Chapter 28

Katja~

A s I reached for Maksim's belt, I'd never felt so weak in all my life. Though I'd been screaming a good game, he and I both knew that I was always going to cave when it came to my grandfather. When it was all said and done, when push came to shove, when my feet were actually held to the fire, I was going to do whatever I could to save my grandfather from ever having his heart broken again. I was not going to be the one to put that look of loss on his face ever again.

With Maksim's hand lost in my hair, I freed him, then wrapped my lips around his cock, wishing that he didn't affect me the way that he did. My humiliation and shame were real, and I really did feel violated from what he'd done to me, but it was too late for me. I already had feelings for him, and since there was no way out of this situation right now, I had no idea how to separate those feelings from being with him. I was officially letting my feelings for him complicate something that really wasn't complicated. After what he'd done, I should hate him. Now that I knew what I knew, I should feel nothing for him but hate, but that's not how feelings worked. Feelings were often a chaotic mess, and they were also a lot stronger than logic at times. It was the reason that we stayed when we knew that we should leave; because when things felt good, they really felt good.

"Christ," Maksim hissed as his fingers fisted in my hair. "I definitely don't deserve how good you're making me feel, baby."

I wanted to ignore him and just martyr myself, but I wasn't that unfeeling. I wanted to be, and I wished like hell that I could be, but I wasn't. Everything about this situation was fucking me in a million different ways, but I couldn't deny that Maksim's voice always managed to send a shiver of dark need down my spine, and the woman in me liked being down here, and I hated myself for it.

However, as I took Maksim deep in the back of my throat, he didn't let me think on it for much longer. He pulled out of my mouth, and when I looked up at him, he immediately reached down, grabbed me by my shoulders, then hauled me to my feet.

Before I could ask him what he was doing, he turned me around, then pushed me onto the bed. "Get on all fours," he ordered.

I did as he'd commanded, and as soon as I was in position, I felt Maksim's hands on my left ankle, and my heart thumped at how he began removing my heels. It was such a seductive and intimate thing to do, and that's not what I wanted from him. I wanted to hate him for what he'd done to me, so the more that he pleasured me, the more I resented my weakness when it came to this man.

As soon as he removed my shoes, I felt him push my dress up over my hips, and because I'd chosen to wear light pink panties, I knew that he could see how wet I already was. I could say whatever I wanted, but my body betrayed me every time, and it was something that he wasn't above exploiting, and we both knew it.

I remained positioned as Maksim pulled my panties over my hips and down my thighs, and when he made no further move to actually take them off me, I knew that my little tirade hadn't made a difference to him, even if I'd been justified. He was going to fuck me like a whore not worth undressing, and he was going to prove his point while doing it.

The sounds of Maksim getting into position rang in my ears, and shame covered my face as I waited eagerly for what was coming next. My brain and body were not on the same page, and I feared that my body was always going to win that argument whenever it came to Maksim.

"See, baby," he said as I felt him run the head of his cock up and down my slit. "It'd be so easy to treat you like a whore, except for one thing." Maksim slid inside me with one purposeful thrust, making me cry out into the bedding. "I don't fuck whores without protection. In fact, you're the only woman that I have ever fucked without protection, so what do you think that makes you?"

Since I wanted to keep hating him, I didn't answer. I didn't want to feel significant. What Maksim had done was unforgiveable, so I needed to fuel my hate, and I couldn't do that if I let myself believe all his pretty words. It was bad enough that I wasn't strong enough to say no to him, so the last thing that I needed to do was let my feelings for him turn me into a complete fool.

When I felt a drop of spit hit my ass, pressure immediately pushed against the back of my eyes. He was going to do this here just to prove that he could, and I was going to let him because I was curious and eager enough not to care about the truth. I knew that it was going to hurt, but I also knew that it was going to feel phenomenal. Maksim wasn't a young man fumbling around in the dark, trying to find his way. No. He was a grown man that new exactly what he was doing and how to pleasure a woman.

Suddenly, Maksim grabbed a hold of my hair, then yanked me upward, my body arched uncomfortably. With his hips still pumping against my ass, his other hand slid between my legs, then started playing with my clit. He wasn't going to let me hide inside my head, and I should have expected as much.

"You're mine, Katja," he grunted in my ear. "Whatever was between us when we first met no longer exists." I let out a low whimper as his fingers manipulated my clit into a frenzy. "Your motives for approaching me no longer exist, and my desire to make you pay for that error no longer exists. What is between us now is the only thing that matters, but if you disagree with me, then I'll still be more than happy to treat you like a dirty slut. If you want me to treat you like a kukla , then I will."

With a cry stuck in my throat, I came all over Maksim's dick as his fingers showed me no mercy. My hands had to latch onto his forearm to help keep me upright, and the way that he rode me through my orgasm was making everything wrong about this situation disappear.

"Fuck, you're hot for it," he groaned right before pushing me back down on the bed by my neck. "You can say whatever the fuck you want to me, but we both know that your cunt is already addicted to my cock. We both know that you love playing the whore for me, and I'm going to prove it."

My fingers fisted in the bedding as Maksim pulled out of my pussy, then went immediately to working the head of his dick into my ass. I had to concentrate to control my breathing as a stinging pain shot up my spine, the sensation a foreign one. I'd never done this before, but it didn't take a genius to recognize that Maksim was probably not the man to break a woman in like this. He was simply too big to skip the preparations.

When he finally breached my opening, I let out a painful gasp, doing my best to calm down, knowing that if I told him to stop, then he would. However, that would feel too much like losing, and I wasn't quite ready to admit defeat.

"Fuck, your ass feels so fucking tight," he grunted as he kept sliding deeper inside me. "I'm not going to last with how tight you're squeezing me."

I felt another bead of spit hit my ass, and my body clenched with how dirty that felt. Using actual lubricants would feel more civilized than what he was doing now, but I supposed that's why we weren't using any. I had no doubt that this room contained a whole drawer full of condoms, lubricants, and whatever else was needed to have a good time."

"Maksim…" I finally choked out, surrendering.

"Shh, baby," he said behind me, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Let me take care of you."

Soon, Maksim was invading my body with smooth, even, deliberate strokes, and though it took a while, his deep thrusts started to feel good. The sting was still there, but it was being overshadowed by the decadent feeling of having a cock buried in my ass for the first time. Maksim's fingers were digging into my hips as he made me take every inch of him, and I could feel myself leaking down my thighs. There was just something about being given permission to be bad when we'd been told our whole lives that we'd better be good.

"Maksim…" I panted, already pushing my ass back for more. "Oh, God…"

"Take that dick like a good girl, lyublyu," he grunted, his hips moving faster, his dick hitting my g-spot, even through my ass. "Show me how much you like my cock in your ass."

"Maksim…don't stop…" I cried out shamefully, my body giving itself over to him once again.

He yanked me back up by my hair. "Is my pretty little whore going to cum for me? Does getting fucked in the ass do it for you, baby?"

"Fuck you…" I choked out as I came from the brutal force of his thrusts, my body an already trembling mess.

"I'm never going to let you go," Maksim vowed, a dark laugh lacing his words. "I'm keeping you forever, Katja."

"I…I hate you…" I whimpered as pleasure weakened me everywhere. "I hate…you…"

Maksim let out a deep roar as he emptied his cock inside my ass, and all I could do was lay there while Maksim marked the only part of me that there'd been left to mark. I'd been officially claimed by him everywhere, and I no longer knew up from down. All I knew was that this was my life now, and things would be so much easier if the only thing that I felt for him was hate.

"This changes nothing," I finally said, lying through my teeth as my body collapsed on the bed.

"I know, baby," he replied quietly, though not caring in the least.