Page 66 of Twisted Pact
“And who’s the only man who’s ever been inside you?”
“You are. Only you.”
I flip us and pin her beneath me on the chair before I drive into her with a force that makes the furniture creak under our weight.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Like that.”
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle so I’m hitting the spot inside her that makes her scream. She claws at my back, dragging her nails down my skin. I feel the sting and know she’s probably drawing blood.
Good. I want her marks on me. Evidence of this branded into my skin.
“You’re so perfect,” I tell her between thrusts. “So tight. So wet. All for me.”
“Only for you.”
“You were untouched before me,” I growl against her ear as I thrust. “No one else has ever had you like this. No one else ever will. That makes you mine completely, Zaika.”
I pound into her harder and faster, chasing the orgasm that’s building at the base of my spine.
But I also want to outrun the realization that’s creeping up on me. This isn’t just sex anymore. Somewhere between the safe house and now, Mila has become something I might not survive losing.
So, I fuck her harder, trying to bury the truth under the physical and convince myself this is just lust.
Except my heart is pounding, and my chest feels too tight. And when she looks up at me, I see my future reflected in them.
A future I never thought I’d want.
I bring my other hand to her throat. I don’t squeeze, I just hold her there, feel her pulse racing under my palm, and watch her eyes darken even more at the dominance of the gesture.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask.
“You.”
“Say it again.”
“I belong to you, Alexei.”
I lean down and bite her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark that she’ll see tomorrow and remember this moment.
“I’m close,” she gasps.
“Come for me. Let me feel you.”
I increase the pressure on her clit, matching it with deep, punishing thrusts that make her body shake beneath me. I feel her tightening around my cock as she approaches the edge.
“Alexei, I’m?—”
She comes apart. Her pussy clenches around my cock like a vice. She bites down on my shoulder to muffle her scream. The pain and the pleasure and the way she’s milking my cock send me over the edge along with her.
I bury myself deep and come with a groan that sounds like it’s been ripped from my soul, feeling every pulse as I empty myself inside of her. She takes everything I have to give.
I press my face against her neck while aftershocks roll through both our bodies. I feel her heart pounding against my chest and the little tremors still moving through her.
“That was—” she starts.
“Don’t. Don’t try to describe it.”
“Why not?”
