Page 53 of Crown of Hate

“I’ll change that.”

Without giving me time to prepare, Mikhail sinks his teeth into the tender skin on my neck. At the same time, he reaches further around my waist and slips that finger inside of me. The hand around my neck drops, falling to my ass.

“Do you think you can take me?”

My eyes go wide as his thumb presses against my asshole. The pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before… and I can’t tell what’s dripping off me more, the water or my arousal.

“What-what are you doing?”

“Claiming you. Every last inch. Every single hole.” His tongue flutters up my neck. His teeth nibble at my ear… before his tongue enters.

“Oh my god.” I squirm, but he has me so utterly caged that all I do is rub harder against his slick, hard skin.

“That’s right,” he growls. “Pray to me. I’ll worship you in return, malyshka. All you have to do is tell me the truth. What did you think about today?”

“… You.”

“And what do you want me to do with you?”

His thumb presses in harder until it’s nearly inside of me. Another finger joins the one he already has in my pussy. My back arches.

“Everything,” I confess. “I want you to do everything to me.”

“And I will.”

I’ve lost my mind.

I’m acutely aware that this man has blood on his hands and is capable of horrors beyond imagination. I know this man killed my father and every part of me should be screaming for vengeance. Yet as he slides his fingers out of my pussy and flips me back around to face him, I can hardly grasp onto a single thought. My mind is blank. A space of pure desire.

All I can do is stare deep into those dark, smoky blue eyes,

Sure, I still want to use him, to manipulate him, but right now, the sheer thrill of this twisted dance is quickly overpowering every other need. For revenge. For independence. For food. Air. Water. I’m reaching a point where I’ll be powerless to resist.

Fuck it.

That can all come later.

I reach up and wrap my legs around Mikhail’s waist, pulling him closer, feeling every hard inch of him. “Then fucking do it.”

His eyes widen, the hunger morphing into something even wilder. “That’s my fucking girl.”

His lips latch onto mine. Below, his cock finds my folds, I claw at his back, begging for him to enter. But he doesn’t.

“No. You need more than that,” he grunts. His hands push down on my thighs, untangling my legs from around his waist. The second my feet hit the wet floor, I’m turned back around.

“I’m going to make you melt, darling.”

Reaching overhead, Mikhail grabs one of the shower heads and turns a faucet. A fresh spray of warm water starts streaming out. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he presses the shower head against my clit. My lips part to cry out, but the shout stick in my throat when he finally thrusts into me from behind.

“Fuck!” I manage to croak. But I’m not even sure if the words leave my chest. Mikhail’s cock stretches out my pussy as the water from the shower head plays with my clit in an impossible rhythm.

My hands instinctively reach out, desperate to grasp onto something, anything. But there’s nothing… until Mikhail’s free hand finds its place back around my throat.

I immediately grab onto his flexing forearm. It’s so thick that my fingers barely get halfway around. But it’s enough. It’s something.

I hold on for dear life as he pounds into me from behind, my eyes slowly rolling into the back of my head.

“Shatter for me, baby girl.” His low rumble swirls in with the running water. “Melt that resistance away. Cum!”

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