Chapter Seven

Venus

I had no idea which way was up or was down. Somewhere in back of my mind, I thought I should be concerned he knew my real name. No one knew it but Millie and Shadow. Millie's lips were sealed. If Piston knew Shadow, the other man might have helped brother out and given up information about me. But right now, I couldn't process complex things. No man had ever taken such complete control over me before. Was muddling my brain. Sex wasn't new to me. I'd done just about everything one could imagine in that area. But nothing I'd ever experienced could have prepared me for what I was currently experiencing with Piston.

When he'd caught my hands, then tied them with his belt, my first instinct had been to fight, but I just couldn't make my body resist him. His big, brawny arm around my throat, him holding leather belt binding my wrists were show of raw strength on his part. There might have been a small window where I wasn't completely sure I could break his hold if I'd wanted, but strangely, helplessness only turned me on even more.

I'd thought I'd been in love once. Guard in Victor's home had caught my eye. At one of hardest times in my life, Mikhail was there. Until I thought my sister was making play for him. I lost my mind and almost got us all killed. It was when I first realized hard lesson FSB had tried to teach me. Caring about someone makes you vulnerable. That was first time I thought understood why I needed to never let my guard down. Even my sisters -- especially my sisters -- could be used against me.

Now, I understood why they'd taught me to seduce. Because I was currently one being seduced. Thing was, I was hundred percent certain Piston was much better at seduction than me because I'd never inspired the kind of madness Piston was currently bringing me to.

Had he made me beg, I might have resisted. I might have been able to pull myself out of haze of lust and need he'd so expertly built within me. But no. He gave me a choice. Let him give me pleasure I craved. Or tell him to go fuck himself. I needed to do latter. But I was going to do former.

"I want you to fuck me," I whimpered. I was sure I'd be mortified later by how easily I caved, but right now, I needed to come like I needed to breathe.

"You sure? If I do this, I'm takin' you bare. I'm gonna plant my cum in your pussy and keep my dick inside you all fuckin' night."

"This is supposed to change my mind?" I was on the verge of hysteria.

His dark chuckle made me shiver. "Not at all. It's supposed to warn you. I fuck you now, I'll fuck you whenever I like from this point forward. I'll be puttin' my cum in your pussy at every opportunity, and you won't stop me."

" Blyat! Blyat! Chto eto za bezumiye ?"

"Not madness, baby. This is your reality. I will give you pleasure you've never even dreamed of. But in return, you're gonna belong to me. You'll be mine from now on. Where you go, I go."

"I can't promise you happy ever after, Piston. My life is --"

"Complicated? You think I don't know?"

"Do we have to talk about this now?" I practically sobbed out question. Serious turn of subject should have dampened this need inside me, but it didn't. It only made me impatient to see if Piston could make good on his promises. Surprisingly, I found I loved idea of everything he described. I just wasn't sure I could give him that much of myself.

"You need to know everything before I do this, Venus. But I'm not going to make it easy for you. You're not easy. You wouldn't trust easy. But you trust me. Don't you." It wasn't a question.

"You're imagining things." Why did my voice sound breathy and weak?

"This wet pussy against my dick says otherwise." As he spoke, he moved in slow, easy strokes. Every brush against my clit threatened to send me over edge whether I was ready or not.

Then he stopped, the head of his cock at my entrance. He didn't press forward and actually breach my entrance, but stayed as still as statue. I think him stopping stimulation was actually worse than teasing he'd been doing.

"Why did you stop?" I practically sobbed out the words.

"Because you won't tell me what you want me to do. You're in complete control here. All you have to do is tell me what you want."

"Fine! Just fucking fuck me! I want you to fuck me!" I yelled at him, all my anger and helplessness and loneliness and longing came rushing inside me, just like thrust of his cock.

Without another word, Piston gave me what I asked for. He took my breath as he pounded inside me. At some point he let my hands go, but all I could do was brace myself against the wall. I tried to push back, to fuck him like he fucked me, but he had me pinned between the hard wall and his equally hard body.

He worked my body with brutal finesse, knowing exactly how to play me to keep me on edge, never falling over. His grip on my hips was just shy of painful, but I reveled in it. I found I wanted that helpless feeling I had when he'd manhandled me. Thought of him tying me to his bed for him to do whatever he wanted with me played in my mind on repeat even as it gave me a taste of what that scenario would entail. He'd said he would put his cum in me whenever he wanted. Did I really want that?

" Blyad !"

"That's right, baby. I'm fuckin' you. I'm gonna fuck you all fuckin' night. Then, when we catch that son of a bitch, Victor, I'm gonna bring you home and fuck you some more."

" Da! Da !"

With a yell, Piston shoved away from me only to spin me around again. He lifted me into his arms. I found myself being carried to the bed across the room. My pants and boots were still around my thighs so I couldn't wrap my legs around him. He set me on my feet long enough to shove my pants all the way down my legs. My boots were harder to get off, but somehow we both managed. By the time we did, though, both of us were breathing heavily. More than a few grunts and moans filled the room as I became more and more frustrated. This whole situation was pure madness!

Before he put us on bed, Piston lifted my naked body into his arms, those strong arms iron bands around my torso. He shoved his cock inside me again, and I screamed Piston's name.

He lay on top of me -- his jeans still around his hips -- wrapping his arms around me tightly. He began to fuck me in hard, sure, fast strokes. I screamed over and over again, still riding that edge of orgasm but unable to fall. Piston's harsh grunts were heavy in my ears and made my inability to come all the more frustrating. If that bastard came before me, I really would kill him.

"That's it, baby. You're right there, aren't you? So close you can taste it." His words were nothing but pure sin. I should be burning in hell for all dirty images his gruff voice brought to me.

Sweat dampened my skin. I couldn't breathe. All I could do was dig my nails into Piston's back and do whatever he said moment he said to do it. I probably brought blood, but damned if I cared.

I was getting ready to slice into his jugular vein when Piston shifted his body just slightly. He must have known exactly what he was doing because his arms tightened around me just as my body fragmented, exploding with force of nuclear bomb. I swear I saw stars and possibly passed out for few seconds.

I couldn't see, my ears rang with my own screams, then my hips thrashed, convulsing as second wave swept me away. This time, my body went rigid right before I screamed, digging my nails into Piston's back and shoulders. Need to hold him to me was primal, something I was helpless to resist.

At some point, I relaxed under Piston. His heavy weight on me was more comforting than I ever thought possible. I'd always insisted being on top during sex. With Piston, the urge to roll us so he was underneath me never occurred. He dominated me and I craved more.

When he finally rolled off me, I whimpered with loss. He didn't go far, though. He held me against his chest, one arm around my shoulders, the other palming the back of my head.

"That's it, Venus. My warrior woman." He crooned to me like he might a child. Could be because I was trembling and… were my eyes damp? "My woman. Just relax. Let it all out. I'll always be here to catch you."

Fuck. My eyes were wet. My breath was coming in little hitches and I couldn't seem to stop it.

Finally, I gave up and just went limp against him. He wanted control? Well, he had it. I was too exhausted to care.

With one final deep breath, I closed my eyes and let sleep have me. I'd trust Piston to keep me safe. Besides, if I was killed before I woke, I'd die happy.