Page 22 of Crowned

She wants to fight dirty? I can fight dirty.

I pull off my belt and wrench her arms behind her back, binding them tight. With my body crowding hers against the wall, she’s not going anywhere. The dress she’s wearing is flimsy enough for me to rip it apart with my bare hands. The buttons pop open, and I stare down at her.

No bra. Her tits are perfect, curved and soft with dark pink nipples. I’ve seen them plenty of times by now but my mouth still waters at the sight. I spit on my middle and ring fingers, staring her right in the eyes.

“Last chance,detka. Or I’m going to have to get mean.”

She looks down at herself and then up at me, her cheeks turning pink. “Be my guest.”

I drag wet fingers down her breasts, over her belly to her cunt, and then shove them into her pussy. I meant it to punish, but as her hot flesh grips my fingers I groan and bow my head.

Don’t fuck her. It’s what she wants.

And yet I draw them out and slam them into her again, quick thrusts of my fingers that have my cock aching to replace them. She squirms in my grip, her cheeks flaming red and her mouth opening in a moan. Holy shit. She’s enjoying this.

Lilia bites her lip and drags it through her teeth. “Nothing you can do to me will make me tell you where those diamonds are hidden. I hate you all too much to give you the satisfaction.”

I lean closer to her until my lips are whispering against hers. “And I loathe you too much to give you quick a death. I promise you that killing you will never be a waste of my time.”

I don’t want her to come. She doesn’t fucking deserve it. But as her eyes grow hazy, a mischievous smile curves her lips.

“Moan louder. I need them all to hear you.” I want Kostya’s envy. Elyah’s burning jealousy and twisted longing to see his friends fuck his woman. I want her father to hear his daughter panting for me before she screams for mercy.

“You’re supposed to be torturing the diamonds out of me, not making me come. You have your orders from yourPakhan, you trained dog.”

Lilia is dying to piss me off. I pull my fingers out of her and smack her pussy, and she cries out. I thrust back into her, deeper this time. I can’t help myself from bearing down on her G-spot.

“Come on my fingers, you twisted bitch.”

Three breathy words fall from her lips as her head falls back. “Fuck you, Kirill.”

Wetness surges around my fingers and her muscles ripple against me. I groan and bury my face in her neck. I need to be closer to her. I need fucking everything from her.

I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her tight against my cock. My hips rock into her, mimicking thrusts as I sink my teeth into her shoulder. I want her so bad I could burst in my jeans. My jaw tightens in frustration as she screams in pain. Yes, oh fuck yes. I release her flesh from my teeth, move over an inch, and bite her again. Another whimper of pain.

“I need to fuck you,detka,” I groan against her throat. It’s been too long since I hammered her with my cock and saw her pussy glistening with my cum. She doesn’t remember that moment, but I do. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.

“If you screw me, I’ll be guaranteed to escape. Don’t you remember what happened when your friends thought they could use my body?”

I remember that she climaxed on their dicks while I was left on the fucking sidelines.

I grasp the nape of my T-shirt and pull it up over my head. Lilia’s attention drops to my muscled chest. My flat stomach. The tattoos decorating my flesh. The swollen bulge pressing against my zipper.

I savor the way her eyes dilate at the sight of me. Maybe there are benefits in fucking a conscious woman, after all. I grasp her arm and turn her around, my teeth sinking into my lower lip at the sight of her plump little ass.

“Are you mad at Daddy?” I whisper into her ear.

“I hate him more than I hate you,” she pants, her cheek pressed against the wall.

That won’t do. I’ll have to step it up a notch. “Then make sure you moan nice and loud as I screw you. Living well is the best revenge. People believe that bullshit, don’t they?”

With a flick of my fingers, I undo my jeans, reach inside, and wrap my hand around my cock. “Five weeks of jerking off to the thought of you choking on my dick. That’s a lot of cum I’ve wasted on my sheets when it should have been on your face.”

I kick her feet apart, tug her hips back against me, and the head of my cock finds her slippery core. With one thrust, I’m home. She cries out at the shock of my intrusion, the most delicious thing I’ve ever heard. Who knew a woman could sound so hot?

As I pull my hips back and drive up into her again, she closes her eyes and utters my name like a curse. I fuck her slowly, and there’s barely any room to move with her body clasped so tightly in my arms. I have the whole bed to spread her out and fuck her on, but I can’t make myself let go of her.

My lips whisper up the side of her neck. “Your pussy is slippery as fuck for my cock. I bet your clit is…” I reach for her, and smile against her skin as I find what I’m looking for. Her tight bundle of nerves is swollen to the touch, one stroke of my finger has her moaning even louder.

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