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“How did you do that?” I exclaimed, blinking as my mind caught up to my body.
“I can bend space, remember?” he smirked, his hands returned save for a single claw. He knelt above me, tearing through every scrap of fabric that separated my skin from his. A whimper sounded in my chest as he flung the ripped garments from my body. His nostrils flared again, a wicked grin settling on his lips. “Admit that my possession of you makes you wetter than any amount of freedom I give you,” he growled.
“It doesn’t,” I breathed. It did, and the slickness of my thighs betrayed my words.
He banished the claw, then tore off his pants and boots, standing completely naked and shifted before me. I raked my gaze across his damning body, every muscle chiseled to perfection, and the scales that graced his skin glinted as he stalked toward me. The bed dipped beneath his bulk, and my breath hitched as he spread my legs with his knee, widening them as far as they would go. “I beg to differ,” he purred as he drank in the sight of my bare, soaked core. He caged me in with his arms, bringing his lips a breath from my ear and grinding his hips into mine. “Admit that you have been manipulating me.”
My breath hitched.How could he have known that?
I tried to close my legs and back away, but he gripped my thigh and pinned it to the bed as his other hand found the backof my head, yanking my hair back so my neck was bared to him. His hips rolled against mine, and my fear only increased the ache between my legs. “Say it, Izidora.”
My mother’s words returned to me.Make sure he puts your needs above his own, protects you with the fierceness you deserve, and does not dampen your free spirit.
Ruslan was possessive in a way that was protective, not controlling. He defied his father’s order to break me mentally, instead empowering me with everything I needed to take care of myself. He never hurt me out of viciousness, but only when we were in bed and I wanted it.
Ruslan was darkness incarnate, and I was the fire that lit him up.
“Say. It.” he commanded in my ear, adjusting his hips so the tip of his cock lined up with my entrance. I shook my head, unable to speak. He yanked my head back harder, then sucked my pulse between his sharpened teeth, drawing a hint of blood. The metallic scent filled the air between us, and I gasped as he lapped at my neck, then sank his tongue between my lips, sharing the taste. His kiss left me breathless, and when he broke it, his smoldering eyes bored into me.
“This is your last opportunity to speak,” he threatened. “I only want the truth from you.” He trailed his hand up my thigh to the apex of it, his fingers brushing over my clit. I writhed beneath him, needing more friction, and he responded with a hard slap to my sensitive nerves. I arched off the bed into him with a gasping moan, my pussy sucking in his cock with a wet gulp.
He was right, so utterly right. I wanted him to protect me like he had before, but let me spit fire in my own defense. I wanted him to drag me into the depths with him and light the way out for us. But I could not say it.
Ruslan groaned as he filled me, but his determination to getan answer from me won out. He pinned me beneath him so I was unable to move, but did not remove his cock, its length stretching me but not giving me the sensation I needed to come. “Tell me, my sprite, that you manipulated my emotions, trying to win me to your side. Tell me how good it felt to see me changing. Tell me how you saw hope for us like I did.”
I panted as he held me still, panicking because he knew my every thought and because my body screamed for release and I was wholly trapped with no way out. I turned my head to the side, closing my eyes, but Ruslan grabbed my face.
“You will look at me.” I did not think I could get any wetter, but another gush seeped from my center, and Ruslan growled as it coated his shaft.
That sinful smirk reappeared, and he dragged his cock all the way to my entrance before seating himself fully again. “Did I not tell you that you’d like it rough? That it would make you feel so alive?” He repeated the motion, and I was trembling all over by the time his balls were flush against me once more.
I moaned, trying to grind my hips against him.
He tsked, then yanked my hair back roughly. “If you won’t admit to manipulating me, admit that you like it when I hurt you.”
“Yes,” I breathed, my body too tight and too hot to deny it.
“Yes, what?”
“I like when you hurt me, and I like when you hurt others for me,” I added, hoping that would incentivize him to ease the ache building in my core.
He growled, embers in his eyes as he pumped in and out of me, slowly, dragging out the tension. I needed more, and faster. His hands fell away, but his predatory gaze pinned me as I pushed into him as hard as he pushed into me. “Did you manipulate me?”
“Only because I saw the good in you and wanted you to see that we could be happy without anything else.”
In one swift movement, he pushed off the bed and pulled out of me, tearing a cry from my lips as his warmth left me. In another, his hands were on me, flipping me with such force I was on all fours in front of him before I realized what he had done. With one brutal thrust he was back inside me, and he dug his fingers into my hips so hard they bruised. His cock was vicious as it tore through me, so hard and so rough that I cried beneath his onslaught. He bent over my back, wrapped my hair around his fist, then whispered in my ear, “I will not stop until I get what I want. Nothing you can do will ever change that. I want my father dead. I want you as my mate. I want you as my wife. In. That. Order.” He punctuated his last words with piercing thrusts.
Fuck, his words were exhilarating, and sparks burst in my chest.
Rearing back, he forced my spine to arch with his fist in my hair, and the chandelier above our bed blurred as tears sprang to my eyes, Ruslan brutally pounding me, over and over and over. My legs trembled as the tension in my core reached a breaking point, the pain in my scalp sending my pleasure higher than ever before. With his free hand, he found my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that were antithetical to his rough pace. “I feel your pussy pulsing around me, sprite. Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as I ground into his hand, shamelessly needing more friction.
He left me empty, taking all pleasure with him, and my frustrated moan was pure lust, my body still tight and my core still ready to explode at any moment. Ruslan whipped me around, throwing me down beneath him, then knelt over me, lookinglike a vengeful god as his wings spread wide above us, his horns and eyes glinting. “Tell me that you love me.”
“I love you. I really do, Ruslan.” The truth fell from my lips with such ease.
“Then scream my name as you come,” he commanded, shoving his cock into my core and slapping my clit.
