“Excuse me?”
His hand moves to the back of my head and fists my bun before he pushes me down to the ground.
“You’re talking a little too much, so maybe you need to fill your mouth. Take my cock out, slut.”
My treacherous body betrays me as my hands move to his zipper. He’s not wearing any underwear. My hand fists his enormous dick as I gaze up at him.
“So pretty on your knees for me. Start sucking like the good little cock whore you are.”
My mouth opens, and he slams into me, forcing my head back. His cock is huge, and I can barely take him with the full force of his hips fucking my throat as if it’s my pussy. Saliva overflows my mouth, and I can’t breathe.
His fingers pinch my nostrils, making it even harder to inhale. “Eyes on me, Mouse. I want you to look at me while you choke on my cock. I could kill you this way. What do you think about that? You should see how cute you look, a perfect shade of red.”
He’s fucking crazy. He pushes more of his cock into my mouth, and I make pathetic noises as he assaults me.
“But you know what? As pretty as the red is on your face, I prefer the color blue.”
He may be deranged, but I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for relief.
He laughs as he gazes down at me. “This making you horny? Rub your clit. If you come before you pass out, I’ll let you go.”
My fingers dive into my pants and move on my clit while he fucks my mouth with no mercy. My body is on fire, and my fingers are accelerant. I’m so fucked up that the idea of dying makes me explode with pure ecstasy.
Mikhail barks out a laugh and lets go of my nostrils. “Good girl.”
Why are those words so sexy coming from a man like him? All his filthy talk with these rare moments of praise is enough to make me want to bend over and let him fuck me like he did in the woods.
His warm hands grip my biceps, and he lifts me off my feet. “Show me which finger made you come?”
I lift my hand to him, and he delicately takes it in his, his piercing blue eyes locked with mine as he sucks my finger slowly into his mouth. The sight is pure eroticism.
“Let’s go.” He pulls me toward a silver Porsche and forces me into the passenger seat. He circles the car, climbs behind the wheel and starts the engine.
Without another word, he steers the Porsche into the night.
* * *
The drive to my apartment is quiet. Mikhail doesn't say a word, and I like it that way. I don’t know what to say to him anyway. The man is an enigma. When he’s taking control and fucking me, he’s dangerous, lethal even. But the moments when he makes sure I’m warm in the car and the way he gently touches the scrape from the tree on my face tell me that deep down, there’s something softer beneath his deranged appearance.
I unlock the door and turn to shut it on him. “Well, thank you.”
He jams his foot to stop the door from closing. “You’re not staying here.”
“Where do you expect me to go? This is where I live.”
“I don’t like this neighborhood. It’s rough, and there are some dangerous types hanging around here.”
I smile smugly. “I know. One of them is trying to get into my apartment as we speak.”
“Get what you need, and I’ll get the rest later. You’re coming home with me.”
The fuck I am. Who does this guy think he is? “Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do.”
His blue eyes blaze as he uses the force of his body to push me back and enters my apartment. His hand disappears behind him, and I hear the lock click into place.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I won’t tell you again, Mouse. Pack your shit, and let's go.” He unbuttons his suit jacket, and a shiny gun in a holster is attached to the side of his right hip. “Pack your shit.”