Page 153 of Ivory Ashes

He rips my hands away from his body, slides off the bed, and, with one jerk, flips me onto my stomach. I barely have time to register what is happening before he drags my hips to the edge of the bed and sinks his cock into me.

“Oh my God.” I arch off the bed, gasping as my body quickly adjusts to him. It’s like pressing on a muscle you’ve overworked. It hurts in a way that makes me want to press harder. I lift my hips, taking him deeper.

Mikhail moves like we’re in a hurry. Are we? Is there a clock counting down somewhere I can’t see?

He wraps his huge hands around my waist and slams into me. I cry out, falling face first into the mattress. The bed rattles on the frame and the sound of our bodies slapping together echoes around the room.

My body flutters around him, desperate to grab onto something. But he’s coming and going so fast.

“Mikhail,” I gasp, struggling for purchase on the bed. Heat is building low in my belly, but it’s happening too quickly. I didn’t spend days thinking about this for it to be over in a minute. I want to feel every inch of him inside of me. “Mikhail, we aren’t in a rush. We can?—”

Suddenly, his hand wraps around to muzzle my mouth.

I’m so shocked that, for a second, I’m frozen.

Then I open my mouth and clamp down hard on his finger.

He spits a curse in Russian, his hold loosens, and it’s enough space for me to crawl away from him. He slides out of me, his cock twitching in the air between us. “You’re treating me like a fucking sex toy. If you want to pound a Fleshlight, check your bedside drawer.”

He grabs my ankles and yanks me to the end of the bed. His thumb strokes over my slit, dipping inside of my wetness. “Why would I, when you’re here and ready?”

I bite my lower lip, swallowing down a moan. “I’m not your prostitute; I’m your wife.”

Mikhail rotates his wrist and slides a finger inside of me. He curls against my walls, stroking the words out of my head and every bit of resistance out of my body.

I part my legs for him, my knees wilting on either side of his hips. He slips a second finger inside of me and I fall against his chest.

“I know you’re not a prostitute,” he whispers against my temple. “You open your legs for free.”

“Hey!” I shove off his chest, but his thumb circles over my clit and my breath hitches. The argument stutters out of me. “You c-can’t talk to me like?—”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

My face burns. I try to shove him away, but he holds me steady with one arm while he slides a third finger inside of me.

“Are you going to tell me to stop?” he growls. His blue eyes are practically black. Whatever version of Mikhail is in front of me now, he isn’t here to apologize or find some relief. He’s here to fight.

I have no idea what this is about, but I’m more than happy to oblige.

I claw my nails down his abs, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. Then I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s still wet from being inside of me, and I stroke him from root to tip.

His breath catches. I know he’s just as helpless here as I am.

Whatever it is that draws us together, it’s got a tight hold on us now.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I purr, twisting my hand around him. “I want you to fuck me—hard. If you actually want to punish me, you’ll have to walk away.”

He swallows, debating it. Debating leaving me on the bed, throbbing and desperate. It really would be a cruel and unusual torture.

The problem is, it would torment him, too.

There are no winners in this little game. Mikhail seems to realize that at the same moment I do.

We surge towards each other, lips crashing together so hard it hurts. I scrape my nails through his hair and tug at the strands, angling his head to give me better access.

He rips his hair out of my grip and pins my arm to my side. With his other hand, he presses his cock to my pussy. He drives into me in one stroke, but I’m more than ready for him this time. I take all of him, gasping against his mouth.

He moves slower this time, letting me feel him. But I don’t have any illusions that he’s doing it for my sake. Mikhail wants to feel me, too.

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