Page 120 of Cashmere Ruin

But after we unlocked hate sex, the possibilities became endless.

There’s no hate in it now, not anymore, but the rough edges remain. It’s my fault, really: I was never that good at hiding what I like. With my previous boyfriends, it wasn’t an issue—and how could it be? As if their fantasies ever extended beyond the mechanical principle of “Tab A inserts into Slot B.”

But Matvey’s observant. When he saw how wet being manhandled made me, he took notice.

And call me delusional, but I get the feeling I’m not the only one to be…affected.

At least judging by how hard he’s throbbing inside me.

“God, don’t stop,” I pant, freeing his fingers from my teeth.

I immediately feel them in my hair. “Stop calling out for God. He’s not here.”

“Matvey…!” I keen, delicious pain shooting down my spine from my scalp. His fist goes tight, tight, tighter, pulling my curls in a vise grip I could never hope to escape from. I’m trapped, pinned, hopeless—and it feels so good I could cry. “Don’t stop, don’t sto—Ahh!”

His thrusts are ruthless. He fucks me like I’m a thing, a toy. Something that’s purely his to ruin whenever he feels like it. Crap, should I be bringing this up in therapy?

“Shamelesskalina,” Matvey growls against the back of my neck, sending tingles all the way down. “Tell me what else you want me to do to you.”

“Touch me,” I beg. My clit is ready to burst, throbbing neglected between my legs. “Please, need you to touch me, please?—”

But Matvey tuts, disappointed. “My cock not enough for you?”

I shake my head frantically.That’s not it, I want to say.I just need you everywhere.

But the second I open my mouth to speak, his fingers dive back into it, smothering all sound. “Filthy little thing. Now, I’m wondering if you deserve to come at all.”

His thrusts slow to a punishing halt. I feel tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, the thought of stopping unbearable. Worse—the thought of Matvey painting my insides white without letting me come even once. I mumble incoherently around his fingers, but he refuses to pull them out.

So I use my hips. I start rolling them slowly, pleadingly. Matvey sucks in a harsh breath, and I take it as a sign.

I pick up the pace, all but fucking myself on his throbbing cock. He’s so hard, he could easily hurt me. So big, I still can’t believe he fits in me. Every time I move, pleasure sparks everywhere inside me, the hot drag of him almost too much to bear.

If I came like this, he’d never forgive me.

I’ll be good, I desperately want to promise.I’ll be good, so please…

Suddenly, his fingers slip out of my mouth. I feel his big, strong hands seize my hips, forcing them to still. “Fuck,kalina.Trying to cheat your way out of punishment?”

“N-No!” I gasp. “Never, I?—”

THWACK!

I jolt.

Did he just… spank me?

Heat spreads into the rest of my body from the point of impact. My ass tingles, the imprint of Matvey’s hand pulsing red and hungry on my cheek. “Don’t lie to me.”

File under: kinks I didn’t know I had.“Matvey, please.”

“I’m tempted to do it, you know,” he whispers, sandpaper-rough. “Fuck you raw. Put another baby in your belly.”

My vision swims. “Matvey…”

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he groans between shallow thrusts. “Being stuffed full of my cum?”

“Yes,” I moan, too far gone for lies.

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