Page 217 of Nemesync
A finger slid inside me, and I screamed for more. “First, I want you to never lie to me,” he began, his movement faster, adding more speed as the time went. “Are we clear?”
I nodded and then another finger joined the first, stretching me perfectly as he continued, “Secondly, I want you never to put yourself in danger again.”
Another nod. With each thrust of his fingers his tone grew more serious, more…insistent. “Never again,” he insisted, emphasizing, with a third finger.
My breath grew unsteady.
Whenever I felt ready to give up and release myself, he would slow down until I nodded, then take me faster.
He was punishing me, denying me what I craved the most.Pleasure.
Breathe Z, Breathe.
“Lastly, you’ll never be alone with a man. See I’m a little bit possessive, and you belong to me.”
His fingers curled inside me, and I stopped breathing.
“You can come now.”
I lost it, my body tensed before relaxing entirely, the arms that had been holding me sitting behind my back, collapsed. “Learned my lesson, sir,” I gasped for air.
He didn’t stop; in fact, the last few seconds were even more intense, making me tremble and come all over his fingers.
He sucked them all clean before giving me a kiss on my thigh as if sealing the whole experience. I couldn’t even utter a word; my voice seemed lost to me.
Weak, I was weak for him.
“You still taste like an angel, even if you’re my beautiful demon,” he said as he unbuckled his belt, his gaze still locked on mine.
“Show me how angry you are at me again, Volkov,” I challenged, too aware of his presence.
I grabbed his neck between my arms, pulling him closer. He leaned against my ear and whispered, “You’re going to be so sore after this.”
A low laugh escaped me. “You’re a tyrant, Elijah.”
Without any warning, he turned me around, my face now facing the mattress and buried into the silky green sheets.
His hands grabbed my hips and pushed my ass back in the air. He lifted my dress up to my waist, leaving me completely exposed and ready for him.
“I’m going to make your cheeks as red as the ones on your face,Milaya,” he promised.
Large hands gripped my ass and spread me open so brutally.
Smack.
“Eli!” My scream muffled against the bed sheets. But I wanted more. The pain felt delicious, pleasant, almost addictive. Tears threatened to fall from the intense stimulation—agonizing, overwhelming,blissful.
He spanked me once again, causing me to release a sucked small breath.
“Such a perfect skin to mark and own.”
He seemed to enjoy the sound of his hand on my skin because he did it a second time, even harder.
“It hurts,” I confessed, between two sobs, head empty, loving the pain coming from this.
Long fingers wove through my hair from behind, gripping and pulling it back forcefully. My scalp stung from the intensity of the pull as he leaned in.
“But you like it, don’t you?” He murmured against my exposed neck.
