Page 41 of Jewel of the Assassin
And no one will ever take what belongs to me. Not even my own damned brother. If he touches her, I’ll rip out his dick, force it down his throat, and make him choke on it.
“Now…” I finally relieve her, removing the rose sucker.
She practically collapses against me. I lower one hand to her clit. And chuckle darkly when she hisses at my touch, how she buries her head in my neck as I stroke the flesh. It’s like a flaming cherry, swollen, puffy, and hot to the touch.
I love how she softens for me and whimpers. Sweat coats her skin, but it only makes her glow. Celestial. But she also burns with such hellfire.
She’s ready.
Gripping the undersides of her thighs, I begin to move her up and down my cock. Her muscles are worn, but she’s still clenching her hands into fists.
“Look at me,” I command, determined to fuck her eyes as I fuck her body.
She tosses her hair back—whatever doesn’t cling to her cheeks—and stares at me with such feminine fury, like she couldbrand my very cell matter. But such lust I’ve roused in her. I grind my dick deeper with my pelvis, crushing her engorged clit, and she responds. A subtle rocking of her hips. She’s moving with me.
I pick up my pace, knowing I won’t last much longer. Valentina matches my rhythm. Not once does she look away. Like she wants to return the eye-fucking. Nor do I mind.
A deep grunt leaves my mouth, and then I’m on her. Like a beast. I hunt her lips, cutting my teeth on them, licking and sucking and biting.
Fuck, I love how she doesn’t close her eyes. It’s a level of submission I did not expect. Of vulnerability. And my cock thickens and throbs with unchecked hunger.
Lungs burning, heart pounding, blood roaring in my veins, I fuck her like a beast starved. No restraint. No armor. Just bone-deep hunger. She’s the only woman alive who could survive the storm of me—the only one who could ever come back riding my wolves, crowned in their howls.
Fuck, her pussy feels like a flaming molten star wrapped around me.
Our hips collide. With every slam of my hips, her full tits bounce against my chest, nipples chafing against my muscles and the fine curls of hair.
Her mouth opens beneath mine as she struggles for breath. I give it to her.
One more thrust, and she comes, screaming, her eyes wide and rooted on me. She shakes, writhing and jerking from the power of the orgasm. Slipping my cock free, I tease the tip around her slick opening. Torturing myself.
As her breath bursts and her inner muscles try to suck me in, I reach up and release her from the pulley binding. She falls against me, and I take her to the floor, untying her arms, then pinning her wrists above her head, and ruthlessly pounding into her. The cold stone floor must be an icy hell on the fine open welts of her back, butI’m too lost in her.
Her screams turn to soft, little cries of pain and pleasure I cherish.
“I’m fucking you, Valentina. Fucking my wife. Goddamn wrecking you tonight.” At the sound of her moan and her pussy squelching, I smile devilishly. “Listen to that sweet pussy. So wet, so sloppy for me. You love this, don’t you, Maya Valya? Love being fucked raw and rough on a dungeon floor? Love me tearing up your exquisite cunt?”
“Roman…” She says my name like it’s poison, and I let her have it. “You’re the goddamn devil!”
I laugh heartily and grind down on her again, driving into her velvet hot sheath. Her pussy is fucking swallowing my cock, and those hips haven’t stopped rocking. Whether she likes it or not, she’s a wanton little slut, her body screaming her sexual needs. I’ll meet them all tonight. I’ll surpass them. I’ll destroy her for any other man.
I grip her breasts, kneading them, then pinching and twisting the sensitive tips. She bucks, hissing and snarling, but her inflamed center gushes again.
“Bloody hell! Bozhe, ty ideal’na,” I growl in thick Russian. God, you’re perfect. “Fucking perfect. You love the pain.”
“No,” she denies, thrashing and jerking, her tits jiggling with her struggles. But my muscles bulge, anchoring her more. “Prick!” she spits out like a wild, little creature.
I lower my head and bite her nipple, loving her feral screech. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this. Don’t pretend you don’t want me. We both know you’re getting off on it. Admit you love me using you. You fucking came from one goddamn thrust. You screamed my name, my full name, when I drove into you.”
She parts her lips. Still, those eyes burn against me. She’s still holding onto her feminine wrath, her pride. I will break that damn pride.
“Hate me for my sadism all you want,” I tell her, gripping her throat again, constricting her air flow. “We both know I own you. I own everything, Moya Koroleva. This cunt will worship mycock. And no other man will dare touch it…or even look at it without my permission. I am your king, your lord, your master—your predator. And you…you are my queen, my lady, my obsession. My ruin. My religion.”
More tears rise.
And like the sadistic bastard I am, I take one leg and prop her ankle against my shoulder, near my neck. Her eyes turn wider, knowing how I will go deeper and harder now.
“Eyes on me the whole time, my queen. Or I’ll stop. Right here. Leave you stuffed and shaking, begging to come—and I won’t let you. Not for hours. Not until you cry like the desperate, little thing you are.”
