Page 50 of Paved in Hate

He gives me another thrust, circling his hips and hitting me right where I need him to. I scream his name and clutch him even tighter against me, not wanting any separation between us. He kisses me through it, and every thrust keeps the orgasm going until I’m completely consumed by it, until I’m completely consumed byhim.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls against my lips. “Soak my fucking cock, baby, and make it yours.”

He gives me another hard thrust, sending aftershocks through every part of my body.

“This pussy ismine,just like my cock is yours and only yours.”

‘Yes,” I pant, digging my nails into his back as he kisses a line to my ear. “Only mine, Vitaly. No other woman will ever have you again.”

“What other women,ptichka?” The heat of his breath against my ear sends a shiver down my spine. “There’s only you, Katya. There will only ever be you.”

He gives my earlobe a soft suck, letting his teeth drag along my skin as he slides a hand down and cups one of my breasts.

“God, I love your body,” he groans, pinching my nipple as his hips speed up and he starts to kiss a path down my neck. “How am I ever going to stop fucking you?”

I’d answer if I could and beg him to never stop, but he wraps his mouth around my nipple and gives me a hard suck, stealing the words from my mouth and replacing them with a moan. His tongue runs over me, and when I feel him give me a soft bite, my hips buck up to meet his as he lets out a low, deep laugh.

Giving me one last suck, he sits up and grabs onto my hips. Looking down at my body, his eyes rake over me, taking in every detail, and when his eyes trail lower, he lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard.

“Fucking hell,” he growls, watching his thick cock slide in and out of me. “Your innocence is painted all over my dick,ptichka,and it’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”

He brings his thumb to my clit and gives me a firm rub. “I want one more,” he says when I whimper at his touch. “Give me one more.”

Pressing harder, he rubs my clit in slow circles as he fucks me in a deliberate rhythm that’s designed to drive me fucking insane. Every stroke is slow and measured, ensuring that he’s hitting every damn nerve ending I have while his thumb continues rubbing me. Right as I start to come, he speeds up, fucking me harder, taking control and guiding me through the orgasm.

“Another,” he growls, and all I can do is groan. It’s obvious I’m no longer in charge of my body. It’s his to do with as he pleases, and right now he’s determined to make me nearly pass out from pleasure.

When the orgasm starts to fade, he pinches my clit gently, rolling it between his fingers so that I have no choice but to come again. He feels me clench around him and with a deep groan he slams into me and brings his lips to mine, kissing me like he’ll never be able to get enough as he empties inside me. Each pulse of his cock sends another rush of pleasure through me, and the moment is so fucking intimate and beautiful that my eyes start to water.

His body stills when he feels the tears on my cheek. Without a word, he kisses and licks them away and then kisses me again. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine and cups my face.

“I love you so fucking much, Katya Melnikov.”

My heart speeds up at his words, and I fucking melt for my husband. “I love you, too,” I whisper, knowing I mean every damn word of it. I know it’s fast, and I know there’s still so much I don’t know about this man, but I know enough, and as terrifying as it is to trust someone with my heart, I know he’s worth the risk. I trust him, and I’ve never trusted anyone before in my life.

He gives me the sweetest smile and rolls us over so he’s still buried inside me as I rest my head on his shoulder. His hands dance along my back and ass while he kisses my head and tells me in Russian that he’ll never let anyone hurt me ever again, and I believe him. For the first time in my life, I no longer fear the future. I’m excited for it.

“What about my brothers?” I whisper, voicing the one thing that’s still capable of scaring me. When I think about Konstantin and Osip now, though, I don’t feel the same terror that I used to. I know in my heart that Vitaly will protect me from them.

“What about them, baby?”

“I don’t know how things are going to be. You’ll be working very closely with them, and they’re not like you and your brothers. They’re evil, and they do horrible things to people. You met Oksana. You saw how she is. The only way she’s survived their marriage is by turning to drugs.” I breathe in his comforting scent and force myself to calm down. “They want me to spy on you and your brothers. I’m supposed to tell them anything that I see that’s suspicious.”

He sighs and strokes my head. “Thank you for telling me, but please don’t worry about them. I promise you that they will never hurt you. You will never be alone with them again. Hell, you never have to see them again if you don’t want. You’re my wife, Katya, and I will never let anyone hurt you.”

Nuzzling my face in closer to his neck, I smile at his words and close my eyes. “Thank you,” I whisper against his skin, giving him a kiss before the exhaustion hits me and pulls me under.

When I wake, it’s to an empty bed and a very sore pussy. Looking around, I don’t see him anywhere, so I use the bathroom and throw on some clothes before leaving the room in search of him. Before I’ve made it downstairs, I can hear his brothers arguing in Russian.

“We can’t trust her yet.”

I stop where I’m at, recognizing the gravelly voice as Matvey’s.

“We can trust her,” Vitaly says, and I can’t help but smile at hearing my husband defend me.

“You’re meeting her brothers for lunch today?” Lev asks.

“Yeah,” Vitaly says. “They texted this morning and said they want us to come over for lunch. I’m sure it’s just to check up on things and to try and get information about us out of Katya. She told me they want her to spy on us.”

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