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I picture this is what hell must really feel like—held in an endless, torturous turmoil of stinging, achy need. It is being teased to glorious heights with the promise of ecstasy, only to have it taken away and left burning, aching, and begging for more. But at the same time, there’s that darker part of me that doesn’t want the torture to stop. It wants the agony to be drawn out as it instinctively knows what’s beyond it.
Holy fucking shit! What the hell is happening to me?
“Shh.” Andrey’s finger has fallen on my lips, silencing my pleas and whimpers. “I tell you what to do.” He kisses me, teasing me, coaxing me—he is gentle Andrey once again. “If you obey, you’ll get rewarded.”
His lips crush mine, and he grinds his dick against my lace and satin-clad hungry pussy. Every inch of me is burning with a need so intense now it’s overwhelming, and I want Andrey’s hand on each burning part, doing wicked things to me.
Oh, fuck, this is insane! But I’m powerless to stop it. Weak with desire and a morbid fascination, wanting to know where it’s going to lead.
“Oh yes,” I breathe, and I can’t stop my hips from moving with his when he pulls his lips from mine. “Please…” I’m moaning, but I’m not really sure what I’m asking for at this point. I’m panting, wanting, floating, in pain, and this weird sensation in my stomach is coiling tighter and tighter.
“Open your eyes, Isabella. Don’t make me tell you again,” Andrey commands, stilling his grinding movements.
Fuck, were my eyes closed? I didn’t even realize, as right now, everything is just spinning in a sex-soaked daze with my pussy trying to latch onto his cock to milk it dry.
“Open your eyes!” Andrey snaps.
He pulls his man parts out of my reach while his long arm is still able to keep mine pinned painfully behind my back. He grips my hair with his free hand and yanks a handful of it, forcing me to open my eyes. I look up into his eyes. They have turned blue with predatory lust. He lets go of my hair to pinch my other nipple.
I let out a yelp. I’m not sure if it’s in pleasure or pain. At this point, I can’t really distinguish between the two as both are driving me insane, with a craving I can’t explain or understand slowly consuming me.
“Tell me,” Andrey growls, the deep timbre of his voice making me quiver as he grits his teeth, and I see anger flash in his eyes. “Say, yes, Andrey, I do!”
I’m powerless to resist him. My mind is not as strong as the will of my flesh, and my body is betraying the last vestiges of my control.
“I do!” My voice is raised and comes out as half sob while I maintain eye contact with him. Afraid that if I look away he’ll leave me in a gooey wanton mess.
His eyes narrow. Andrey steps forward and presses himself into me. I can feel he is still rock hard, and I can’t understand how he isn’t completely losing his mind like me. How is he still so in control with a raging hard-on?
I press into him, and for my obedience and effort, he pinches my nipple harder this time, and I cry out. Andrey bends his head and licks the nipple. Another explosion of sensation erupts through me. Andrey pulls away and moves his face closer to mine.
“Princess, why are you making this harder on yourself?” Andrey’s voice is a seductive melody, coaxing and tempting me with promises of pleasure. But my rational mind knows it’s a trap, a game I can see in his eyes he is thoroughly enjoying. “Repeat it, but this time, do it right. I want you to scream what I asked you to say.” His hand cups and starts massaging my mound. “I promise you’ll be rewarded.”
In the haze of desire, I can’t remember what I said wrong. But as Andrey’s touch ignited my every nerve, I realized I forgot to say his name. With determination in my eyes and ensuring I don’t break eye contact or lose the friction of his hand, I scream out, “Yes, Andrey, I do!”
My voice catches in my now raw throat from the force of my scream. A sob escapes my lips when Andrey rewards me by applying more pressure to my pussy and stimulating my clit. And I cry out once again, “Yes, Andrey, I do!”
I can feel something wet on my cheeks, and I don’t know if it’s sweat or tears, and I don’t care. I’m too scared to check, move, or break eye contact in case he stops moving his hand. I don’t even care about the glimmer of triumph that flashes in his sliver blue eyes and or the smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
“Good girl,” Andrey purrs, sending shivers down my spine. I hate myself for my weakness and my desire to please him in exchange for the promise of release. And disgust rolls in to mingle with my self-loathing, which somehow feeds this sick desire swirling inside me. “Now rub your pussy against my hand and cum for me.”
Andrey begins to move his hand in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.
A low, guttural moan escapes my lips. Andrey’s hand moves in perfect sync with my gyrations. I start panting. I can feel the heat building between my thighs.
“Oh, fuck.” The pleasure intensifies until it’s all-consuming, and I scream his name as I explode. His hand remains firmly on my pussy, pulsing along with the waves of my orgasm that leave me trembling and feeling both satisfied and ashamed. I collapse forward onto his broad chest.
I lie against Andrey, spent and vulnerable, wrapped in his arms. I can’t deny that a dark desire still lingers within me, craving more of this sinful pleasure I know in my soul that only he can provide.
The fog slowly clears from my mind. I know without a shadow of a doubt that my carefully worked-out plan for escape has to happen today, or it won’t take long for me to completely lose myself in this man if I stay any longer.
I have the skills and knowledge to survive in the most extreme places. When I’m thinking straight, I can disappear without a trace. What I don’t have is the experience to wield sex as a weapon like Andrey has, and it’s one area I have not learned to control or use to my advantage. If I stay with Andrey, I’m afraid I never will, and as he likes to boast—he will always be in control and the victor in any war we wage against each other.
Chapter 4
ANDREY
My cock has never been so rock hard, throbbing against the fabric of my pants, straining for release. The combination of Isabella’s innocence and defiance is a dangerous mix that has my blood boiling in my veins. Never have I nearly lost control as I have with Isabella over the past three nights and two days.
