Page 37 of Emerald Vices

Her eyes widen with alarm, but before she can get out her rebuttal, I silence her with my lips.

She lifts her arms—though whether to grab a hold of me or push me away, I have no fucking clue—but I pin them back to her sides. Parting her legs with my knee, I grind her against my thigh until she’s trembling. I feel her warmth through my pants, and it’s been so fucking long that I’m in danger of coming just from the mere thought of being inside of her.

She moans, and I part her lips with my tongue, sweeping in to taste her desperate breathing. Whatever she may say, she’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have.

Her teeth bite down on my tongue, but I pin her to the wall and let her take out her anger on me. I don’t so much as wince when she leaves her marks all over my body with bites and clawed nails.

I’ve got two fistfuls of her blouse, ready to rip it to shreds, when Natalia suddenly plants her hands on my chest and gnaws a chunk out of my shoulder.

“What the fuck?” I look down at my shoulder where the bloody imprints of her teeth glisten in the sunlight.

Part of me is stunned.

Another part—one below the belt—fucking loved it.

“I’m no pushover, Andrey.” She eyes me like cornered prey. “You can’t just kiss me and force me to forget.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to?—”

“You’re trying to fuck me into submission. If it’s not money, it’s sex. That’s how you operate, isn’t it?”

I’m on her again with a snarl. I shove her pants down around her thighs, and there’s not a whisper of space between us now. We’re sealed head to toe, my breath mingling with hers as I work a finger between her legs. “As usual, you don’t understand the bigger picture. I’m trying to save you—from my enemies. From my sins. From yourself.”

“Then who is—” She whimpers as I push one finger into her and then a second. She falls against my chest, helpless. “Then who is going to save me from you?”

I withdraw my hand, loving the disappointment that flashes across her face when she looks up at me. “No one, lastochka.”

Then I free my dick from my pants and drive into her heat.

Whatever protest she had planned, it’s gone now. I drive it out of her with slow, deep strokes that feel like coming home. I fuck her into the wall, clawing at her hips and her waist, trying to claim as much of her as I can.

I want to make her feel good.

I want to make sure she has what she needs.

With every thrust, the need to be everything to this woman consumes me.

While she’s caught in a moan, I bring my lips to her ear. “I’m not going to let you hurt yourself anymore, Natalia. If you won’t take care of yourself, I’ll do it for you.”

I suck on her earlobe and taste the soft skin of her neck as we come together again and again. Her head falls back against the wall, her mouth opens in a sigh, and I can see my blood on the inside of her lip.

I fuck her harder until her face is burning with desire and her eyes are hazy. Then, I curl my fingers around her throat.

“You’re going to talk to someone,” I tell her. “You will take your meds. You’re going to start taking your mental health seriously.”

“Andrey…”

“I’m going to teach you how to fight and shoot,” I continue, thrusting harder, more urgently, my hands grazing over her breasts. “I’m going to teach you how to defend yourself.”

I grab her ass and hoist her up, lacing her legs around my waist as I delve even deeper inside her. “You are not a victim, Natalia. You are a fucking fighter. It’s time the world knew.”

She gasps. “Andrey…!”

The sound of my name on her lips is what does it. My grip on control slips, and I plow into her until the rest of the world falls away. Nothing matters except the way we fit together—the way she quivers around me.

With a scream, she comes, strangling the orgasm from my cock.

Just when I thought I’d experienced it all.

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