Page 49 of Cruel Russian King
“Yesss…” she hissed, pupils blown wide.
“Good. Now tell me you can take all of me in one go. I need you, Printsessa. I’m done waiting.”
Her gaze dropped to my cock, and for the first time, hesitation flickered in her eyes. She swallowed hard, looked at me, then back at the thick length of me. She was small and the vicious part of me almost wanted to break her in my way. But another part, the part she owned, worried she couldn’t handle me.
“I can,” she whispered.
Using the lever I adjusted the back of the seat slightly. She positioned herself, stooping over me, her knuckles white as her hand clutched the headrest. I lined myself up at her soaked entrance, my other hand twisting her nipple, making her arch with a sharp moan. She started to sink down on me.
“Fuck…” I growled.
Her breath came in broken gasps, her body fighting to take me, her walls strangling me. But I tortured her nipples and her clit, slapping her ass, until pain blurred into pleasure and she slid deeper, inch by inch. When she finally sat flush against me, I thought she’d pause, try to adjust.
But Ninel grabbed my hair, crashed her mouth to mine, and bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.
Her lips brushed mine as she growled and demanded, “Fucking claim me, Artyom.”
I grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks wider, giving myself more room to take what was fucking mine. Lifting Ninel, I slammed her down onto my cock, again and again, until she was forced into my rhythm. Virgin or not, she wasn’t soft. She clawed, bit, and marked me like she was marking me as hers. And I fucking loved that she did. Our grunts and snarls filled the air, savage and desperate, neither of us willing to give in first.
Her body betrayed her before mine did, she came, hot and trembling around me. I drove into her one last brutal thrust and spilled inside her, grinding it deeper. She collapsed against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, still buried in her, refusing to let go.
She didn’t try to move off me, and that alone made my cock twitch again. I fucking loved the connection, loved the thought of keeping her filled. She moaned at the pressure, but she didn’t resist.
I knew that after what we shared our relationship would change. And I was ready to see where it led.
Eventually, her breathing slowed, and she drifted off. I shifted the seat, covered her with my jacket, and pressed the button to slide the tinted privacy screen back into place. The rain had stopped, the world outside was calm, but inside me the storm was still raging. My cock stayed inside her, throbbing, as I flashed the SUV at the front. My security detail pulled out and I followed.
By the time I reached home, I already knew what had to be done. I'd call Lev and tell him about Ninel. A deal would be struck, and my wife wouldn't be going anywhere.
The other SUVs parked in front while I rolled into the garage. I adjusted my clothing, and wrapped her tighter in my jacket. I hauled her against me, my belt hanging loose as I carried her upstairs.
I laid her in our bed, cleaned her up and tucked her under the covers. Only then did I strip, shower, and climb in beside her…naked, my arm locked possessively around her as I let sleep take me.
When I woke up, the clock read five in the morning. The first thing I did was reach for my wife only to find cold sheets and an empty space.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept that deeply. Usually, I was up every two or three hours, my mind restless, my body primed for violence. But last night? I was out cold. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was the illusion of peace that came from having Ninel close.
I checked my phone. There were no missed calls, no messages from Zahkar or Yegor. Good. At least I knew the faction was still standing.
I made my way to the bathroom expecting Ninel to be there, but it was empty. After getting ready for the day, I went in search of her. I scoured every corner of the house, my irritation deepening with each empty room.
Did she fucking run again?
The thought alone had my blood boil, my fists twitching. But when I stepped outside, I spotted Ruslan near the gazebo, and beyond him, wrapped in a blanket, my wife.
She was staring off into the dark, her eyes distant. Only when I stepped in front of her did she snap back to reality. She startled, and stood quickly.
“Why the fuck are you out here and not in our bed?” I growled. It wasn’t the line I wanted to greet my wife with after what we shared yesterday, but it was a question that needed a fucking answer.
Her chin lifted. Her fucking defiance was back. “Is there a reason I can’t be here?”
“It would’ve been nice to wake up next to my wife,” I bit out.
“And it would’ve been nice to have some peace and quiet without being bombarded with an argument before sunrise.”
She turned, walked away, leaving me with nothing but the scent of her and a surge of violent temptation. I wanted to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, drag her back to our bed where she belonged, where I could fuck that defiance right out of her.
But my phone rang. It was Yegor.
