Page 80 of Fierce Pursuit

“Yes, it was a mistake. It should have never happened, and it won’t happen again.” My words didn’t even sound convincing to my own ears.

“We’ll see about that.”

The silence stretched between us as his strong fingers massaged my scalp as he shampooed my hair, getting rid of all the clinging mud.

He then took his hands away and turned me around again. “Your turn.”

He put the washcloth in my hand.

“What do you want me to do with this?”

“I washed you. It’s only fair that you do the same. After all, the only reason I was this dirty in the first place is because you threw a tantrum.”

“No.” I tried to push past him out of the shower.

He slammed his hand against the wall, blocking my path then taking my wrist and putting the washcloth in my hand before laying it on his chest. “I insist.”

Maybe if I just did it quickly, he would let it go?

I scrubbed his arms and his shoulders and then down his chest to his abs, avoiding his cock that was now rock-hard, pressing into his lower stomach.

My eyes went anywhere but his body. I couldn’t look at that. I knew if I did, it’d be over. Memories of how he felt inside of me were too fresh. I meant what I said about not sleeping with him again because it was a mistake, but that didn’t mean my body didn’t want it.

There was also a part of me that was terrified of his cock.

There was no way that massive thing could fit inside me again. I remembered the way it burned as it stretched and filled me.

Kostya put his hand on my shoulder and pressed down, silently forcing me to my knees.

Where I still avoided the hard cock that was inches from my face. From the corner of my eye I could see it twitch, beckoning me to wrap my lips around it, but I wouldn’t.

I refused.

I did what he told me to do. I ran the washcloth over his thick thighs down to his powerful calves, ignoring the way my core clenched and the way his cock bobbed, begging for attention. I pretended not to see the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip, or the way the veins bulged, pulsing with his heartbeat.

His voice was a soft growl as he gripped my chin andforced my gaze up to his. “You know what I want, babygirl.”

“I…I…can’t. No.”

He stroked his thumb over my trembling lower lip. “Open your mouth for me.”

I tried to shift backward, but he was too quick.

His arm lashed out to grip my wet hair. “I won’t ask again.”

A twisted mix of desire and fear warred inside me. Why did I find his brutish, domineering ways such a fucking turn-on? It was so wrong. And yet, my heart raced at the idea of him forcing his big cock down my throat, choking me. As if I craved the punishment he promised.

He tightened his grasp on my hair. A final warning.

Settling my hands on his thighs, I leaned forward and placed my lips around the bulbous tip of his cock.

He shifted his hips forward. “Good girl. Now suck it.”

The moment his cock pushed further into my mouth, filling it, I panicked. It was too much.

I tried to pull back but his fist in my hair wouldn’t let me.

The head of his cock filled my mouth.

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