Page 67 of Impenitent Claim

“I can’t open any more than I already am,” she hissed.

My voice dripped with venom. “You can, so fucking take me.”

She wriggled, moving her arms under me to wrap around my back. Her hips tipped back and legs wrapped around me. What she didn’t quite realize was that by doing that, she’d relaxed.

I plunged deeper than before, stretching and filling every bit of her. A minuscule stab poked the sensitive tip of my dick, but her cries and whimpers, muffled against my flesh, distracted me. Ipulled back to thrust in harder. Pain flared across my skin as she marked me.

“That’s it, rusalka, mark me,” I urged, quickening my pace.

I was going to wear her marks proudly for the next few days.

I drove into her with reckless abandon. Her muscles tightened. Our heavy breathing filled the space.

She was so beautiful, such a good fucking girl. And most importantly—mine. All mine. I told her as much in a long, broken string of Russian.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

“Phantom, I—”

“Ilya. It’s Ilya, and you’ll use it when you come,” I rasped.

Those midnight eyes blinked at me. Her lips parted, words on the tip of her tongue.

I cut them off with a sharp command. “Now say it. Say my name.”

Her response was a hoarse, whispered cry. The little monster shattered around me. I dove to taste her release, swallowing the name on her lips.

With one final thrust, I emptied myself deep inside her. Nothing was keeping me from invading every aspect of her life, even this. She could prevent a pregnancy if she chose, but I was marking her womb with my seed, filling her with my essence. If we did create life, she would be long gone before anyone discovered the secret.

Holding her tight, I made a thousand silent promises, brushing my lips over her skin as they poured from my very soul into hers. There was no way hers didn’t hear. The connection we shared made such communication possible.

Much to my regret, I resisted the urge to take another round. There were heads that needed severing and an empire that needed to topple.

I pressed a final kiss on her mouth and pulled back. My dick was drenched in a mixture of us both. I tucked him away, relishing the filthy detail that he would be coated with the evidence while I worked. Eventually, I would have to shower, but that could wait for a little while.

I did, however, wet a clean cloth, and brought that plus a dry one back to the bed. “Spread your legs, Izzy.”

She pressed her lips tight and shook her head.

The flash of disobedience sizzled through my veins. There wasn’t time to properly play with her, to teach her the consequences of even the simplest denial.

I leaned over her, my fingers tugging at her knees. “Open.”

“It’s messy.”

Exactly.What I wouldn’t give to enjoy the evidence of our lovemaking with each of my five senses, including taste, until my primal nature was temporarily sated. “You deny me the sight?”

Her mouth opened and shut. She might have grown up in a mob, but clearly she hadn’t experienced the more carnal arts. That black thought sent a surge of victory through me. She would experience all the filthy talking, all the pleasurable acts with me.

Slowly, she parted her knees.

It was a mess. I had to clench my jaw tight and forbid myself from doing something about it. Any chance of my dick softening vanished. Reluctantly, I pressed the warm cloth against her pussy and draped the dry one over her belly.

“You don’t have to worry about a pregnancy,” the siren confessed, capturing her bottom lip to gnaw between her teeth.

I narrowed my gaze. Her insides were still hot with my seed, and she was shattering the fantasy.

“After our time in Chicago, I went on birth control. I have a copper IUD,” she explained. The sudden shyness wasintoxicating enough to sooth the inner beast, who wanted very much to sink into her again.

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