Page 89 of Vengeful Princess

Yet here we were.

Dar was supposed to be my first. We’d spent months leading up to it. Stolen kisses and touches when he managed to sneak onto the estate. Heated messages on the burner phone he’d gifted me.

I’d wanted it to be him. I’d trusted him. He was my best friend. The boy who’d made life more bearable when all I knew was darkness. Yet he’d disappeared, leaving only a shitty note, and all my dreams turned to ashes in an instant.

The last time I’d seen him, he promised me the moon and stars, but his promises turned out to be lies.

It was time I took control of my story. I refused to let a man dictate when and how I lost my V-card. Kyril might think he was in charge here, but if I said no, he would stop.

Kyril was a lot of things - aggressive, violent, and protective - but he wasn’t a rapist.

He surged into me, and I yelped. Extensive Google searches had informed me the first time often hurt, but I was beginning to wish I’d chosen some guy with a small pencil dick for my first.

“Relax,kotenok,”he purred in my ear as he leaned over me. The heat of his body warmed mine, blocking the cold air and falling snow. When his fingers found my clit again, I moaned. Pain turned to pleasure as my body accepted his. “Good girl,” he said. “I have to make this quick,kotenok,we don’t have long.”

I tried to offer some kind of sassy comeback, but my brain had long since melted. With every slow drag of his cock in and out of my stretched pussy, the pleasure grew.

Why had I waited this long?

Why had I let my father’s threats control my decisions about my body?

It was like I’d finally burst into life after years of stasis. Every cell lit up with pleasure. Even though Kyril had already coaxed an orgasm from me with his fingers, I was on the edge yet again.

Being stuffed full of his cock just made the pleasure sweeter, more intense. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted, his cold fingers rubbing my overheated clit in time with each powerful thrust.

He pulled me upright against his chest, his breathing ragged in my ear. “Please,” I moaned, desperate for a release. The snow fell faster, icy flakes melting the minute they touched my heated cheeks. “Harder!”

One, then two more savage thrusts, and I fell apart, soaring so high it felt like I was flying. Everything faded as I came floating back to earth like burning embers from a fire.

Kyril groaned in my ear and heat bloomed inside. It was only then I remembered we hadn’t used a condom.

Horror vanquished sated bliss as he pulled me against his chest, murmuring nonsense in Russian, still buried inside me. The aggression had faded. My rabid bear had turned into a cute little puppy.

It would have been hilarious and sweet if not for the fact his cum was leaking down my thighs and he’d fucked me bare without protection.

“You asshole!” I screamed, pulling away from him and yanking up my jeans. Who knew where my panties were. Some jogger would no doubt spot them hanging in a bush tomorrow.Gross.

“What’s wrong?” Kyril looked at me confused, and dare I say it, a bit hurt?

Some of my anger disappeared at his wounded expression, but he wasn’t getting off lightly. He should have asked the question. It was at least 50% his fault I was now potentially knocked-up.

“We didn’t use a condom!” I poked his chest with my finger, and then the penny dropped. His face morphed from confusion into regret.

“Fuck.”

Landon burst into view, read the situation immediately, and glared at Kyril. “What have you done?”

My emotions hung on a knife-edge. The lock I usually kept on my feelings gone. It lay shattered in the snow, irrevocably broken. Was this what sex did to women? If so, I was never having sex again.

I couldn’t handle the emotional shit. It scared me.

“No condom,” I muttered, keeping my gaze averted from Landon in case he looked at me like I was the world’s biggest slut. I wasn’t. But it didn’t stop the little voice in my head laughing and pointing a finger.

“You stupid asshole!” Landon threw a punch at Kyril, who ducked. “You should have asked if she was on birth control!” He turned to me. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head.

As if my father would have let me see a doctor about contraception. Not a chance in hell.

Kyril hung his head. The scary predator who’d chased me through the woods was long gone. Part of me wanted to admit that it was just as much my fault we were in this mess, but I didn’t have the emotional bandwidth.

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