Page 38 of Savage Surrender

“Do it,” she taunted. “Punish me. Make mefeelsomething other than…” She frowned, focusing on me again. Reaching forward to grip my red tie, she stared at me with such a begging, pleading expression that I’d never be able to tell her no. I didn’t intend to.

“I want you, Viktor,” she whispered as she tugged on my tie, pulling me closer.

18

IRINA

Something had taken over me, making me act this bold and wanton. No one ever asked me what I wanted, so that alone was the ultimate turn-on. Seeing Viktor’s face change from the bad-boy smirk and smile to the wicked lover’s grin was more than enough to drive up my arousal.

“I want… you,” I repeated, feeling stronger with each time I let that taboo statement leave my mouth.

“You want me to punish you for having such filthy thoughts about me?” he asked, lowering his hands to set them on my waist. The heaviness of his warm touch grounded me. It lured me in.

I nodded, unable to speak with my heart racing and my lungs not filling fast enough. His smoldering stare teased me. His low, gruff voice was like another caress on my skin. And his fingers flexed at my waist, testing out his grip to the point that I wanted him to clutch me and never let go. “Yeah, that’s what I want.”

He shook his head. “No.” Stepping forward once more, he trapped me against the wall of bookcases behind me. “I’m notgoing to punish you. Not tonight.” One more step pinned me in place. Thick and hard, his thigh wedged between mine, rubbing where I ached for him. “But I could fuck you.”

I gasped as he kissed me, hard, fast, and brutal. There was no forgiveness in this rough press of his lips against mine. This wasn’t a delicate moment of him pursuing me. He was taking. Demanding. Requesting without mercy.

Parting my lips, I let him in and tried to keep up with his lips and tongue. He dominated me, ordering me to open up and match this feral urgency he showed me.

His words were a live brand of desire on my soul, and I clutched him before I could rise up in flames. Holding on to his tie, I clung to him. He lowered his big hand until he cupped my ass, and with a quick, tight squeeze, he prompted me to raise my leg and wrap it around him so he could grind against me more effectively.

“I could fuck you, sweetheart. Right here. Right now.”

Yes. Please, yes.I moaned, needy and greedy, hanging on to him and kissing him back for all I was worth.

I could trust that my father didn’t want me married off to anyone in the Ilyin family, but this recent talk about my virginity had me wishing I could take charge of that one thing. ThatIcould decide whom I gave it to.

And I wanted it to be Viktor.

Even if that meant we’d have sex right here, right now, in the library.

“Can you be quiet?” he taunted, laying a line of wet, sucking kisses down along my neck.

I let my head fall back, giving him access as I uttered a breathyyes.But then he tugged my blouse and bra cups down, popping the buttons off the thin shirt. He closed his mouth over my breast and sucked hard, making me cry out in dual parts shock and pleasure. “Oh, my God!” I put my hand on the back of his head to keep him there, but he moved back.

“No,” he observed. “No, you can’t be quiet.” Kissing me again, he lowered his hand to my skirt, shoving it up until he could twist his fingers on my wet panties so slick with my juices. Just like before, he removed my lingerie with a quick rip. And without delay, he rubbed over my entrance before shoving his finger inside me.

With his mouth over mine, my moans of pleasure were muffled. All too soon, he pulled back, breathing hard. “Take my tie off,” he ordered, kissing me again and trusting me to do as he said. I did, fumbling more than I wanted to. I was anxious and excited. I was nervous yet confident. I wanted him. I wanted to give him my virginity, no one else. But this was my first time, and my clumsiness and lack of experience showed.

As soon as I had his deep-red tie off, he broke the kiss. He lifted his hands to wrap the tie around my head. Gagging me. Silencing me. It felt risky to trust him like this, but I was so turned on and eager to give him my virginity that I couldn’t think of protesting. I stared at him, mesmerized by the lust shining in his eyes, until he turned me.

“I can fuck this tight little pussy, sweetheart,” he whispered into my ear. Shoving me up against the bookcase, he forced me forward. My breasts rubbed against the spines of the books, and the leather chafed my nipples, bared from his tugging my shirt and bra so low. He pulled my hips back, though, making sure I felt the hard ridge of his erection he had yet to get out. The slighttouch of him near my pussy had me moaning, but with his tie stuck around my mouth, the noise was minimal.

I couldn’t be loud. Anyone could hear if they were on this floor. And if someone were to come by, they’d see me, so much of me.

“You want me to stuff my cock in here?” He pumped his fingers into my body, smearing the cream that gushed out.

I nodded, hanging my head low as I held on to the edge of a shelf. Thrusting back to him helped ease the need. I rode his hand as he shifted to unzip his pants. The swish of his zipper sounded overly loud in this quiet building, but he didn’t seem worried. Before I could get too close to coming, he withdrew his fingers and lined his dick up to me.

The bulbous cockhead stretched me at the entrance, but he waited for me to suck it in. Holding me still, he cupped my tits and kissed my neck.

When I couldn’t handle the wait, I arched my back and willed him to drive into me. To fuck me, like he’d teased me that he would. To fill me so I wouldn’t be so empty and spiraling with hopelessness and hatred for Igor Petrov, my father whom I would kill.

“So naughty,” he growled between kisses. His fingers never stopped, tweaking my nipples and playing with my breasts. But down there, he slammed his big, long dick into me, making me flinch at the shock of the stretch.

He was all the way in, to the hilt. In one swift push, he had filled me, cramming that cock into me. No other man had ever touched me there. No other guy would ever have the privilege of being my first.

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