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I’ve never seen a sight hotter, knowing her pussy sucks the little vibrator into her cunt, tiny cries spilling from her lips in a fall of sex-starved hunger that tug viciously at every thread of restraint I possess.
She rolls her hips in my hands again, and I nearly come right there in my fucking jeans.
“Ruby,” I growl a warning she fails to heed, rolling her lovely ass again. The sound of my open palm cracking against her ass splices the breathy silence.
She cries out, her body bowing, begging, for more.
Who am I to deny her?
“I’m ready for you, husband.” I love when she calls me husband. “I’ve been preparing myself for you—and I want it—you—all of you tonight.”
I rub my thumb into the gem at her tight hole, and she gasps at the added pressure. “You want me to take your sweet little ass, wife? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“I’m telling you that I’m yours. Every part of me is yours.” She gasps as I flick up the intensity of the vibrator, her voice shaking. “That I’m inviting you inside. I’m giving all of me to you—because I want to.”
It’s the gift I didn’t know I needed. And it calls the bear to the surface of my flesh. Claws and teeth shred through the man I wear to contain the monster I created when I crafted myself to become like the Volkov man who sired me. My restraint is gone. The man is gone. I am left an animal of baser instincts—and the only one I can claim to feel in this moment is the need, the instinct, to fuck her. To rut her. To mate, and claim, and invade her.
Shoving at my pants, I pull my dick free before I slide the tip through her swollen cunt lips, hissing at the feel of the vibration against my sensitive, leaking tip, even as I roll it from clit to the gem in her ass.
She shudders as she holds herself against the chaise, panting and breathless, even as I push her legs wider apart until she is spread for me. Then I hook her hips and yank her back, shoving a hand into the space between her shoulder blades until her face is pressed into the cushion. She whimpers, her pussy glistening beautifully for me as I pinch my tip, warding off the wave of pleasure that threatens to end this far too soon.
“I’ve never seen a sight more sexy than you, wife,” I tell her honestly, working my thumb around the gem. Gripping it, I begin to tug it gently from her ass, even as I flick the intensity of the vibrator up another notch. She begins to pull away, but I grip her in place. “Relax,” I soothe, and the plug releases. I purr rough praise, “Good girl.”
Her body hums. I can’t resist when she angles her sexy little ass higher for me, begging me to fill her.
“You want my dick in here?” I ask, sliding my tip through the crease of her sweet ass. “You want me to fuck your little ass, wife?”
“Yes,” she breathes, moans, pants—whimpers. “Yes, husband. Yes.”
I notch my tip as she clenches, her response an involuntary one I soothe away with words of encouragement. “Let me in, Ruby. Let me have you. Let me sink inside this sweet little hole and fuck you raw.” She moans and I slide in another inch, then another and another, until I’m rooted deep, bottoming out. “Fuck, yeah, wife. That’s it. That’s a good girl.” I start to move, my thrusts slow and gentle at first. “I’m going to fuck your tight hole until you’re screaming for me, beautiful. I’m going to fill your pretty ass with my cum until you’re so full it leaks out, nowhere else to go.”
“Kirill.” My name on her tongue while I’m buried balls deep in her lovely ass sends me over the edge. The last thread of my control snaps, and I begin to fuck her.
I pull back and rut deep into her again and again, gripping her hips in my punishing hands even as her body tries to escape me. No fucking way.
“Take me, wife. Take everything I give you.”
“It’s—I’m so—ah—” She screams as I max out the vibration, feeling her ass tighten around my dick like a vice. “Oh, God, oh my?—”
“So, fucking good,” I grunt, bending forward to cover her bowed body with my own as I thrust into her again and again. My balls slap her vibrating cunt with every deep thrust as my arms move to bracket hers, my hands covering hers, fingers weaving with hers. I’m everywhere she is, covering her, consuming her, possessing her, invading her.
“Kirill—” she cries out my name. “I’m coming. I’m—oh!”
She buries her face into the cushion as she screams, her fingers curling around mine as her body shakes, quakes. Splitting apart beneath me. The grip of her ass around my cock is fucking wild. Life altering. The waves of her orgasm crash into me with enough violence to knock the air from my lungs, and yet I ride her through each one until my own orgasm crests. It’s raw, and violent, and brutal. I grunt my release into her neck, nipping and licking soft skin as I spill all of me into her. She has my cum, my heart, and the tattered shreds of my forsaken soul pulled into the depths of her for safekeeping. My heart feels as though it erupts at the thought, the shrapnel splintering into her in a way I’ll never be able to pull myself entirely free. I can’t imagine I’ll ever want to.
It had been my intention to possess all the parts of her, but it appears she’s taken all the parts of me, instead. I’ve been played at my own game, and I’m not even a little upset about it. This woman owns me.
We stay like this for long minutes, each of us gathering our breath after the most intense session I’ve ever experienced. When I am able to breathe again, I confess, “I love you, Ruby Volkov. I am so deeply in love with you, I don’t think I can breathe in a world where you are not. I love you in a way that my life depends on you being in it. The center of it. You are everything to me. You and the life we create—are everything to me. For you, I have the capacity to become a monster. A thing of nightmares. But I will try to be good for you. To be honorable in the ways that I can, for you.” I press my lips to her shoulder, and beg, “Tell me you love me, wife.”
“I love you, husband.” I can hear her raw sincerity. “I love all the parts of you. The monster and the man. Thank you, Kirill, for keeping me.”
Epilogue
Ruby
I’ve been thinking of my soul.
Maybe it’s the new soul I carry. The devastating innocence that is a new and delicate life. Maybe it’s that I’ve taken the life of a man who should have loved me. A man I should have loved. A brother I didn’t know about, but shared a father with. A man who never knew what it meant to be loved or to love in return.
