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His eyes shot open, wide, glassy, almost panicked.

Good.

“Look at you.” I grabbed his thigh and threw it over my shoulder, spreading him open. “You want my cock all the way in? Then take it like a man and keep your eyes on me.”

I dragged the head of my cock down his opening, slick with my precum and lube, slow enough to make him crazy, teasing the spot he was already clenching. His breath hitched. His fingers clawed at the sheets like he didn’t know whether to brace or beg.

“Don’t look away.” I tapped my tip against him. “If I’m going to split you open, I want to see every second of it on your face.”

I pushed in—just the pierced tip—and his back arched beautifully.

“That’s it.” I leaned over him until my mouth brushed his jaw. “I want to watch you fall apart. I want to see the exact moment your pain turns into pleasure.”

I shoved another inch inside him, harder this time, and he squeezed his eyes shut. I slapped his cheek lightly, forcing his gaze back to mine.

“Open up, baby,” I growled. “You’re going to show me all of you while I ruin you.”

I pushed deeper, slow and merciless.

“No hiding,” I whispered against his lips. “Not from me.”

With a single, vicious thrust, I shoved past his resistance, ripping a choked gasp out of him. His hands flew to the sheets, fists twisting in the fabric as the sound of our bodies colliding bounced off the walls like gunfire.

“Fuck—” He tried to scramble back, but I caught his thighs and yanked him right where I wanted him, dragging him down onto the next brutal drive of my hips. “Yuriy⁠—”

“Hush. I’m only giving you what you begged for.” My palm cracked across his cheek, and he moaned for it. “Never pictured yourself getting fucked raw by an Orlov, did you?” I thrust again, harder then slapped his other cheek. “Look at you. Grinding on my dick with that virgin hole like you were made for it.”

“Fuck—” He bared his teeth, half a growl, half a plea, body shaking under each thrust. “Yuriy, wait⁠—”

“Oh? But you can’t come if I stop.” I curled my fingers around his softening cock, squeezing hard enough to make him twitch. “Look at this useless little dick.” I clicked my tongue. “Sorry, I meant clit. You gonna come for me with your pretty little clit while I fuck your pussy, Stanislav?”

His whole body shuddered, and sweat broke across his forehead. His heat clamped around me in desperate, involuntary pulses that nearly stole my breath. He hardened again in my hand, pathetic, needy, impossibly eager.

“Yuriy, please…”

“Oh, fuck… I love that.” I bit his earlobe, and he jolted. “The way you beg is obscene. Do it again. Beg me to ruin you. Beg me to make you come.”

I punctuated each command with a brutal roll of my hips, savoring the slick rhythm of our bodies meeting. His muscles seized around me, grabbing onto every slow, merciless drive of my hips. A bead of sweat slid down my spine as I groaned against his throat.

“Yuriy—”

“Beg me,” I snarled. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll let you be the only slut who gets off on my cock from now on.”

His breath broke on a ragged whimper.

“Fuck me, Yuriy. Fuck me hard and make me come.”

Barely a whisper.

But enough to light a dark, unholy thrill deep inside me.

“Oh Christ—it hurts… so fucking good.”

I hooked my arms beneath his legs and pushed them up, folding him open until I could reach his mouth. The moment my lips met his, he whimpered, and I swallowed the sound like it belonged to me.

I moved against him with deep, deliberate force, each drive of my hips a steady, merciless claim. His fingers dug into my back, nails raking fiery lines across my skin. Every sting sharpened my focus, tethering me to the moment, to him.

For every thrust I gave him, he clawed deeper like he wanted me to feel everything he felt. Like he needed to mark me as fiercely as I was marking him.