Page 58 of Ruthless Vows

I swallow softly before nodding. Because it’s hopeless to deny it.

“I feel it,” I tell him.

He growls low in the back of his throat and his lips drop down to my neck. He really likes kissing my neck. I shiver as he peppers kisses on the skin there before biting it gently and sucking to take away the slight sting. It feels good and I tilt my head to the side with a soft moan, giving him more access.

His other hand lifts my skirt and I release a shaky breath when his fingers cup me through my wet panties.

“You’re soaked,milaya.”

Helplessly, I hold on to the wrist of his hand wandering beneath my skirt, feeling like I’m about to explode.

“Ivan,” I breathe. “Please.”

I don’t even know what I’m begging for right now. But he gets it.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he murmurs.

He bunches my underwear in a fist, and before I can blink, there’s the sound of it ripping. My mouth falls open.

“Did you just tear my panties?” I snap, the hazy lust in my mind clearing for a moment.

He smiles at me innocently. “I’ll buy you as many as you want, baby. Just relax.”

He starts to tease my clit with his fingers and I let my head fall back against the wall at the sensation. He kisses me in the next breath, with an all-consuming passion that leaves my heart racing. His fingers rub against my entrance for a second before he slowly slips one finger into it.

I moan softly at the feeling and he doesn’t protest when I start to ride his finger, chasing the orgasm already looming within me. When he adds a second finger, I practically combust. My mouth falls open and I grip his shoulder as I come.

I’ve barely recovered from the orgasm when his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is fierce, almost punishing, but I kiss him back just as hard, pouring all my frustration, my confusion, my desire into it. I don’t know where this will lead, or what it means, but in this moment, with Ivan holding me against the wall, nothing else matters.

My hands reach down for the buckle of his pants, frantically, needing to feel him, needing to have him inside of me. My heart pounds in my chest, matching the urgency of his movements, and I can barely think straight, overwhelmed by the force of his desire.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to look at me, his breathing heavy, his eyes burning with something fierce and unspoken. “Mine,” he murmurs, his voice rough.

And I know I should fight that. It’s wrong. I’m here for the wrong reasons, and he can never find those reasons out. And yet, I think to myself that it doesn’t matter. All I want right now is him. I need him.

My hand grips his cock through his pants, wrapping around his thick, hard length. He jerks in my grip, a guttural sound escaping him.

“Fuck, Lucia,” he breathes.

His hands grip my thighs, lifting me slightly as he presses me harder against the wall. The cold surface against my back contrasts sharply with the heat of his body, and I gasp, the sensation sending a shiver through me. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing the contact, the connection.

He shoves his pants and his boxer briefs down in one movement, so there are no barriers between us. His eyes meet mine, a rare vulnerability in them that scares the hell out of me.

“I can’t reach a condom right now,krasavitsa.”

“That’s okay,” I say softly. “I’m on birth control and I’m clean. Just take me, please.”

He growls, deep in the back of his throat. And then he’s saying some words in Russian that I can’t understand. His lips find mine again, softer this time, more deliberate. There’s a tenderness in the way he kisses me now, as if he’s trying to communicate something deeper, something he can’t put into words.

While he’s kissing me, he slowly thrusts in, filling me inch by inch. I break the kiss to gasp, clutching his arms at the sensation.

“Oh god, oh god,” I whisper, feeling everything all at once.

Ivan’s eyes are closed as he fully slides into me. He stays like that for a couple of seconds, allowing me to get used to his length. I kiss his cheek once my body has acclimated, nodding once to tell him it’s okay. Every inch of me tingles as he slowly slips out before thrusting in again hard. When his eyes open, they’re dark and filled with raw possessiveness.

“Fuck,” he groans as he starts a rhythm that drives me wild.

His hands grip my ass as he continues to fuck me had against the wall, thrusting deep inside of me and hitting that sensitive spot over and over.

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