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I stroke my thumb, tracing her cheekbone. “And I don’t want you to, Cricket. It’s my depravity, not yours.”
“But I want you.” Her jaw tightens. “As selfish as this is, it may be the only time I get the chance to have you. But if I don’t satisfy you…” She trails off, and it jerks me into action.
It breaks all restraint as I flip her onto her back and she startles at the movement. I might have particular tastes, but I could try my hardest to deny them for her. For now. But I will never deny her the full attention and demand that she deserves. If she didn’t believe the hold she had over me, then I had to show her.
Elanee had always been confident. Men had gravitated because of not only her looks but her wit and poise. Some of which ended up with broken hands. Okay, it was only one with a fractured hand, but he wanted to be a doctor, and that was a pretty big thing.
Am I a dick? Yes.
But did I try to woo her anymore? No.
The white robe fans around her shoulders and she nervously looks up at me. Then again, I suppose communication had never been our strong suit.
“Elanee, when I fuck, I’m rough, possessive, and dominant. I take, and I take until there’s nothing else to give. And with you… I would not stop.”
She swallows hard. “Do you want to take me now?”
My jaw tics and cock jerks at the innocent inquiry. “You’re playing dangerously, Elanee.”
It took fucking everything within me last night to refrain from taking from her. Instead, I let her use me. I can’t guarantee the same outcome when she looks at me like that today.
She is exasperated. “Just fuck me already, Dmitri. This whole nice guy thing doesn’t suit you.”
I blink. Her words are like a cold, harsh slap of reality. I’d been so caught up in what I thought she needed that I—
She pulls me in, her tongue dancing against mine.
Hungry.
Enticing.
Welcoming.
It lights the raging fire from last night, and every fiber of my being crosses between a need to protect and break her into submission to be mine. Her nails run through my hair, down my back, and bite into my shoulders. I hitch her leg up over my hip, desperate to feel her warm pussy. Needing to take everything from her and rebrand her as my own.
I undo her robe, barely noticing as she shimmies out of it and is hastily undoing my belt. I jump off the bed only for a few seconds. Enough to remove my pants entirely. Her eyes widen as she stares at my cock for the first time and licks her lips with anticipation. The way she stares at it fills me with masculine pride.
I never thought this would happen this weekend, but I was a liar if I said I wasn’t hoping and wanting it.
I stretch over her, and she finally looks up at me again, pulling me back down to kiss her. One of her hands wraps around my cock as she lines its tip with her sweet pussy.
Fuck, she’s beautiful and hungry.
I teasingly roll the tip of my cock back and forth over her wet folds. “Already so wet for me, sweetheart?” I toy.
Her eyes spring open and that devilish frustration twists. “Just fu—”
Her breath hitches as I slam into her to the hilt. I steal her next breath as I kiss her, my hand wanting to press firmly around her throat. But consciously, I rest my hand against her cheek and begin to roll into her. She seems stifled under my size, her little pussy tightly wound around my cock.
“Fuck, your cunt feels so good,” I grit.
She flinches under my coarse words but grabs me by the shoulders and kisses me, imploring me to continue. It’s not just sex she’s demanding, but also for intimacy, I realize. And as strange as it is to me to kiss a woman, I give her every bit of me, letting her bleed me dry if she demands it.
I pound into her, an echoing slap destroying each thrust. Fuck, I need her. I grab onto her tits, twisting. She arches into me, her moan encouraging me that she needs more.
I want to fill her up. Bruise her from the inside so she can only think of me for the coming days.
Tears spring in her eyes as she wraps her feet around my back. “Dmitri,” she pants.
