Page 105 of Wicked Vows (Suvorov Bratva 2)

I can’t tear away from him, I realize.Even when I want to, I just can’t.

Anger bubbles in my chest, swirling with my arousal until I’m incapable of thinking clearly. How the hell can anger at my cold-hearted husband make mewanthim that much more?

I must be sick.

I must beinsane.

“Look at me,” he instructs.

Irritation, outrage, and resistance all melt away at his command. Obedience rises in their place.

A thousand different sensations culminate together with the pinching sensation in my slit. My nipples harden as he teases them. I catch sight of his thick cock, the tip beaded with a silver drop that makes my mouth water instantly.

My eyes flicker north, meeting the opaque green stones that hardened minutes ago. Or was it hours by now? It feels like so much time has passed since Willow left.

Christ, how long have I been trapped in here?

“Don’t you fucking dare look away,” he whispers gruffly.

I’m agitated by his commands. But I’m so wet that I canfeelmyself slowly coating my own thighs.

I don’t understand how this is possible. And just then, a realization passes through my mind.

We’re about to cross a line.He—

My thoughts cut off as Pavel penetrates me.

No preparation. No rubbing. Just a hard thrust that draws out a gasp from me.

It doesn’t hurt. I’m too wet for it to hurt.

But it does take me by surprise.

“Hold your legs up,” he hisses.

I have no choice but to grab my legs behind my knees. I hike them to my chest, releasing a weak moan as I open myself to him. Pavel picks up his pace, drilling me in this new position. His eyes are wild as he grabs my hips and tilts them up to give himself better access.

Panic squeezes my heart. So much pressure builds in my core from his pace, his angle, his girth that it feels like I’m going to burst at any minute.

I love it. And I hate it.

I hate howgoodit feels despite his aggressiveness and his inconsideration. I’m actively fighting my arousal while trying to lean into it at the same time.

It’s driving me mad.

My brows knit together while I meet his gaze. This isn’t how it should happen. This isn’t right.

I won’t just be a toy. I won’t just be used.

With every ounce of strength I have left, I manage to buck my hips toward him, desperate to return some control to myself. The base of his cock touches my clit, drawing more heat to my core than I can handle. I bite my lower lip as my head drops back, the sensation dragging me under—and so shamefully deep that I resist the urge to come by a millisecond.

I’m so afraid to lose myself to him like this. I’m so afraid to come undone.

But I want itsobadly.

To hell with his commands. If he’s going to take his pleasure, then I’ll take mine.

I let go of my legs and grab his wrists, trying to sit up. He leans forward and pins my legs with his shoulders while shoving my hands under my hips. His weight keeps them there.

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