Page 19 of Corrupt: XXX Vadim 2
“Tell me I can have you.” He leans down, brushing his lips against my quivering throat. “Tell me I deserve you.”
My brain reels at his tone. Guttural. Broken. Teasing aside, this is far beyond sex. Too far.
“Vadim—”
He nips, rendering me silent. “Say it. I deserve you. I… I amowedyou. No one can take you from me. Not him. Not God. No one.”
“Vadim, listen—”
A scream rips away any other coherent words I might say. My spine arches off the bed as ecstasy explodes through my body. Buzzing. Persistent vibration…
The toy is electric, and he’s just turned it on.
“Stay with me,” he urges, his tone radiating authority. “Stay with me, beautiful. Look at me.”
My eyes stream, throat rasping as I meet his gaze. He looks so open in this moment. So raw—and the intensity building within me only strengthens. A brutal orgasm is looming, one so devastating I almost fear it.
“I will have you,” Vadim swears. He withdraws the toy, setting it aside, and I moan wordlessly as he settles over me, his cock throbbing against my inner thigh. “I will keep you. I will own you. Say that you’re mine.”
He thrusts in so deep I think I lose consciousness. When my senses return, I’m gasping, dizzy and dazed, clawing at the sheets as he slams inside of me.
I cry out his name as my body convulses over and over. He’s steel, pulsating against my inner walls. And yet, as stern as ever, his voice drips into my ear, murmured like a prayer. “Come for me, beautiful. So wet. So perfect. Tell me you need this. You needme.”
I comply in whimpers and groans, too far gone to speak logically. As he moves, I lose track of time and space. Of how many times I come.
It’s pleasure beyond any physical understanding. I’m drugged, overwhelmed, drowning in him. But even in my dazed, broken brain, I take note of when he groans, his throat cording, hands grasping my hips.
He throws his head back, groaning my name as his release floods me in fiery waves.
And I know that my attempts at putting distance between us were pathetic, pitiful lies. Much like our very first meeting, I was never in control.
Not really.
He’s always had an alternate plan, one I suspect I’m barely aware of even now. All I can do is surrender to the chaos and try to swim against the current.
Or drown.
“You aremine,” he declares, collapsing against me. “And I will take what I am owed...”
