Page 123 of Beautiful Cruelty

“That’s it,zvyozdochka!” Vadim grunts as his movements become faster and more erratic. “Scream for me. Come for me and only me!”

“Yes! YES! YES!” I shriek, voice hoarse and breathless.

His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me closer. Then, one hand slides up my body, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. The other finds my clit, his touch rough and demanding until I am dizzy with pleasure.

He growls against my neck, body tensing.

He's still holding back.

I cry out, my back arching as pleasure crashes through me and I convulse helplessly against him, hands clutching at the sheets.

It’s a dangerous path to walk, I know.

A slippery slope with no guarantee of a safe landing.

But I don't care anymore.

“Please cum inside of me. Please make me yours,” I beg, my voice trembling. “Ineedit. I need you!”

I need him to break me completely, to shatter me into a million pieces and put me back together.

Only then will I be alright.

Only then can I even start to forgive myself.

Before I can demand anything more, before I can urge him on, he gives one final powerful thrust. With a guttural roar, he crashes headlong over the edge and flood my depths with his cum, hot and intense.

I moan, my own climax washing over me in waves in response.

He collapses against me, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress as he continues to empty himself into me. I squeeze back, and milk him clean of every drop.

Vadim's breath is hot against my skin, and I can feel his heart pounding through his cock buried in my weeping cunt.

For a moment, everything else fades for just long enough away that I can pretend to ignore them—the pain, the fear, the guilt. The bedsheets bunch in my trembling fingers, and I fight bitterly to cling to the feeling of him and nothing else.

Because it's the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

36

VADIM

HOURS LATER

Lacey'sgentle breathing fills the silence in my bedroom. Her blonde hair fans across my chest as she sleeps, one hand curled against my heart. The distant rising sun paints a pale dawn through the clouds.

My fingers trace idle patterns on her shoulder. Every touch reminds me of how she writhed beneath me, how she begged me to claim her, to mark her as mine.

To hurt her.

That word tears through me like a knife. I know what she truly wants—a way to forgive herself after what we'd done. She wants me to save her from the guilt with pain.

But I can't.

I've already stained her hands with blood. I've dragged her into a world where even breathing wrong could get her killed. The we she begged me to degrade her and use her is proof enough of how deeply I've already hurt her.

Lacey stirs slightly, pressing closer. Her lips part in a sigh that makes my chest ache. I want nothing more than to wake her with kisses, to lose myself in her warmth again.

To pretend, just for a moment, that I deserve the trust she's placed in me.

---