18. Chapter 18

18

Wren

M y entire body explodes in pleasure. I'm completely filled by him, and it's indescribable. He starts moving in slow, deep strokes that have me seeing stars.

D's got me pinned, his strength overwhelming. It's too much and not enough all at once. I should hate feeling this out of control, but fuck if I don't want more.

His hips move in a steady rhythm with mine, driving his thick, throbbing cock deep inside me with each powerful thrust. My body responds eagerly, every nerve tingling and sparking with pleasure as he hits all the right spots. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me as I surrender to his relentless movements.

"Faster," I urge, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.

He complies eagerly, picking up the pace and slamming into me with reckless abandon. Our bodies slap together with each powerful thrust, and I scream out in ecstasy.

"Fuck yes," D grunts, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounds into me.

Every inch of me is vibrating with pleasure, and I know I'm close to the edge once again.

"Harder," I moan, unable to get enough of him as he pounds into me with unrelenting force.

He crushes his lips against mine, rough and demanding. He tastes like whiskey and danger. His body's all hard muscle, pressing me into the leather. I grab at his chest, feeling it heave under my fingers.

"Fuck," I gasp when he finally lets me breathe. My whole body's on fire, every nerve screaming. "I'm gonna—"

D's eyes are dark, hungry. "Not yet, krasotka ," he growls. "We're just getting started."

He shifts suddenly, yanking my leg up and over his shoulder. I'm split wide open, my body bent in ways that would snap a normal person. The new angle hits something deep, and I can't bite back the gasp that escapes me.

"Fuck," I hiss, fingers digging into his arms.

I want to tell him he's a cocky bastard, but all I manage is a breathless "Fuck yes." My body betrays me, responding to his every move. I dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer.

D's smile is all predator. "Told you you'd beg, krasotka ."

"Shut up," I growl, but there's no bite to it. I'm too far gone to care about my pride right now.

My pussy grips his cock tightly, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can't help but think it might become my go-to move. But just as I'm getting close to climax, expecting more deep thrusts coming my way… D stops cold. My eyes fly open to see him smirking at me, clearly enjoying the power he has over my pleasure.

"What… the…?"

"You never said please, krasotka ."

"Fuck you," I snarl, trying to regain control. My hips buck against him, desperate for more of his cock buried inside me.

"Stubborn as a mule," D teases, holding me still. "But I've got all night."

I bare my teeth. "I don't beg."

"We'll see about that," he whispers, teasingly slow as he thrusts deeper into me. The sensation is maddening, and I can feel myself losing control.

This is fucking killing me!

My body's screaming for more, but I'll be damned if I give him the satisfaction.

"Fine," I growl finally. "Please… D… go to hell ."

D's laughter echoes through the room as he leans in closer. "Close enough, for now," he says, thrusting into me again and steadying himself between my legs. I can feel every move he makes inside of me, making the sofa creak and shake. The leather sticks to my sweat-slicked skin, burning from the friction, but all I can focus on is D's overwhelming strength and control.

I dig my nails into his back, matching his intensity. "Is that all you got?" I challenge, my voice ragged.

"Not even close, krasotka ."

His eyes flash dangerously, and before I know it, he's pinching my nipple with one hand while slowing down his thrusts. His other hand slides up toward my neck, tightening its grip just enough for me to still breathe. It should terrify me—this man could kill me if he wanted to—but instead, it only turns me on more.

I clench my muscles around him, but he's so big and thick that all I can do is moan and mutter profanities.

His blue eyes bore into mine, possessive and hungry. I can feel his hard body pressed against me, my hips grinding back against his. My thoughts are consumed with wanting him to take control of me, to dominate me completely.

I don't look away; our eyes lock, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It's like he sees right through me, past all my walls and bullshit. Like he knows me better than I know myself. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

What the fuck is this?

I try to tell myself this is just a quick fuck. Nothing more.

Don't be stupid, Wren. Don't catch feelings.

But… The way he looks at me. Like he knows every dirty secret I've got. Like he owns a piece of me I didn't even know was for sale. I want him so bad it hurts.

"You're mine, krasotka ," he growls, voice rough as gravel.

No, I belong to no one.

I should deck him for that shit. But I can't. ‘Cause part of me likes it. Craves how much he wants me.

A moan escapes me, raw and needy. I'm teetering on the edge of something huge, terrifying. Part of me wants to bolt. But a bigger part wants to jump off that cliff and see where I land.

D seems to sense it, too, because he leans down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss as we both race toward our release.

"Fuck," I gasp when I can breathe again.

For a second, I swear I see stars. My whole body's shaking, clenching around him as he shudders against me. I can feel him fill the condom with a primal urgency, releasing himself inside of me at the exact moment I climax on his cock.