Page 47 of Cruel Russian King
Artyom tilted my head and sank his teeth into my neck, sucking hard. My hips jerked forward, a desperate moan escaping as my panties dampened under his touch.
“Did the air conditioning make you sound like that?” he sneered.
“Yes…” I gasped, my lie collapsing as my chest rose and fell heavily.
“Am I making your cunt drip?” His teeth sank into my neck again as he parted my legs and pressed his thigh against my aching pussy.
I tried to form words but they never came. I moaned louder, pain and pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Do you want me in that delicate little cunt of yours?” he asked huskily, nibbling on my ear.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, before I could stop myself.
My face flushed; I could barely think past the ache he created between my legs, as I began to shamelessly squirm against his thigh seeking my release.
“Printsessa…” His mouth crushed mine, swallowing my moans. I yanked at his hair, pulling him closer, and he growled animalistic, and intoxicating.
When he finally tore his mouth from mine, his breath ghosted over my lips. “I’m taking you home. To our bed. I’ll spread you wide, fuck you so hard that with every breath, everytouch, every dream you will remember how my cock feels inside your tight little cunt.”
Without hesitation, he shrugged off his jacket, holding it out for me. I slipped my arms through, chest heaving.
“Hold my jacket closed,” he ordered.
I obeyed, my head spinning with desire. With one arm firmly around my waist, he opened the door of the dressing room and power walked to the entrance of the mall.
When Artyom and I stepped out of the mall it was raining heavily. We ran through the downpour, ignoring Ruslan who held an umbrella for us, water plastering my hair against my cheeks. Artyom yanked the car door open for me and I slid inside, heart hammering. Before I could even settle in, he slammed it shut and jogged around to the driver’s side. He climbed in, started the engine, and pulled onto the road, trailing behind one of his SUVs while another kept close on our tail.
But no matter how I tried to fight it, the storm inside me was louder than the one raging outside. My lips felt bruised from the rough kiss that we just shared and my body ached in anticipation for his touch…
As Artyom manoeuvred through the streets in our quest for getting home, these feelings for him…the hunger, the ache…kept clawing up through me no matter how I pushed them down. I needed to wait until we got home. But, these feelings? They were winning.
My body burned, restless and unsatisfied, and it felt like if I didn’t touch me, didn't curb this pulse between my thighs, I would go completely insane.
I didn't want to. I wanted to be unravelled by his touch, his mouth…his cock…but I needed it.
Without thinking, I opened his jacket and slid my fingers into my soaked panties, pressing over my throbbing pussy.
“Artyom…please,” I whimpered. “I need you…”
His gaze flicked from my eyes to my hand in my panties and back again, blazing with raw, possessive desire. In the blink of an eye, he snatched my hand from my panties and gripped both of my wrists in his, holding them tight.
“Artyom…” I whimpered, close to tears. The ache inside me was unbearable, like he was deliberately torturing me. I needed release but now I was completely at his mercy.
A few minutes later, he pulled the car to a stop, the pounding rain hammering down so hard it drowned the world around us. He pressed a button, and the hum of the tinted privacy screen slid into place, the glass darkening until we were cocooned in shadows, hidden from everything but each other.
He flicked on the light, then he turned to me, his grey eyes like a raging storm. His mouth crashed onto mine, hot and demanding, and before I knew it, he was dragging me out of my seat and into his lap to straddle him.
Chapter 15 - Artyom
I didn’t break the kiss when I hauled Ninel onto my lap, my hand slamming the lever to push the seat back until there was no space left. Pretending I didn’t want her had been a fucking lie. Pretending I could resist her was even worse.
She was mine. And today, she was going to learn what that meant.
I yanked my jacket, then the dress from her body in seconds. I twisted her nipples and she cried out and arched into me.
When I found out she’d slipped away from me again, I saw nothing but red. My little wife thought she could outwit me, slip through my fingers like smoke. And every time I thought I caught her, she slipped away, and it made me want to build a damn cage and lock her away forever, so she'd stop fucking running.
When I finally had her cornered and she looked at me without an ounce of regret, I lost it. No person alive had ever been able to make me lose control or break character the way she did. No one but Ninel.
