Page 58 of Beautiful Agony

I bite his neck again in response, harder this time, and feel him throb inside me. My hips move faster, taking him deeper with each thrust. The familiar tension builds low in my belly as pleasure courses through me.

"You think you're the one in control right now, my pakhan?" I breathe against his ear, loving how his fingers tighten on my flesh.

"Aren't I?" Vadim asks.

I grab his wrists and pin them against the headboard above his head, using my body weight as leverage. The new angle drives him even deeper inside me, making us both gasp.

"No," I purr, rolling my hips in slow, torturous circles. "You're not."

His cock throbs inside me as I start riding him harder and faster. The headboard creaks with each thrust as I hold his hands firmly in place.

"Who's in control now?" I taunt, clenching around him deliberately.

"You are," he groans.

The familiar tension builds low in my belly as I bounce on his cock. My skin and cunt tingles with pleasure as I take him deeper and deeper. His gray eyes burn into mine, dark with desire.

"Louder." I increase my pace, chasing my release.

I move faster, setting a merciless pace and loving how he fills me completely. His muscles strain under my grip but he doesn't try to break free.

"You are!" he rasps.

"Louder!"

A groan tears from his throat as I clench around him again. My thighs burn from the exertion but I don't slow down. I can feel my orgasm building each time I sink down and bury him to the hilt, each time I feel the perfect slide of his thick length inside me.

"YOU ARE!" He bellows.

"Good boy," I whisper, loving how his cock twitches inside me at the praise.

The familiar tension coils tighter in my core as I ride him with reckless abandon. My breath comes in short gasps, my entire body trembling with need. His eyes lock onto mine, storm-gray darkening to nearly black with desire.

The pressure builds higher and higher with each thrust until finally—finally—I shatter. The orgasm rips through me with an intensity that steals my breath. My body convulses around his thick length as waves of pleasure crash over me again and again.

I cry out his name as I come, my fingers tightening around his.

I collapse onto Vadim's chest, my body still trembling from my intense orgasm. His cock pulses inside me as aftershocks ripple through my core. My fingers release their grip on his wrists, and I trail my hands down his arms, feeling the hard muscles flexing beneath my touch.

His chest heaves against mine, our sweat-slicked skin sliding together as we both try to catch our breath. I can feel his heart thundering beneath my palm, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.

I turn my head to press my lips against his ear, still moving my hips in slow, lazy circles around his thick length.

"I'm not done with you yet," Vadim growls, his cock still hard inside me.

His hands immediately find my hips, gripping tight enough to leave marks, but I don't care. I want his marks on me, want thisphysical reminder of how completely I own him in this moment, just as he owns me.

"No?" I taunt, deliberately clenching around him. "What are you going to do about it?"

His hands grip my hips tighter as he starts moving me above him, setting a punishing pace that has me gasping. Each thrust hits deeper than before, making my oversensitive body tremble.

"Is this what you wanted?" he demands, his voice rough with desire. "To be fucked like the bratva's whore?"

"Yes," I moan, letting him take control of our rhythm.

His cock fills me completely with each powerful thrust, the new angle making me see stars. I yelp with every thrust, still sensitive from my earlier orgasm. My body stirs with renewed pleasure as he pushes me towards another one.

"Take it," he commands. "Take all of it."

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