Page 48 of Cruel Russian King
I was a possessive bastard, and I hadn’t meant to rip her buttons like that. She belonged to me and her body was for my eyes only. Even if we were in a damn dressing room I didn't trust that there weren't cameras hidden in the walls. But the moment that first moan broke from her lips, raw and sweet, and her nipples strained against the lace, I knew I wasn’t walking away.
I was a sadistic son of a bitch who used women like they were nothing. Fuck them, break them, and throw them away. They all came in pretending they could handle me, that they could take the pain. Some even smiled through the firstfew bruises. But it never lasted. Eventually the tears came, the begging started, and those fake moans of pleasure turned into sniffles I couldn’t stomach.
But biting into Ninel's soft skin wasn’t pain for her, it was pleasure. The way she trembled when my teeth sank into her neck made my cock throb so hard it hurt. Precum slid down my shaft, demanding I bury myself inside her until she couldn’t fucking breathe without me.
I had two fucking choices: take my wife for the first time like a savage in a changing room…or destroy her in our bed.
I chose the latter.
At least I thought I did. Because the second she slid into the passenger seat and I caught her with her hand in her panties, touching herself I nearly fucking exploded. I caught her wrist, dragging her hand away as she whimpered with need.
Now, her sultry moans echoed inside the car as I tore her bra away, shredded her panties with a single pull. The more she tugged my hair, the rougher I got, my blood roaring with violence and desire. Every sound she made drove me deeper into that dangerous place where possession bled into obsession and I knew there was no coming back.
She was mine.
And I was claiming her today.
I shifted her so I could shove my pants and boxers down to my knees. Pressing Ninel back against the wheel, I spread her legs over the backrest, opening her up for me, exposing her cunt to my control.
Her hair was neatly trimmed, soft, and when I slapped my cock against her clit her hips shot up on instinct, a sharpmoan spilling out of her. I twisted her nipples with my free hand, enjoying the way her body arched in both pain and pleasure.
“Do you like that, printsessa?” I growled.
I already knew the answer. Her cunt was dripping, flooding my thigh as if begging for me, the scent of her fucking arousal clinging to the car. Her ragged breathing and broken moans only made me harder.
Slowly, I slid my fingers through her wet cunt, and she ground herself against the underside of my shaft desperately.
“Tell me, printsessa. Has anyone ever claimed this cunt before?”
She shook her head, but that wasn’t good enough. I pinched her clit hard enough to make her cry out.
“Words. Has anyone ever claimed this cunt before?”
“No…”
My lips twisted into a cruel grin. I squeezed her nipple, harder this time, making her writhe under me.
“Have you used toys before?”
Her answer came on a ragged moan. “Yessss…”
“Inserted?”
“No…” she gasped. “Just on my clit.”
I grabbed her neck, pulling her towards me.
“You’ll never put another fucking toy on my cunt again. Do you understand?”
“Yes…”
Her submission set me on fire. Watching Ninel fucking compliant beneath me, fed the darkest part of me…the sadist, and the possessor.
I’d never given a damn if a woman hurt before, pain was part of the game, and I always took what I wanted. But with her…fuck, it mattered.
“Printsessa…if it’s too much, you tell me. You fucking tell me, got it?”
My hand clamped around her breast, hard enough to make her gasp.
