Page 148 of His Darkest Obsession
This drives him over the edge, and he fucks me hard against the wall. In. Out. I start screaming as I give control over to him.
"YES! YES! YES!"
Anatoly pushes me harder against the wall and buries himself completely inside me. His grip on my wrist tightens as he thrusts one final time and his entire body goes rigid.
Then, I feel it.
The hot familiar pulse of his cock deep inside of me as he fills me up with his cum.
"Printsessa," he growls against my neck, his voice ragged and broken.
My own orgasm hovers at the edge, ready to crash over me in waves. But I bite my lip hard, forcing it back.
No. I'm not finished with him. Not by a fucking long shot.
I won't let this be over so quickly.
I clench around him deliberately, milking every drop as his forehead falls against my shoulder, his breath coming in ragged pants.
"Mine," he whispers, his grip on my hip loosening slightly as the aftershocks of his release ripple through him.
I don't respond. Instead, I push against his chest, forcing him to take a step back. His eyes widen slightly at my defiance, pupils still blown with lust despite his recent climax. He's still inside me, half-hard and sensitive.
My hand finds his jaw, fingers digging into his cheek as I pull his face closer to mine. I roll my hips slowly and deliberately to feel him twitch inside me. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation against his oversensitive flesh.
"Look at me," I command, throwing his words back at him.
His piercing blue eyes snap open, surprise evident in them. I've never taken control like this before. I've fought him, yes. Challenged him, absolutely. But I've never commanded him.
I rotate my hips again, watching his expression change as pleasure overtakes him once more. I won't let him pull away. I won't let him retreat.
"We're not fucking done," I whisper against his lips.
With his cock still inside me, I push against his chest, forcing him away from the wall. He stumbles backward, his eyes wide with surprise as I advance on him, never breaking our connection.
He stumbles and then falls to the floor, and I follow him down, impaling myself on his rock-hard cock.
I waste no time to grab both his bloody hands and pin them above his head.
"My turn," I whisper, bring my hips all the way up until the head of his cock is nearly out of my pussy before I come crashing back down.
Then I start riding him mercilessly, my pace punishing and relentless. His eyes roll back, mouth falling open as he cries out in pleasure. The sound sends a surge of power through me—the almighty pakhan at my mercy.
"Did it feel good?" I demand, my voice ragged. "Killing Bennet for me. Did it feel good?"
His eyes lock with mine, unflinching. "Yes."
I increase my pace, bouncing harder on his cock, and feeling him hit deeper inside me with each thrust.
"And you like it, don't you?" I pant, digging my nails into his wrists. "When you hurt people for me. You fucking love it."
"Yes," he growls, hips bucking up to meet mine.
I set my own brutal pace now, fucking him on the floor as hard as he was fucking me against the wall. In. Out. Sweat rolls down my spine and my thighs burn with the effort.
"Why?" I demand, slamming down onto him. "Why do you like it?"
His eyes are wild and feral.
