Page 32 of Endless Love

I shake my head stubbornly, silently, and I hear Ivan’s dark, rasping chuckle behind me as he yanks my zipper down.

His hands slide over my hips, broad palms gripping me for a moment before he grabs the waist of my jeans and panties together and yanks them down, all the way to my knees. One hand rests against the back of my neck again, fingers rubbing almost soothingly before he wraps them around my nape.

“Hold onto the sides of the sink, Charlotte,” he murmurs, his voice silky, full of a promise and a threat all at once. “Don’t let go, or this will be so much worse for you.”

A shudder runs down my spine as I obey, my teeth still sunk into my lower lip, my fingers curling around the cool edges of the counter as Ivan slides my shirt up, so that the lower part of myback, all the way down to my bare ass, is visible. I can feel the cool air of the room on my legs, between them, and I let out a whimper as his fingers trail down my spine.

I want this. I can pretend that I don’t; I can tell him not to touch me, but I can’t help but think that some small part of me knew this would happen when I walked out of the room. That Ivan isn’t the kind of man who would let me go down on him and then not return the favor. That he would let me walk out without admitting that I have desires of my own.

“I’ve been thinking about this wet pussy since that first morning in the hotel,” Ivan murmurs, his fingers drifting down further, his palm resting against the curve of my ass briefly. “But you’re insisting you’re not wet for me,milaya. So let’s find out.”

It takes everything in me not to moan when he dips two fingers between my legs, sliding them deftly between my folds and up to my clit, through the sopping mess of my arousal. I’m drenched, so wet that I can feel it, and Ivan groans as he rubs his two fingers back and forth over my swollen clit, a dark chuckle following.

“You’re drenched for me. Just like I knew you would be. My pretty little slut, getting so wet from my cock in her mouth. Such a good girl.” He rubs his fingers back and forth again, the pleasure nearly making my knees buckle, and I clench my teeth against a moan.

“But you’re a bad girl too, aren’t you, Charlotte?” He scissors his fingers around my clit, still rubbing, but now it’s not nearly enough. Now I can feel the swollen flesh aching, wanting more direct contact, and I grip the sink so hard it bites into my palms, trying not to buck into his touch. Not to let him know how much I want it.

“You lied to me. Lied about how wet you are. And now you’re depriving me of hearing those pretty moans of yours. Holding yourself still so you can pretend you aren’t dying for me to fingeryou until you come, lick your pussy until you drench my mouth, and then fuck you with my cock until you scream.”

His hand drops away from my pussy, andthatmakes me want to scream. I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for friction, and let out a sudden, startled yelp when I feel the hot sting of Ivan’s palm against the back of my thigh.

“You want to revisit fantasies we talked about,dove?”He slaps my thigh again, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting. “I remember the one about punishment. What I’d do if you lied to me about how much you wanted me, dove. So now, I think it’s time we talk about that one.”

A shudder ripples through me as his hand slides up, palming the side of my ass again. “I can feel you trembling. And maybe it’s fear, maybe a little—but it’s desire, too. You want this. You wanted it when we talked about it, late at night, when you thought I was a faceless man you’d never have to see. But that wasn’t a lie, was it, Charlotte? That you wanted me to spank you until you were dripping down your thighs, until you’d be a good girl for me again? And it wasn’t a lie that I wanted to do it.”

I barely have a moment to brace myself before his hand comes down on my ass, hard enough to burn. “Spread your legs for me, dove. As wide as you can.” His hand comes down again, on the other side, with a sharpcrackas I hesitate. “I want to see your pussy getting wetter for me while I spank you. I want to see how much you like your punishment.” Another slap, this one harder, and a helpless whimper slips from my lips, through my clenched teeth. “Charlotte.”

I can’t help it. The burn spreads through me, melting into a heated need that has me moving my legs apart, spreading open for him so that he can see the most intimate parts of me, swollen and dripping and aching for him. His hand comes down again, two sharp spanks, and I moan, my head dropping forward as I feel his fingers tighten around my neck.

“Fuck, little dove—” Ivan groans as he brings his hand down again, and then slides it between my thighs, finding that I’m even more drenched than I was before. “God, you get me so fucking hard.”

His fingers dip into me, two fingers pressing deeply inside as I clench around him, moaning helplessly. “Look at me,” he growls, his fingers wrapping in my hair and tugging. “Watch me while I make you come, Charlotte.”

I look up, his eyes are wide and glazed with desire, and the ferocity of the lust on his face makes me clench around his fingers, my entire body trembling as I arch into his hand. I need to come, and everything else fades into the background as I rock backward onto his hand, watching him as he lets go of my neck and slides his other hand beneath me to play with my clit as he keeps fingering me.

“Come for me, little dove,” he growls. “I can feel how much you need it. Let yourself come for me.”

I couldn’t stop myself even if I still wanted to. Yelling heatedly at him that he’d never touch me again feels like it happened in some other lifetime, some otheruniverse. My world has narrowed down to the feeling of his fingers thrusting inside of me, curling, the roll of his rough fingertips over my clit, the way his dark blue eyes hold mine in the mirror the entire time, watching me as he pushes me over the edge.

“Don’t look away,” he growls, as he feels me tense. “Eyes on me, dove. Watch me while you come. Or I’ll spank that pretty ass until you’re too sore to sit down for the rest of the trip.”

The orgasm hits me, pleasure tightening every muscle in my body, sparking through my veins, made a thousand times more intense by the fact that I’m looking into his eyes the entire time, watching him in the mirror as I shake and moan, rocked with sensation as I cling to the countertop for dear life.

Ivan groans, and I feel both of his hands on my hips as he drops to his knees behind me, and I feel the sudden hot slide of his tongue between my legs before I’ve even fully come down from my first orgasm. I gasp, my knees nearly buckling, and he pushes me forward against the counter, holding me there as his tongue lashes mercilessly over my sensitive flesh.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. No one has ever gone down on me like this before, almost as if it’s wholly forhispleasure and not mine, as if he’s so desperate for the taste of me that he can’t stop himself from devouring me. His tongue curls against my clit, rubbing, licking, and I let out a cry that’s something between a moan and a shriek as I feel a second orgasm building, crashing over me like a wave that drags me under, gasping and nearly collapsing even with Ivan’s hands holding me up.

He pushes himself up, and when I look up in the mirror, his gaze is dark and hungry, his mouth still wet from me. I feel the hot, heavy press of his rock-hard cock against my lower back, and then I feel him angle it down, sliding the swollen head through my dripping folds.

“I’m so fucking hard,” he growls. “Like I didn’t just come in your mouth ten minutes ago. Like I haven’t come in fucking months. That’s how much you turn me on, Charlotte. How much I fucking want you.”

He rubs his cockhead against my pussy, down between my folds, over my clit, and up again, and I moan, arching backward. I’ve forgotten I hate him, forgotten he lied, forgotten everything about how badly I want that thick, hard length filling me up, how much I want him to fuck me with it, to come all over it?—

Ivan laughs, that dark, rasping sound again. “You want my cock so badly, don’t you, dove?” He pushes against my entrance, not enough to slip inside, and when I arch back to take him in, he pulls back.

“Oh no, little dove.” He rubs himself against me again, teeth gritted as if it’s taking everything in him not to thrust into me. “I just wanted to give you a taste. To remind you what my cock feels like. But the next time I fuck you, Charlotte, it’s going to be because you wantmeto fuck you. Not this fantasy that you want to hide behind.”

He steps back abruptly, shoving his erection—still glistening with my arousal—back into his jeans. And then without another word, his jaw clenched, he stalks out of the bathroom and slams the door.

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