Page 112 of Ivory Oath

So I slide out of her completely and then claim her again.

She bucks her hips against me, taking and taking and taking. I grit my teeth and barrel into her. Our bodies slap together until my skin stings from the contact.

It still isn’t hard enough.

Rage still simmers under my skin, an itch I can’t scratch.

“Oh God, Mikhail.” Viviana loops her hands around my neck and relaxes back, surrendering her body to me. Her breasts shake with every thrust.

They’re bigger, I realize. The change is subtle, but it’s there. She’s pregnant and her breasts are swollen and she didn’t fucking tell me.

Mine.

The word must slip out between my clenched teeth because Viviana writhes against my body. “Yours,” she pants. “I’m all yours, Mikhail.”

The lie falls from her lips so easily. How many more have there been? How long has she been lying to me?

I wrap my fingers around her throat to quiet her. The next time she utters a word, I want it to be the truth.

Her eyes flare wide for a second. Then she smiles. She arches a brow in a dark challenge.

I don’t need encouragement. I tighten my hold, digging my fingers in harder with every thrust.

Red creeps up her face and the sick beast inside of me takes notice. She’s under my control. On my cock.

She’s mine.

I want to clamp my hand around her neck as much as I want to kiss away the welts my fingers are leaving. I want to fuck Viviana and take care of her and destroy her until she’s in tiny pieces that only I can put back together.

She tries to press her chest to mine, but I push her away from me until her back is flat on the counter and every inch of her is bared to me. I look down and watch the way she takes me. The easy way I disappear inside of her. We fit together perfectly.

I squeeze her throat harder and her back arches, straining for air. Her fingers wrap around my wrist, and I think she’s going to pull me away so she can breathe. Instead, she pulls me tighter. Viviana looks into my eyes and presses her neck more firmly against my palm.

And I erupt.

The orgasm hits me sideways and I have to release her throat so I don’t fall over. She gasps for air and I brace myself on either side of her body.

“I’m coming,” she moans. But it’s a waste of breath—I already know.

I feel her, pulling and clenching. Black creeps into the edges of my vision as she drags the tail end of my orgasm out of me.

She melts against the counter, arms spread, legs limp. Her body shakes with a soft laugh. “Holy shit, Mikhail. What was that?—”

“Are you fucking Anatoly?” I snarl.

I’m still inside of her. She’s still pulsing softly around me. But I can’t hold it in for another second.

She goes perfectly still except for the expression on her face, which morphs from shock to confusion to anger in a second. “What are you talking about?”

I slide out of her and zip my pants. She scrambles to cover herself, but her clothes are on the floor and she’s still perched on the edge of the countertop. I like that she’s naked.

It means there’s nowhere to hide.

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I growl. “Raoul saw the two of you walk into a clinic together this morning.”

Her mouth falls open in shock, but nothing comes out. She just blinks at me.

“I hear congratulations are in order.”

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