Page 33 of Trapping His Darling

Only when I felt his touch around me, nuzzling my hair, did I realize I was sobbing. Authentically. Sincerely. I didn’t even cry for my parents when they died. Nor my dog. So how could this man I hardly knew, who took my virginity without ceremony, make me feel so much?

Viktor leaned in over my shoulder to kiss the tears falling from my eyes, making soft shushing noises as he did so. Could a woman fall in love in a day?

“Milyy, Milyy,you cry so beautifully. It feels like a gift. I’m honored.”

I nodded. He should be. I wasn’t even sure what was happening to me. I was losing myself to him.

The man then reached over my head and pulled down a small container of what I assumed was ice cream from the collection on the shelf. When he opened it, I smelled coconut.

“This is vegan.” He dipped his fingers into the container and scooped out the white paste. He held it to my lips. “Taste.”

I flicked my tongue out. It was smooth and creamy. I wasn’t a vegan, so I wasn’t sure why it mattered.

Until I realized his plans for it.

I hissed when the chilled dessert was pressed into my ass crack. In response, he bit my shoulder, and his fingers shovedinto the only virginal orifice I had left. I whimpered. He was hurting me.

“Relax and breathe,” he murmured against my neck. “Trust me to care for you.”

Fuck me.

While his fingers used the coconut oil to violate my ass, his other hand wrapped around to play with my breasts, cupping the weight and teasing my nipples. He was speaking to me, though I didn’t understand a word he said. It sounded pretty, though, and I leaned into him, which opened me more to his preparation. He was still dressed, but I could feel his body heat radiating into my back.

“Good girl,” he complimented. “You will never hide any of yourself from me. I want access to all of you, Tiffany.”

Warmth flooded my body. Shame and arousal, and my blood rushing through my veins, melted away the cold from my skin. Pleasure climbed through the discomfort, as he strummed a hard nipple before rolling it between his forefinger and thumb, pinching and pulling the taut bead. His kissing my neck like this was everything. I knew then that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this man.

He paused, then I heard his zipper. A moment later, I felt the smooth, hot head of his cock at my nether hole. The tight ring of muscle stretched under the pressure and girth of his hard shaft, as it pressed harder and harder. I was surely ripping in half.

“I want to know your hopes,” he said, finally breaking through the resistance and pushing all the way into me, “and your dreams.”

I hid my face in my upper arm, both of which were still holding the shelf. My fingers were probably frozen to the metal by this point. I let out the breath I was holding when he stilled. But it was a brief reprieve.

“I want to know your thoughts and imaginations.” He then thrust into me hard and I mewled in protest. He withdrew slowly. “I want to know all your insecurities.” He delved in again, so fucking deep. “And your secrets.” He repeated the process. Slow withdraw and then the plunge –

“Allofyour secrets,” he emphasized, piercing me to the hilt.

I bit my own arm to displace some of the pain.

“Do you understand?”

I nodded emphatically.

“Then we’ll have a lot to talk about later.”

He withdrew from my body. I felt him tuck himself away and rezip his pants.

When his hot hands returned to my hips, Viktor gently pulled me from the shelf and guided me to face him. Though my ass throbbed in more ways than one, seeing his eyes glaze over as I trembled moved me. From the way his chest thrust forward with pride, I realized how much he got off on doing this with me, of dominating me, and the fact that I submitted to it.

My body grew colder. His body seemingly grew hotter.

Like fire and ice.

He leaned forward and pressed the gentlest kiss below my ear then whispered, “You are a naughty girl, but I’ll make you my good girl yet.”

My pussy throbbed and a moan released from my throat. If not for him holding me, I might have fallen to my knees. I never realized words could be so powerful.

One day in the future, I would look back on this very moment, and tell our daughters how I fell in love in an ice cream parlor freezer.

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