Page 50 of Brutal Secrets

I step between her legs, circling her waist with one arm and pulling her body against me as I grasp her wrists with the other arm and pull them over her head. Sinking my nose into her hair, I inhale the scent of summer flowers. She smells just the same. Like every wet dream I’ve ever had.

“Are you sure about that, zolotaya?” I whisper against her neck.

“Don’t.” Her head leans forward, resting against the white trunk of the birch tree. “Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” I whisper, loosening my grip on her wrists so that she can wrench herself free. “Don’t touch you the way I’ve dreamed about for years? Don’t kiss you?”

She stays in the circle of my arms, her body trembling with fury, fear, or something else. I kiss the spot beneath her ear, and she shivers. She gasps as I keep kissing her neck, her collarbone, her earlobes. I revel in the way her breathing speeds up, and she arches against me.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t think about me the way I thought about you. Not now that I’ve seen this place.” I let go of her wrist and reach down to cup her face, turning it toward me. My mouth ghosts across her lips and I whisper against them. “Please, baby. Kiss me back.”

She sighs and opens her mouth, letting me sip at her lips, deepening the kiss until I’m drunk on the taste of her. She pushes back against me as I slide my hand down her body and undo the button on her jeans, toying with it and letting my finger stroke the lace against her skin but not moving closer. She sighs and bucks against me, and I sink into the kiss, my mouth burning against hers as she moans.

I pull back to look at her. Her pupils are blown wide within a ring of jade, and she gazes at me as if she can’t believe I’m here. I slide my hand inside her jeans, touching the silk and lace resting against her heat, but I wait for her. We look at each other, and she starts to buck against my fingertips until her desire soaks through to my skin.

“You want this, don’t you? Tell me.” I grind out the words as I dive beneath the lace and circle her clit. She’s so ready, but she holds still.

Her breathing speeds up as I slide a finger inside her, rubbing her G-spot and leaning down to press a kiss under her ear.

“I’m going out of my head, and I know you feel it too.” I slide a second finger into her tight, wet heat.

“Vadim, please.”

“Please what, my golden girl? Please make you come all over my fingers? Do you need to come, baby?”

Her breath saws in and out of her, but she’s trying hard not to react. “Don’t toy with me. I want you. I want you so much.”

The words shred the last of my restraint. I don’t have a condom, and the last time we did this, we made a child, but I can’t seem to stop. I pull my buttons open and push her jeans and panties lower until my cock slides against her hot, wet folds, bathing me in the evidence of how much she wants me.

She pushes back against me finally, bending at the waist so that I can move deeper between her legs. I grasp her hip, lean down to take her chin in my hand, and turn her lips to my mouth, kissing her deeply. With one last kiss, I move so that I can meet her eyes.

“Tell me you don’t want this. I won’t force you. Tell me you don’t remember how it felt.”

Her eyes glisten with emotion. “Vadim. You know how I feel.” She closes her eyes and leans in to kiss me, as if looking at me is too much.

I won’t pull more emotions from her, but I need to know I’m not stealing something that isn’t mine. I’m not a good man, but I don’t fuck women who don’t want it.

“Tell me. Tell me no and I’ll stop,” I say softly against her pouting lips.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes.”

“Say it again. Tell me.”

“You. God, yes. I want you to fuck me.”

“Fuck, zolotaya. My girl. My girl.”

I slide home and it’s unreal. My bare cock against all that fiery heat. Nothing in the world has ever felt this good. I should have waited or shown more finesse, but I can’t stop.

“Hold the tree and push back against me,” I say as I bend her body and give her another inch. I want to slam into her, but she’s such a tiny little thing and she’s so tight. I don’t want to hurt her. “Baby, I’ll go slow until you can take all of my cock. Look at you being such a good girl for me.”

I circle her clit again, and she moans softly.

“Show me, baby. Give me your hand and show me how you need it.” I reach for her fingers and bring them between her legs to help me learn her rhythm. I want to make this everything for her. I want her to feel all the things I’m feeling. The way it was when we were together.

“Oh, Vadim. It hurts, but I don’t want you to stop.”

I edge in another inch. “Push back. Please take me. Take all of me.”

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