Page 47 of Twisted Fate

“There you are,volchitsa,” he murmurs. “Take what you need. Come on my cock. Come all over my fucking cock?—”

His voice, rasping those filthy words in his Russian accent, mingled with the pressure of his pelvis against my clit and the relentless, hard thrust of his too-thick cock, pushes me over the edge. My fingers curl against his shoulders, nails raking down his skin as I arch underneath him, crying out his name as I come for a second time. I feel myself clench around his length, rippling around him as I writhe and buck and come harder than I ever have with a man inside of me, and Konstantin groans as he thrusts all the way into me again.

“Christ, your pussy is so fucking tight,” he groans. “You feel like fucking heaven?—-”

He thrusts again, once more, and I feel him stiffen, feel him throb inside of me as he curses aloud, grabbing the headboard with one hand. His hips rock against me, his head falling back as I see him start to shudder, ripples of pleasure coursing through his body as I feel the first hot spurt of his cum inside of me.

I’ve never let anyone come inside of me like this before. I claw at his back, half in pleasure and half in fear, despite the fact that I know I’m on the pill. There’s something raw and primal about it, something that I’ve never experienced with anyone before, and I don’t know how to feel about the fact that it’s him, now, that this is happening with.

The man that I’m going to kill before the sun rises tomorrow.

My hand twitches. I could reach for the knife under my pillow. I could do it now, while he’s still in the throes of his climax, his hot cum still spurting inside of me. I can still feel him throbbing, his body shuddering with each new wave of pleasure.

But I don’t. I cling to him, my body clenching around him as he comes inside of me, and as I feel him slowly relax, I know the moment has passed.

He groans, his mouth pressing against my shoulder as he slowly slides out of me. I feel the warmth of his cum against my thighs, and I press them together, remembering what he said. He looks down at me as he pulls away, his hand stroking my folds once as he rolls to one side.

“Don’t lose a drop,volchitsa,” he murmurs. “I want you still full of my cum at breakfast tomorrow.”

He starts to stand, and my heart stutters in my chest with alarm. “Are you not staying?” I ask, my voice weaker than I would have liked, a hoarse rasp in the back of my throat.

Konstantin glances back toward me as he slides off the bed, reaching for his clothes. “No,” he says simply, and then he starts to walk toward the door that divides our rooms, still breathtakingly nude, his clothes in one hand.

My mind screams at me to do something. To grab the knife and throw it, disabling him long enough for me to finish the job. To grab my gun and shoot him before he can react. Tofinishthis, while he’s here, naked, the most defenseless he’ll ever be.

I can’t move. I can’t do anything. I watch him go, my chest aching, my mind spinning, frozen in the middle of my bed with my body still throbbing with pleasure and my thighs still sticky with his cum.

He opens the door, walking through it, and closes it behind him, glancing back at me once as he goes.

And, as the door clicks shut behind him, a heavy realization settles over me.

For the first time since Kane gave me my first assignment… I’ve failed.

13

KONSTANTIN

Iwake in the morning to the feeling of a burning sensation in my back and the hot sunlight spilling over my face. When I sit up, stretching just enough to feel the tightness across my shoulders, I remember all too well what’s caused it.

Sophia, last night, her nails buried in the meat of my shoulders as she came, first on my mouth, and then on my cock.

Already stiff from waking up, my cock throbs with the memory. I glance at the closed door between us, and the thought of going to her, of waking her up with more than just a politegood morning, crosses my mind.

I want her again.And where’s the harm in that?My cock stiffens further, slapping against my abdomen as I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed as I stare at the door. I’ve already fucked her once, filled her up with my cum. I promised her that if we slept together, it would be with the goal of getting heirs—of having a child. And now that I’ve fucked her once, I’m finding that I don’t mind the idea of doing it again—of having a child now—as much as I thought I did.

The act of getting her pregnant is far too tempting to ignore any longer.

I stand up, feeling the burn of the scratches on my shoulders. I glance in the full-length mirror on the other side of the room, catching a glimpse of what I already knew were there—long, red lines down my back. She might have made me lose control last night, but I did the same to her.

I can still smell her perfume and arousal on me. I can still taste her on my tongue, and I want more. I remember the feeling of her wrapped around my cock, clenching around me as she came, and I walk to the door dividing our rooms, my mind already made up.

Before last night, I’d never fucked a woman without a condom before. I was always careful, always cautious. But with my wife, I wanted skin on skin. The chance for something to come of what we did together last night. And how it felt?—

I bite back a groan as I reach for the doorknob. Nothing has ever felt as good as the sensation of Sophia’s tight pussy wrapped around my bare cock. Nothing will ever feel as good again.

It could be addictive. It could be enough to make me never want another woman. To never want anything but Sophia’s hot, slick flesh wrapped around me as she screams my name?—

I shake off the thought, opening the door as my cock throbs stiffly in front of me, eager to be buried inside my wife again. When I open the door, I’m startled to see Sophia sitting up in bed, a silk robe wrapped around her and loosely tied at the waist, her dark hair tumbling loosely around her shoulders.

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