He releases my wrist just to close his hand around my throat from behind. The grip is firm enough that I go to my tiptoes, but it’s not meant to steal my breath.
This is a grip of control. So I know exactly who’s in charge of this situation.
His other hand drifts over my hip, leaving goosebumps in its wake, then disappears between my throbbing thighs. Two of his fingers thrust inside my core, and I go still.
My skin turns red, and I’m forced to see every detail of my embarrassment in the mirror in front of us.
I have to see the two whitening scars on my side from the massacre and the ugly hole in my shoulder from when I was shot.
When I try to shift my attention to the floor, Kirill uses his grip on my neck and lifts it up.
“You’re going to watch me own every part of you so you understand that you’re completely mine.”
He thrusts a third finger in, stretching me so fully that I can’t focus on anything but his touch. He scissors his fingers inside me, and a burst of pleasure floods through me. My toes curl, and my heart beats so fast, it’s scary.
Kirill’s pace verges on madness as he pounds his fingers into me with heightened intensity. My eyes close halfway, and I want to look away from the storm that’s about to take me over, but I can’t.
The longer I’m swallowed in his icy eyes, the more light-headed I become. He teases my clit in two expert strokes, and I’m a goner.
I come with a deep moan and would fall forward if it weren’t for Kirill’s hold.
“That’s it, Solnyshko. Show me how much you want me.” His voice falls against my ear in a grunt before he bites down on the flesh.
My thighs shake, and the orgasm seems to heighten and draw out in both length and intensity. It’s like his words are an aphrodisiac.
And maybe, just maybe, I’m too conditioned to the way he calls me his sun.
Why would a monster need a sun?
His hand disappears from between my legs, and before I can mourn the loss, he unbuckles his belt, and I feel his erection brush against my backside.
A shudder goes through me when his cock nudges against my ass cheek. Once, twice.
The pleasure that I thought would finally dim rises and grows.
I gasp. “Kirill…”
“I’m so tempted to stuff my cock into this hole.” He pushes his huge cock against my ass again. “I’d fuck you until you realize that every part of you belongs to me. Not anyone else.Me.This is my ass, my property. Fucking mine.”
My hand finds his thigh, and I try to push at him, but he imprisons my wrists behind my back and uses both his hands to wrap his thick leather belt around them. I’m completely immobile, and I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Then his fingers go back to my throat.
“But tonight…” He slides his cock between my legs. “I’ll start with my pussy.”
He thrusts inside, and I gasp as pain explodes all over my core. Kirill is just too huge, and despite the orgasm I just had, it hurts to have all of him in me.
“You’re so tight. Mmm. So fucking right.” His grunts fill my ears, and even though it hurts, I try to fall into the rhythm.
I don’t have to try for long.
After a few thrusts, pleasure starts to war with the pain, and my moans echo in the air. Kirill uses his hold on my neck to make me look in the mirror.
I’m startled by the sight in front of me. He looks larger than life behind me and no different than a beast who’s devouring me alive. My skin is sweaty, flushed, and molded to his rhythm.
With his hand around my throat and my wrists bound, I’m completely at his mercy.
“Look at who owns you, Solnyshko. Look at how your body submits to me as if it was made for me. You are mine, and you will always be fucking mine. You’ll never belong to anyone else but me.”
The dark possessiveness in his words should scare me, and it does to an extent, but I can’t think straight with him pounding me to within an inch of my life.