Page 39 of Brutal Promise

I tighten my grip, trying to pinch my thumb and forefinger together, but he’s too thick. I keep a tight hold on his cock until he abruptly pulls out.

“Bedroom. Now.”

I feel the slickness between my legs as I walk to the bed, and he slaps my ass, which takes me by surprise. When I reach the foot of the massive bed, he commands, “Bend over.”

His hand is on my back, between my shoulders, ensuring I comply. I press my face into the duvet and turn my head sideways, not knowing what is coming next.

“I’m fucking you hard, very hard,” he says, his cock at my entrance.

He pushes the head through my soft opening and groans with pleasure before he ravages my pussy. His demanding cock should be registered as a lethal weapon because I’m sure it will be the death of me.

I cling to the duvet as waves of pleasure and pain ride over me, pushing all other thoughts out of my head. He thrusts deeper. I want to cry out from the pain, but the pleasure builds inside me, and I feel like I’ll explode. I welcome his thick cock and enjoy hearing his balls slapping my ass as his grip tightens on my hips.

His cock slides over my clit, stoking it until it’s about to burst. I’m climbing, yearning for more. I arch to give him more access, and he impales my love canal, finding parts of my anatomy I didn’t know existed. I brace for each thrust and feel him quickening as my walls tighten around him. Pleasure courses through me.

Breathless, I gasp for air. My mouth is dry from all the panting. The velocity of him jars my body. He’s a large man, and he packs a powerful thrust. Like a jackhammer, he pounds my pussy, making me tighten and quiver around him.Fuck me and all that’s holy.

I moan, unable to prevent the strange guttural sounds from leaving my throat. I want to twist around to watch him drive me fucking crazy, but he holds me in place so I can’t move.

My clit swells and ripens as he takes long strokes, each more intense than the last. His hands move from my hips to the top of my shoulders to hold me in place as he pumps me harder, driving his hard cock against my walls and shredding my clit like a velvet rose petal.

I scream as I come. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. My body shudders and shakes until I fall into sweet oblivion. With one last push, his fingers grip my shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, and a low growl escapes his throat as he climaxes and spills his seed deep inside me.

His breathing is ragged as he kisses my neck, murmuring something in Russian. We both collapse and lay together for a minute before he slides out of me and lifts me onto the bed.

He lies beside me, with his hand between my legs as his cum seeps out of me.

“Never forget who you belong to. You are mine and mine only.”

Completely satisfied and spent, I drift into a deep sleep.

* * *

I wakeup later and find myself alone. I get up and grab his shirt off the floor and put it on, fasten one button, and go looking for Dmitry. I find him sitting in an overstuffed chair in the living room, a glass of wine in his hand. He’s pensive as I watch him take a sip.

His low-key energy matches the mood of the classical music playing softly in the background. I wouldn’t know the difference between Beethoven and Brahms, but it sounds nice.

“I thought you might sleep the night.” He stands, dressed in loungewear. “Would you like wine?”

“Yes, please.”

“Sit,” he says, pointing to the couch.

I sit on the end closest to his chair.

The sound the wine makes as it’s poured matches the chill vibe in the room. He promptly returns and hands me a full glass. I stare out the window as he returns to his place. The moon casts an eerie shine over the city, making me shiver.

I take a sip of the red elixir and find he was correct about letting it breathe. It tastes different now, richer. The notes are more robust and dryer. It leaves a thick coating on my tongue. I rub my lips together, enjoying the notes of licorice and cherry mixed with Sangiovese grapes.

“Keep licking your lips like that, and I’ll give you something else to lick,” he threatens as he leans back in the chair and studies me.

“Mm, I’ll lick anything you want as long as it tastes as good as this wine.”

“I know a thing about quality wine, liquor, and women.” When he lifts his glass to drink, his biceps bulge under the thin fabric of his fitted long-sleeve shirt. I have a feeling he bought the shirt for this very reason. He knows he looks good, and the shirt hides nothing.

I blush. His eyes flick over me, and I know he’s ready to fuck me again. The man is insatiable.

“Why do you have a passport you’ve never used?”

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