Page 82 of Vicious Betrayal

"You're going to ride me," I tell her, my hand sliding down from her breast to the button of her jeans. "Right here. Right now. You're going to take every inch of my cock."

"Your shoulder—" she starts, but I cut her off with a sharp look.

"I don't give a fuck about my shoulder," I growl. "Unbutton your jeans, Oksana. Now."

Her hands shake as she reaches for the button, but she obeys, popping it open and dragging the zipper down. I help her as much as I can with one hand, shoving the denim down over her hips until she has to lift up off me to kick them off completely. Her underwear follows a second later, and then she's naked, straddling my hips, her pale skin glowing in the dim light.

I reach down between us, my hand sliding between her thighs, and I find her already wet. Soaked, her arousal slick against my fingers as I stroke through her folds. "Fuck," I breathe, my cock throbbing painfully against the confines of my jeans. "You're dripping for me. Even after everything, you still want this."

"I want you," she whispers. "I've always wanted you, Cormac. That was never a lie."

I don't respond. Instead, I push two fingers inside her, curling them upward, and she moans, her head falling back as her inner walls clench around me. "Get my jeans open," I order, pumping my fingers slowly in and out of her. "And then you're going to sink down on my cock and ride me until I say you can stop."

She nods frantically, her hands fumbling with my belt buckle and the button of my jeans. She gets them open and shoves them down just far enough to free my erection. I'm rock-hard, my cock standing thick and flushed against my stomach, and the sight of her staring down at it with wide, hungry eyes makes me even harder.

"Come here," I growl, pulling my fingers out of her and gripping her hip with my right hand. "I want to be inside you, Oksana. Now."

She rises up on her knees, positioning herself over me, and then she's sinking down, taking me inch by inch. The heat of her is overwhelming, her body tight and slick around me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there. "Fuck," I hiss, my hand tightening on her hip hard enough to bruise. "Christ, you feel so good."

She whimpers, her hands bracing on my chest as she takes me deeper. The angle is awkward—I can't thrust up into her the way I want to with my shoulder torn open—but she adjusts, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that make my vision blur at the edges. "Move," I order, my voice rough and strained. "Ride me. Show me how much you want this."

She lifts up until just the head of my cock is still inside her, and then she slams back down, taking me to the hilt. The force of it makes her cry out, her nails digging into my chest, and I groan, my head falling back against the rug. "Again," I demand, and she obeys, rising and falling in a steady rhythm that has us both panting within seconds.

I watch her through half-lidded eyes, taking in every detail—the way her breasts bounce with each movement, the way her blonde hair falls around her face in wild, tangled waves. The way her lips part on breathless moans, her cheeks flushed pink with arousal and exertion.

She's perfect. She's a liar and a traitor and the woman who was going to destroy everything I've built.

And I still can't get enough of her.

"Faster," I growl, my hand sliding from her hip to the curve of her ass, gripping hard. "I want to feel you fall apart on my cock, Oksana. I want to hear you scream my name."

She moves faster, her rhythm becoming erratic as she chases her release. I can feel her tightening around me, her inner walls fluttering, and I know she's close. "Touch yourself," I order, my voice barely more than a rasp. "I want to watch you make yourself come while you ride me."

Her hand slides down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, and she gasps, her movements becoming even more desperate. I watch as she circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, her hips grinding down against mine with every stroke. "Cormac," she moans, her voice breaking. "Oh God, Cormac, I'm⁠—"

"Not yet," I interrupt, my grip on her ass tightening. "You don't come until I tell you to. You understand me?"

She whimpers, her entire body trembling with the effort of holding back, but she nods. "Good girl," I murmur, and the praise makes her clench around me so hard I nearly lose control. "Now keep riding me. Just like that. Don't stop."

She obeys, her movements becoming frantic, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I can feel my own release building at the base of my spine, a white-hot pressure that threatens to consume me, but I force it back. I'm not done with her yet.

Not even close.

24

OKSANA

Ican't hold back much longer. My thighs are burning, my entire body trembling with the effort of obeying him, not letting myself fall over the edge even though I'm so close it hurts. My fingers circle my clit in desperate, frantic movements, and every stroke sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me, building higher and higher until I think I might actually break apart.

"Please," I gasp, my voice ragged and broken. "Cormac, please, I can't⁠—"

"You can," he growls. "You're going to hold it until I say. You're going to show me you can still obey me even after everything you've done."

The cruelty in his words should hurt. It does hurt. But it also makes me clench around him even harder, sharpening the pleasure into something almost unbearable. I hate that he can still do this to me. I hate that even now, even after everything, I want him so badly I can barely breathe.

"I hate you," I choke out, tears streaming down my face as I ride him harder, faster, chasing the release he won't let me have. "I hate you so much."

"Good," he rasps, his green eyes blazing up at me. "Hate me all you want, Oksana. It doesn't change the fact that you're mine. It doesn't change the fact that your body knows exactly who it belongs to."