Page 108 of Vengeful Princess

“You were ignoring me. I was patient, but now I’m not.” His grip around me tightened. “You can’t fight me,kotenok.”

“Fucking try me!”

I tried to headbutt him, but all that did was make him laugh. He had my arms trapped, and lying flat like this meant there was no way to use his bodyweight against him. In other words, I was screwed.

“Why do you think I’ve been ignoring you?” I asked in a deceptively calm voice that belied how angry I was.

“Because you’re mad at me?”

“Yes, Kyril. I’m mad at you.”

“Why?”This fucking man.

“Because…”Why was I mad at him?Was it the whole ‘fucking me without using a condom’?In all fairness, that was 50% my fault. I was still mad, though. I just wasn’t entirely sure why. “Because I am!” I huffed with annoyance, but the grip around my waist didn’t loosen one bit. If anything, it tightened. And his dick got harder the more I struggled.

“I said I was sorry about fucking you bare. I’ve never not used a condom,kotenok.Only with you.I…” He hesitated. “I lost control. And for that, I am sorry. I should have been more careful, knowing it was your first time.”

Something in me settled. I didn’t really know Kyril, but I guessed he wasn’t the kind of guy who apologized. So hearing him say he was sorry meant something.

Maybe I had been too harsh. In truth, the only reason I’d pushed him away was because my feelings scared the shit out of me.

The thought of letting anyone get close terrified me.

I was terrified of what might happen to him - or the others - if my father found out I liked them.

I let his words percolate for a few moments, while trying to ignore his cock. The damn thing was burrowing its way between my butt cheeks like a heat-seeking missile. My pussy didn’t protest. She was firmly in favor of embracing what Kyril offered.

“I wanted it too,” I said eventually, though it pained me to admit I’d treated Kyril unfairly. He’d gone out of his way to fetch me a morning-after pill, even though he could have walked away and never spoken to me again.

It wasn’t as if we were in a relationship. More like a situationship. One that involved murder and mayhem. We both murdered and caused mayhem.

“I know you wanted it,” Kyril agreed. My pussy throbbed with enthusiasm, reminding me she wasn’t averse to another go. Like now.

The smugness in his voice made me regret my admission. Of course he assumed I wanted it. He probably had women throwing themselves onto his dick on the regular. And, not gonna lie, it was a very fine dick.

“You should go now,” I told him.

Unsurprisingly, he ignored me. Instead, his large hand crept under my vest top and cupped my breast.

“It feels like you want me to stay.” He tweaked my hard nipple, and I fought hard not to groan.

“No, you need to leave. I have stuff to do.” I pushed back against his still hard dick while squeezing my thighs together. He was making it really difficult. A girl only had so much willpower.

His hand continued to caress my breast and his dick grew harder against my ass. I wiggled in a half-hearted attempt to get away from him, but both of us knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Kyril…” I groaned when he pinched my nipple again and twisted it, causing sparks of pain to spiral out. Then he released me, but before I could slide off the bed, he had moved me onto my back and pushed up my vest top.

A hot, wet mouth found my breast, soothing my poor, tortured nipple. Desperate need snaked through me. I was wet for him. We both knew it. Hell, if he was a wolf shifter from my latest smutty romance, he’d be able to scent my arousal. The whole college would. That was how turned on I was.

It was pointless denying how much I wanted him. We both knew I wanted him.

He moved down, licking a fiery trail across my stomach. When he reached my sleep shorts, he paused.

What? Did I smell bad or something?A sudden flare of embarrassment acted like a bucket of cold water. Some of my arousal faded as I stared down at him.

“I need to know you want this,” he said in a serious voice. “Last time, I lost control.”

Oh. I relaxed. He was being careful. Asking for consent. Something in me softened. The big bad Russian didn’t want to hurt me.

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