Page 125 of Beautiful Cruelty

“No,” she says, her voice firm. “I want to feel. Don't deny me this.”

I let her take control, my body surrendering to her rhythm. She bites my neck again, and I groan, my hands fisting in the sheets. Her pace quickens, and I can feel her trembling, her body on the edge.

My hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back sharply. Her gasp is music to my ears.

"Is this what you wanted,zvyozdochka?" I growl against her throat.

"Yes," she breathes, her hips stuttering for a moment before she finds her rhythm again. I match her movements, thrusting up into her as she rides me. My lips find her neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin. She shivers, her nails digging into my chest in retaliation.

I slap her ass hard, the sound echoing through the room. She moans, her pace faltering for a moment before she picks it up again, harder, faster. Her nails rake down my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

My hand reaches up again, tangling in her hair and pulling her head back once more. Her eyes meet mine, dark with desire and something else—something raw and unfiltered.

"Tell me what you want," I demand, my voice rough.

"You," she gasps, her hips rolling against mine. "Just you."

I kiss her hard, swallowing her moans as she rides me. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I relish the pain, knowing she does too. Our movements become frantic, desperate, as we chase the release that’s just out of reach.

In one swift motion, I flip us over, pinning Lacey beneath me without breaking our connection. Her back hits the mattress,and I trap her wrists above her head. Her chest heaves, her lips swollen from my kisses, and eyes dark with need.

"Is this what you were looking for,zvyozdochka?" I growl, my voice low and rough.

Her answer comes in the form of her teeth sinking into my lower lip, sharp and demanding. I groan, the sting only fueling the fire burning through me. I thrust into her harder, deeper, my pace relentless. Her back arches off the bed, and she lets out a scream that echoes through the room.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me on. Her nails dig into my wrists, and I can feel her trembling beneath me, her body tightening around me as she teeters on the edge.

"Look me in the eyes when you cum inside me,” she commands, her voice breathless but firm.

I pause for a moment, my hips stilling as I stare down at her. "Do you think you have the right to command a pakhan?" I ask, my voice a dangerous whisper.

Her answer is immediate. She tightens her legs around me, her hips rolling as she retakes control. Her movements are desperate, demanding, and I can’t help but groan as she fucks me back with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.

Her eyes lock with mine, unyielding, and I can feel myself coming undone inside of her again. But she doesn't stop, and keeps up her relentless rhythm until she pulls me down into her and—screaming—takes every drop I have left to give.

When I finally prop myself back up on my elbows, and brush a strand of hair from her face, she looks at me seriously, amber-flecked eyes flashing in the morning light.

"Vadim..." she begins, her voice husky. "I?—"

I shake my head, my thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.

"Don't,zvyozdochka. Don't."

I know what she wants to say.Iwant to say it, too.

But she can't. I can't.

I can't let her fall deeper into this hell I've dragged her into.

37

LACEY

ONE WEEK LATER

I smoothdown my skirt and try to focus on Irina's elegant sketches spread across my desk, but my mind is still piecing itself back together from the heat of Vadim's touch minutes ago.

My skin tingles where his hands gripped my hips and where his lips traced paths down my neck. I'm acutely aware of the tiny smear of his cum on my thigh. And with each slow trembling breath, I can practically still taste his scent on my tongue.

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