Page 63 of Twisted Fate

“I’ve been imagining this since the first night of our honeymoon,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with need. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you went for that swim, didn’t you?”

I bite my lip, feigning innocence as I look up at him—a difficult task for me. “Maybe,” I murmur, and Konstantin’s hand tightens in my hair, pulling me closer. My heart trips in my chest, arousal flooding me. I love that he doesn’t handle me delicately—that whatever he feels for me, when he touches me like this, he does whatever he pleases.

“I’ve never been so fucking jealous of water.” His other hand touches my thigh, skimming upwards. “I wanted to touch every part of you that it did.” His fingers trail up to my hip, over the top of my thigh, dipping between my legs to graze over the smooth skin there. I gasp at his touch, arching into it, and Konstantin chuckles darkly as his hand moves upward, over my stomach, my ribs, my breasts. “I wanted to fuck you in that pool, under theopen night sky. Out where anyone could see us, if they happened to be out and looking.”

“Do you like the idea of that?” I look up at him. “Someone watching us fuck?”

“Hell no.” His hand tightens in my hair, tipping my head back. “You’re mine,volchitsa. I told you I’d scoop out the eyes of any man who looked at you. But while they were looking, they’d see whose cock you’re addicted to. Whose cock you scream for.” His hips tilt forward against mine, and I want to tell him he’s wrong. That I could never be addicted to any part of him.

But that would be a pointless lie, and I think we both would know it.

Konstantin’s hand slides back down, trailing lazily down the flat, taut plane of my stomach before settling between my thighs again, his fingers deftly parting my folds. With a swift movement, he impales me with two fingers, his thumb finding my clit as the fingers of his other hand press against my scalp.

“I want you to come for me, just like this,volchitsa,” he murmurs. “I want you to look in my eyes while you ride my fingers. And then, if you’re a good girl and let me hear how good it is for you, I’ll give you my cock.” His fingers thrust into me, curling, sending pleasure jolting through my body as he rolls his thumb over my clit. “You have to earn this cock,dorogoy. Show me how badly you want it.”

I can’t imagine letting any other man talk to me like this and enjoying it. But every word, growled in his thick Russian accent, sends arousal flooding through me. I nod, whimpering as he rocks his hand against me. “I’m already close,” I whisper, and it’s true. Konstantin knows exactly how to touch me, how to bring me to the edge faster than anyone else ever has. I whimper as he moves his fingers faster, in those quick strokes and tight circles that make every muscle in my body go tight, and I feel myself clenching around his fingers.

My eyes flutter shut, and he jerks sharply on the fistful of my hair that he’s still holding.

“Eyes on me,volchitsa,” he growls. “I want you to look into my eyes when you come.”

Does he suspect something?Even in this moment of utter bliss, as I teeter on the edge of an explosive climax, I can’t help but wonder if he’s digging for something, searching for some admission of guilt that would lead him to the truth of who I am.

But when I look into his eyes, I don’t see anything like that. All I see is pure, unbridled lust, the barely-held-back need of a man who wants me beyond description. And it’s the look in his eyes, dark and hungry, that sends me over the edge as much as anything else.

“Konstantin!” My hands fly up out of the water, splashing us both as I grab onto his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as my hips rock against his hand and I come hard on his fingers. I grind myself down onto him, crying out his name again as I hold his gaze with my own, the orgasm tearing through me like a wave. The water laps around us, slapping at our skin as I clench and ripple around his thrusting fingers, until he finally pulls them free and picks me up.

My legs go around his waist without thinking, and he angles his cock to brush against my slick opening, his hips spearing me with one hard thrust that has my head falling back as my arms wind around his neck. I gasp as his arm goes around my waist, holding me tightly against him as he backs up to the edge of the pool, facing the deck, leaning me back against it as he starts to thrust.

His hand stays wrapped in my hair, forcing me to look at him as he sinks his cock into me again and again, as deeply as he can every time, until I’m gasping and shuddering with pleasure. He feels so good, long and thick and almost too big, big enough thatevery hard thrust brings a spark of pain with the endless waves of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Konstantin—” I moan his name, arching my back as I roll my hips against him. “I need to come again, please?—”

“Fuck,” he hisses, thrusting hard and holding himself there, his pelvis rocking against me in a way that makes me see stars. “God, you sound so pretty when you beg,volchitsa.”

He rolls his hips against me again. “Beg for me, Sophia. Beg for this cock. Beg for me to make you come.”

I’ve never begged a man for anything in my life. But in that moment, on the brink of another shattering orgasm, my body wound tight and every part of me aching formore, I hear the pleas spilling from my lips.

“Please,” I gasp, bucking against him, desperate for all the friction I can get. “Make me come, Konstantin. Make me come as many times as I can take it. Please,please?—”

His hand slips between us, into the tight space between our bodies, and his fingers find my clit. “Come on my cock, Sophia. My pretty little wife. Come all over me.”

His head drops then, his mouth finding my nipple as his hand tugs my head back, still tangled in my hair. My mouth drops open on a cry as I feel his teeth scrape the sensitive peak, his tongue swirling, lips sucking as his other hand works my clit, his hips picking up the relentless pace once more as he fucks me with his thick, hard length.

I feel myself tighten around him as the orgasm hits me, and Konstantin groans, his mouth finding mine again as he thrusts harder, his hips shuddering against me as he sinks into me as deeply as he can. He holds himself there for a moment, and then, to my surprise, he pulls out, his arm going around my waist.

He flips me over as easily as if I weighed nothing at all, putting me on my knees on the low, raised ledge at the edge of the pool. He pushes me forward with his hand between myshoulder blades, so that my breasts brush against the rough surface of the deck, his other hand tilting my hips up so that only my knees and thighs are in the water.

The warm breeze feels cool now, over my wet skin. I feel Konstantin moving behind me, shifting so that I feel his cock slide between my folds, gathering the slick wetness there. He slides the blunt head back and forth, and when I feel him angle himself higher, I know what he’s about to do.

“Konstantin—” I breathe his name, half in anticipation, half in fear.He’s too big,I can’t help but think, as I feel the blunt tip of his cock brush against my tight hole, pressing there as he shifts his hips upward.

“You can take it,volchitsa,” he murmurs, gripping my hip with one hand to steady me.

“You can’t get me pregnant this way,” I joke in a shaky whisper, pressing my lips together as I feel his hips try to push forward. “It won’t work.”

“I know.” His fingers dig into my hip. “I don’t care,dorogoy. I want every part of you. I want every part of this perfect fucking body to take my cock, to come for me while I fuck you in every hole. You’remine?—”