
"Please what? Punish you some more? Are you begging me to fill your ass, or do you want the belt first? I know you aren't begging me to come. You haven't earned it, no matter how well you swallowed my cock and how greedily this little hole of yours is gripping me."
"Please," she begged again, the word a prayer and a curse.
"If you want to come, earn it. Tell me what you are. I want to hear the words."
"I'm yours," she gasped, the confession torn from her throat. "Only yours. I will never run from you again. Please, I…I need to—”
"You need to keep talking," I growled. "Keep saying those pretty words and maybe I will give you some satisfaction. If not, I swear to God I will handcuff you to the bed to make sure you can't get yourself off either."
Her body shuddered at my words, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her. I was being cruel, but I didn't fucking care.
She scared me and I wasn't used to feeling things so intensely.
She broke me so I was going to fucking shatter her.
"Please, Artem. I was wrong, I should have never left the apartment. I won't do it again. I won't leave; I will do anything you want just…please."
"Keep going," I taunted, pushing back inside her, my movements slower now, deliberate.
"Please, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want but I need—I need you to make me come. Please, it's too much, it's too overwhelming and I need—"
"You need to stop demanding and start begging like a good girl."
A fresh wave of tears trailed down her cheeks, and I twisted her hair to angle her cheek toward me. Running my tongue up the side of her face I tasted her pain, her embarrassment, and her desperation. Salt and surrender on my tongue.
"The next time you defy me, I will do far worse than spank you or fuck your ass. I will make it hurt. I will make it last. I will make sure you never, ever forget who you belong to."
"Please, Artem, please." Her words were like shattered glass, each shard cutting into me.
My cock got even harder at her pleas; her tears tasted like honey on my tongue. I relished her complete submission, the final walls of her resistance crumbling under my assault.
It only took a few swirls from the tips of my fingers on her clit before she came, hard, her body convulsing around me, pulling me into the abyss with her, my own release crashing through me like a tidal wave, obliterating everything in its path.
When I pulled out, she collapsed more fully across the bed, completely spent, and I couldn't help but grin at the sight of her perfect body exhausted, sweat-slicked and full of my seed, marked inside and out as mine.
"Get yourself cleaned up. I have business to attend to,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants, my movements deliberate and unhurried.
"I hate you." The words were muffled against the bedcovers, lacking conviction.
"Hate me all you want, princess. As long as you do it under my roof, I don't care."
CHAPTER 28
ARTEM
It wasn't until I saw my dirty red handprint marring the front door’s pristine white paint that I realized my hands were still covered in blood.
Whose blood, I had no idea.
The cabin was quiet, too quiet. Before I tended to my wounds, I needed to make sure Viktoria hadn't had any other rash ideas or committed any other childish acts of rebellion.
I didn't know if I expected to discover her camped out in the woods to get away from me or barricaded behind one of the doors.