Page 72 of Possession

“Hmmm,” I moan.

“Are you going to give me everything I want?”

“Anything.” I feel the warmth of his breath hovering over my breast.

“Should I lick your nipples or spread your legs and taste how wet you are for me?”

“Yes, please.” I barely say.

His mouth covers one breast and then the other. I feel his hand tracing them. He is slowly caressing one nipple while his teeth bite the other. The pain is pleasurable. I arch my back forward because I want to feel more of him. But the more I try to get closer, the farther away he feels. He chuckles, making my body vibrate.

“Bad girl.” He gets off the bed. I cry in objection. “Patience is a virtue, Baby girl. Perhaps next time you do as I order and you will get exactly what you want when you want it. Now you get what I am willing to give.”

My bed dips at the foot. His hands start caressing my legs. I am feeling overwhelmed and the man hasn’t done a thing to me. He raises my legs and before I can imagine what he is going to do I feel the warmth of his tongue. He isn’t gentle. Shit, he isn’t kind either. He is showing me he is in control. He calls the shots and does what he wants with me. His fingers dig into my hip as his mouth devours me.

“Awww.” I grip the sheets.

The more I moan the harder he sucks. His mouth leaves me right on the edge. I want to cry in desperation but his lips find mine. He crushes my lips. I taste my arousal on him. It’s like nothing I have ever tasted. My desire for him is deeper than anything I have ever felt. I want him to do whatever pleases him. I want him to claim every inch of me as his. He deepens the kiss as he puts two of his fingers inside of me. I move my body trying to get more friction. I need more.

“Are you going to do as you are told?” He whispers leaving my lips. I moan in pleasure. “Should I stop?” I hear the tease in his voice.

“No,” I breathe out. He takes my blindfold off. I am staring at his beautiful hazel eyes. He takes his fingers out.

“I am not quite convinced yet.” His fingers linger in my opening. Going up and down like a brush.

“Please Viktor.”

“Please what?” A tip of one finger teases.

“I am going to do whatever you tell me,” I barely say.

In one motion he puts the two fingers inside and starts kissing me again. I want to touch him, feel his skin. I try to move my arms but the restraints are impossible. He increases his speed. I am finding myself on the edge again. I am ready to release and give in to anything he wants.

“Viktor,” I scream as I am overtaken by my orgasm. I think he is going to stop and let me catch my breath.

“The night is just beginning, Baby girl.”

He moves back down to my legs. He licks me dry. I stare as I see him savoring me. It’s so hot. He starts circling my clit which is now throbbing. He puts enough pressure to get moans from me. I want to grip the sheets, grab him, something to keep me grounded but he has other plans. I push my head back and close my eyes trying to keep it together. But it’s so much.

“Viktor,” I moan.

“You are fucking mine. You aren’t going anywhere.” His voice vibrates, throwing me over the edge. “You taste so sweet.” I try to catch my breath.

He walks to the head of the bed. He unties one hand then walks around to untie the other. He gets in bed and flips me to my stomach. His hand positions me so I am on all fours. He then pulls me back to him until he is completely inside of me. He grabs me by the neck and presses me against his chest making him go deeper.

“You need to accept that I will always have the last word and you will do as you are told.” He whispers in my ear. It makes me shutter.

He starts to move slowly in and out. I try to meet every thrust. He tightens his grip slightly on my neck. It’s a sensation so foreign but feels so good. I hold on to his thighs, my nails digging into his skin. This makes him increase his speed. He thrusts hard until the bedroom is filled with the sound of our bodies connecting.

“Come,” he orders. My body responds to his command. “Fuck,” he growls as he follows. He holds me tighter and presses my head to his ear. “You are mine.” He says it like I didn’t know already.

I don’t know how much time has passed. I can barely keep my eyes open. Every single kiss and pleasure replaying in my head. He did things to my body I’ve never imagined possible. He took me through a rollercoaster of sensations. Cold, hot, soft, hard and even rough. I’m exhausted beyond reason. But I want more. In his arms, I feel alive. Tonight our whatever this is reached another level. I want more of it. I want to be his in all the ways possible. I know now I will never belong to anyone else.

“You did good, Baby girl.” He says pulling the sheets over me. He gently kisses my lips. Then he turns and leaves.

How am I supposed to leave when our arrangement is up? I have fallen in love with a man who will never truly be mine despite me being his. He is everything I never imagined wanting. Viktor Manarch is rooted so deep inside of me. I can’t imagine a life without him. He might tell me I am not going anywhere. But I know it will come to an end. A man like him isn’t built to be with someone like me.

Chapter Forty-One

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