Page 44 of Kristoff

“Fuck dinner,” I say and step toward her, hunting my prey, and enjoying the chase she gives me when she moves away again. “The bedroom is that way.” I point at the door she needs to go through to get to my bed. “But once you’re in there, you lose your say. And you’ll stay with me. No more department store photography, no more puff writing. You’ll be mine.”

She nods and keeps walking backward. I’m not running at her, but my heart is pounding like I’ve just sprinted up the stairs.

“Why is your dress still on?” I ask with a determined step. “Are you back to being a naughty girl?”

20

He’sback. Kristoff is back, and the fire in his eyes and the deep tenor of his voice has sent shivers through my body. He stalks me to the bedroom, and I manage to get the dress off just as he pounces on me.

He lifts me into the air and tosses me on his bed. I bounce and laugh at the animalistic way he’s acting, but I love it. I have craved it, and him for six long months.

“Panties?” he asks and grabs the elastic. “Never again,” he announces and tears them off me. Good thing I left my bra at home, or he’d be ruining a very expensive panty set.

His shirt flies across the room, and he covers my body with his own. His hands are in my hair, tugging and holding me while his mouth claims mine again. I can barely breathe, but it doesn’t stop me from matching him with my own aggression.

I reach down between us and pull at his belt.

He chuckles into my kiss. “Horny girl.” He’s called me a horny girl in Russian and I can’t stop the smile from crossing my lips. I am that. Exactly that.

Getting to his knees on the bed, he pulls the belt open and works his zipper down before shoving his jeans off. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around the silky-smooth texture of his shaft.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans and pulls my hand away. “You can’t do that, love. I haven’t had a woman since you left. If you do that, we won’t get far.”

His hands are everywhere, touching and pinching and rubbing me while his mouth moves from my lips to my cheek to my nipples. I arch my back when he licks my nipple into a beaded bud. Nothing has felt so good as his hands on me.

When his fingers find their way to my pussy, he pauses and looks up at me.

“Do you have any pain?” he asks with worry weighing down his words.

“No pain,” I assure him. “I’m not breakable,” I promise him and lift my hips to get his fingers to move.

He growls his intent before pushing two fingers inside of me. I hiss at the sudden full feeling and he tenses.

“Don’t you fucking stop.” I grab his shoulder and push him.

“Did you push me?” he asks with a devilish grin.

“No. I would never.” I smile at him. I would if it meant he’d start moving his fingers, but I know what he’s looking for. He’s wanting my obedience, my submission. And I want to give it to him because it’s his dominance that makes a safe place for me to hide. To be embraced and loved.

He spreads my legs and positions himself between them, stroking his cock over me and watching to be sure I’m seeing him. I can’t tear my eyes away from his hand. I want him inside me. Not just my cunt, my entire soul.

“Please,” I say and reach for him again, but he slaps my hand away.

“If you can’t be good, you can’t have any,” he says and runs the head of his cock through my folds, gathering up all of my juices.

“Okay, okay,” I say and put my hands at my sides.

He chuckles. “I may have found a new way to punish you.” Before I can contest his comment, he thrusts into me in one quick push. I cry out, and he stills but I hug him.

“No. That’s good. It’s so fucking good.” I flatten my feet on the bed and arch my hips at him.

He holds nothing back now, he kisses me while he plows his thick length into me over and over again. I barely breathe or think. My heart hammers, but it’s so loud in the room with his body slamming into mine, I can only feel it.

“Fuck. Oh fuck,” he groans, his hands roaming over my breasts, then down between our bodies. “Come for me, Magdalena. Come hard, come for me,” he chants and rubs my clit in a circle.

The pressure is too much, and I whine, but with one more thrust, one more flick of his finger it all explodes into a burst of white light and waves of pleasure that carry me away. I’m screaming out with each new thrust, driving my reward further and further until he plows forward once more and growls his own release into me.

My breath is shallow, my heart won’t slow, and tears roll freely down my cheeks.

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