Bound to Cruelty - Page 50

I dip my chin and kiss her hard, using my tongue and teeth to coax her mouth open underneath mine. She doesn’t put up a fight, letting me take control and plunder her mouth until she’s panting.

When I pull away again, we are both breathing heavily. “Do you know why I’m a virgin?”

Usually, she’d have some smart, mocking crack, but now she only shakes her head and shrugs lightly, waiting for me to tell her what I obviously want to reveal.

“Those bitches didn’t want to get pregnant, but they also didn’t want to use a condom. So they agreed amongst themselves to ride my face as often as they wanted, but they wouldn’t fuck me, and I couldn’t find someone else to do it for me. Not when I’d been locked up more than I’d been free.”

She’s breathing harder now, her entire chest rising and falling heavily. But she doesn’t speak. No words of encouragement to keep speaking, and no words of forgiveness, loyalty, or love. Nothing but silence.

At that moment, I know silence is fine. I can live with silence if it means I can have her, even for one night.

I turn the faucet to cut the water, my eyes never leaving hers. Then I scoop her up into my arms and carry her out of the stall. The clean up better be done by now, or there are going to be a lot more bodies to take care of.

Her room is empty when I enter, and the alarm panel blinks from beside the door. Good. No interruptions.

I snag a couple of towels, stand her beside the bed, and go to work on drying her from head to toe. When every inch of her pale skin is rosy and dry, I lift her onto the bed and quickly swipe a towel over myself.

She watches with wide eyes, her gaze drifting down my abs to my cock, and back to my face every so often.

I toss the towels away and climb up on the bed with her, slowly invading her space so she has no choice but to lie back on the pillows and part her warm thighs.

“You have no idea how often I’ve imagined what this would feel like. Both of us are completely naked, my dick perfectly lined up with your pussy.”

She nods frantically. “Me too. I’ve imagined it too.”

I nibble a trail up her neck. “When?”

Her fingers dig into my hair, holding me against her. “Always, all the damn time. You drive me insane, Michail.”

I bite her shoulder and sit back, enjoying the way my mark looks on her skin. “Say it again.”

Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back. “Michail.”

She could have feigned ignorance, but she knew exactly what I wanted. I lift off her enough to reach between our bodies and squeeze the head of my dick. At this rate, I’ll blow before I even get inside her, and I won’t allow that.

Hesitantly, she curls her hands around my neck and tugs me back on top of her. Off balance, I drop my weight, and she wraps her legs around my hips to keep me trapped. “You’re mine now,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Fine,” I answer back. “Then you belong to me too. You’re fucking mine.”

Neither of us wants to be claimed by another person, but in this stalemate, it’s the only option, or else we’ll consume each other.

We stare into each other’s eyes, both of us testing the weight of this claim. “I want that bastard’s ring off your finger immediately. He has zero claim on you now.”

She nods. “He never did. I would never sleep with him.”

I restrain a retort because I don’t want to fight, not for real. She’s stolen the fight in me during our shower, tossing it away with soft-spoken words and tender touches. It curbed the anger long enough to come back to myself before I did something stupid. Before I ruined things between us forever. I have no doubt she’d have let me continue, play out whatever sick fantasy I’d built up in my head for revenge, but it would have broken things between us irrevocably.

I reach between us again, angling my hips so I can slide my hand, palm down, over her thigh. She arches into my touch when my fingertips graze her pussy. Fucking hell, she always feels so damn hot and wet when I touch her.

I circle her clit gently, coaxing every huff and gasp I’m able from her lips. As she reaches the edge of her orgasm, I stop, withdrawing to wait.

Her eyes fly open, her gaze flint and fire. “Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t tease me like that.”

I shift my hips again, this time finding the right angle, the one I need to slide my cock along the seam of her. The second the head of me rubs over her clit, she arches off the bed, an almost whine escaping her lips.

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