I grab her hips and dig my fingertips into them. “I’m not so sure I believe you.” I tilt my head. “After all, you told me how much you wanted to fuck me again while we attended the winter formal.” I force her around so she’s facing the wall and press the length of my body against hers. “Such a dirty girl when you are needy. I want that girl to return.”
“She’s dead,” Natalya spits.
I chuckle then, shaking my head. “We’ll see about that, nena. I’m sure within minutes I’ll have her here, begging me for my cock.”
She releases a frustrated sound as I move my hands down the length of her curvy body, knowing that I’m not leaving Boston until I’ve had my fill of her. Natalya belongs to me, and it’s clear she still needs to learn what that means.
18
NATALYA
Elias pushes me against the wall roughly, his hands moving over every inch of my body as if he’s desperate for me. “Have you missed me, nena?”
I glare at him over my shoulder. “No.”
He chuckles, the warmth of his breath teasing against my earlobe. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Let go of me,” I say through gritted teeth, as he teases my hardening nipples through the fabric of my shirt.
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” he murmurs, hand moving beneath my shirt.
I gasp as he pinches my bare nipple beneath the cup of my bra, sending a zing of need right to my core. “Elias.”
“That’s what I want to hear, you begging me.”
I clench my teeth together. “I’m not begging.”
“Sure sounded like it to me.” He presses his body flush against mine, pushing me harder into the wall. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
I groan, his cock solid between my ass cheeks. Even with my pants on and his, I can feel the heat of him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He reaches around and unbuttons my pants.
I should try to stop him but my body craves this. The feel of his hands on me. A guy who has been such a fucking asshole to me the entire time I’ve known him, and yet whenever he touches me, it feels right.
It makes no logical sense, but then they say there’s a fine line between love and hate. The passion involved in both must be very similar and anytime he touches me, that passion lights my soul on fire.
I moan as his fingers delve into my already wet panties and he rubs my clit, making my nipples harder than stone.
“Do you like that?” he asks, as he shoves a finger inside of me, barely quenching the ache he’s ignited.
I nod in response, too ashamed to say the words.
“Good girl,” he says, pushing my pants and panties further down so that I’m standing against the wall with them around my knees. “I need to fuck you,” he rasps, his voice no longer dominant and in control. Elias sounds as desperate as I feel.
Did he really come all the way to Boston because he needed this?
The thought makes my stomach flutter and the ache deepen, as I wonder if whatever sick and twisted dynamic existed between us before is changing into something new, something different.
I hear the zip of his pants behind me and glance over my shoulder. “Eyes forward,” he says, his jaw clenching. “I need to fuck you right now.”
I swallow hard and face forward, arching my back to give him better access to my dripping wet entrance.
He groans and rubs the head of his cock in my juices. “Already so fucking wet, Natalya.” He rubs the head of his cock over my asshole and I tense, wondering if he would do that here and now. “I so badly want to fuck that ass of yours.”
I shudder at the thought of such a large object being shoved in my ass. The idea is both arousing and daunting. “Elias, not here.”
He spanks my ass cheek and then grabs the back of my neck forcefully. “Of course not, Gurin. When I fuck that tight little ass, you’ll be begging me for it.”