Page 81 of Fierce Pursuit

He pushed forward until it hit the back of my throat.

My shoulders jerked as I gagged while my nails dug into his thighs.

“Easy, baby. Just open your throat for me. Don’t try to fight it.” He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.

With no other option, my tongue swept the underside of his shaft.

His head fell back, a rattling groan torn from his lungs. “That’s it. Just like that.”

A rush of pleasure at having pleased him encouraged me to sweep my tongue over the shaft again, before moving my head back slightly to swirl it over the tip.

Kostya groaned again as the muscles in his thighs tightened beneath my fingertips.

Hot water streamed down my back and pooled around my legs, the hard tile biting into my knees, but I didn’t care. I forced my mouth down onto his shaft until I gagged. Then I pulled back, only to try again. This time I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft to try to control how far it went into my mouth. I was rewarded by him using his free hand to stroke my cheek.

As I tightened my hand around his flesh, I moved my head back and forth, swallowing more of him each time. Still, I wasn’t even close to taking half his length.

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to deep throat his whole intimidating cock. I didn’t even think it would be physically possible. Although the idea of him forcing it down my throat despite my protests sent a rush of heat between my thighs.

Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me?

Although I’d been a virgin, I had done other things with the occasional boyfriend. I wasn’t a nun. But no boyfriend compared in sheer size and strength to Kostya. With them it was just a stupid thing you did to keep a boyfriend from whining about wanting sex.

With Kostya it was a possession. A show of ownership.

And that terrified me.

After a few sweeps of my tongue, Kostya reacheddown and pulled my hands away. He stepped forward, sliding my body with him until the back of my head bumped the tiles.

He braced his forearm against the wall and leaned forward before rasping, “Brace yourself, babygirl.”

That was my only warning.

He thrust forward, choking me.

In response, my jaw closed, scraping his shaft with my teeth.

He didn’t seem to care, as he thrust forward again. And again.

With my head braced against the tiles, I couldn’t escape. My cries were smothered by his flesh as I pushed my hands against his thighs in vain. My lips were stretched thin as I struggled to breathe.

Then without warning, he pulled free. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around my throat and guided me up off the floor. His lips moved over mine as he rasped, “You swallowing is not how I want my seed in your belly.”

It was all too much. My previous fascination with the idea of sucking his cock was replaced by the harsh, terrifying reality. Even if in some insane moment I’d wanted to be…I wasn’t this girl. Couldn’t be this girl.

Kostya was too much for someone like me.

He was too powerful, too scary, too overwhelming.

Lashing out, I curled my hands into fists and beat his chest. “Don’t you touch me!”

He easily captured my wrists and stretched my arms over my head. “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you like I own you.”

My legs shook as I braced myself against the wall, onlyhis grip on my arms stopping me from collapsing back down onto my knees in front of him. My heart was thundering in my ears as I panicked. I needed to get out of here.

“Let me out,” I cried.

“Am I wrong?” he asked, teasing me.

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