Page 34 of Bound by Blood

She sighed in annoyance. At least the correct brother was watching her sleep this time. She climbed off the bed, flinging back the covers that clung to her and glared at him. “Washroom?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her breasts.

He inclined his head to the right and tried not to smile at her attitude. She narrowed her eyes at him, pressed her lips together and stomped toward the washroom. It took great strength of will not to slam the door shut, but she resisted the childish urge. She locked it and set about restoring order to herself. She felt safe enough with Boris in the next room to take a quick shower and even wash her hair. She glanced curiously at the bottles, labelled in Russian. Though she spoke the language, she had never learned how to read it. She figured out quickly which was shampoo and which was conditioner.

She was in the process of rinsing conditioner from her hair when she heard a click and the door opened. She stiffened and glared over her shoulder. Of course, Godzilla would not respect a locked door and her wish for privacy. Her eyes widened and the breath caught in her throat when she saw that he wore not a single thing as he stepped into the washroom and closed the door quietly behind him.

She dropped her hands and continued to watch him suspiciously over her shoulder. She stood facing away from him as he stalked closer to the glass shower stall, his eyes sweeping over her naked body like he’d never seen a woman before. She knew that the hunger on his face was for her alone. An answering heat flared in her belly, though she tried to desperately to ignore it.

“No,” she said clearly, narrowing her eyes at him.

Though they had made love many times, she hadn’t seen him so closely, so clearly. He was magnificent. So tall and strong and broad. Muscles rippled all down his body, decorated in tattoos. Some were sweeping and beautiful, like the cross and the kneelingVirgin Mary, while others were stark and slashing, like the skulls and daggers. His penis jutted from a thick nest of dark hair, ready for her. The surrounding tattoos on his thighs looked terrifying next to his huge cock. She wondered again how she ever managed to fit him.

“Do not say no to me,” he growled, through the steamed glass. Even though the shower stall was raised, he was so much taller than her.

She turned and faced him boldly. His eyes dropped instantly to watch the streams of water caress the peaks of her taut breasts and make paths over her belly, down toward her aching pussy. She glared angrily at him.

“You drugged and kidnapped me,” she snapped.

He nodded. “I did. And I would do it again.”

“It hurts that you would do that to me, Boris!” She slapped a hand angrily against the glass separating them.

He opened the shower door and stepped up, crowding her inside the stall. She moved back against the wall, away from him. She shook her head as he advanced toward her.

“No!” she snapped.

“Stop saying that,” he growled down at her, reaching for her waist and pulling her against him. His thick cock pressed against her belly, nudging the underside of her wet breasts and drawing a gasp from her. “I wanted to give you time, Laneykotenok. I thought I could go back to building friendship with you until you forgave me. But I didn’t last five minutes thinking about you naked and wet in here. Can’t leave you alone.”

He picked her right up off her feet and pushed her back against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist. She gasped and clutched his shoulders, digging her short nails into the skin.

“Blyad, feels so fucking good when you use little claws,” he groaned, burying his head against her shoulder and licking the moisture from her skin. His penis was so long is nudged her from front to back, touching every part of her pussy and ass.

She moaned and tipped her head back against the wall, allowing the incredible sensations to flood through her. It felt like it had been weeks instead of a day since he had last been inside her. She ached for him, physically and emotionally. She wanted her behemoth lover in a way she couldn't explain, not even to herself.

“Don’t say no to me, little ninja,” he whispered, licking his way up to her ear. “Cannot let you go.”

“I shouldn’t… let you,” she gasped, squirming wetly against him. She could stop him if she wanted to, at least momentarily. A finger in the right pressure point, or a knee to the groin. But god help her, she wanted him so bad!

He slid a broad hand down her back and between her ass cheeks, sliding one long finger into her tight aching channel. Laney cried out and arched back against the marble wall, impaling herself deeper on his finger.

“Fuck!” he snarled, staring into her face as she rode his hand, reaching for her own orgasm.

He dropped his head and captured her engorged nipple between his lips, drawing on the small brown bud until her cries filled the bathroom. It didn’t take long before her pussy was tightening around his finger and the screams of pleasure strangled in her throat for long seconds as orgasmic pleasure crashed over her. She arched violently in his arms until he was forced to release her nipple and adjust his hold so she wouldn’t fall.

“Fuck,” he said again, watching in awe as she came down from a powerful orgasm. “More,” he growled, dropping her to her feet and forcing her to remain upright with a huge hand spread across her belly. He dropped to his knees in front of her and swung her leg over his shoulder, opening her pussy to his ravenous gaze.

“Boris, no!” she shrieked, reaching to push his head away and trying to close her legs, knowing the oral sensations would be too intense after such an explosive orgasm.

“Stop saying this to me!” he growled, gripping her wrists in one hand and holding them against her stomach while he spread her pussy wide with the fingers of his other hand.

“Ahhhh… oh my fucking god!” she yelled, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. The first touch of his tongue to her over-sensitized clit had her eyes flying open again and shrieks of pain and pleasure erupting from her throat. She jerked her hands desperately, but his hold was unbreakable. She had no choice but to accept the torturous licks of his broad, rough tongue.

She begged him to release her at the same time as thrusting her hips against his magical mouth, silently entreating him for more. He slid fingers into her slick passage and massaged her g-spot while rolling her clit between his tongue and teeth until she was screaming and thrashing in his tight hold. She came apart above him in breathtaking ecstasy that had him moving back quickly to catch her as she fell.

Laney didn’t have any time to recover. Boris pulled her swiftly underneath him until she was on her hands and knees on the slippery floor of the shower. She would have collapsed, except he held her body tightly against him. He moved behind her and she barely had time to register what was happening when he pulled her hips to him, lifting her completely, and thrust full length into her tight passage.

Laney arched back against him, screaming as the fullness of his rough entry hit her. She understood why he wanted so many orgasms from her. So, he could fuck her the way he wanted, hard and fast, without hurting her. She reached forward, bracing herself against the bottom of the shower as he pounded into her from behind. Her cries of building pleasure mingled with his grunts as they raced toward a violent peak together. She felt him lean back, though he still had an arm looped around her waist to hold her up and compensate for their height difference. She glanced over her shoulder and gasped as his hand came down on her upraised ass in a sharp slap.

Laney screamed in anger and pulled her hips forward. He jerked them back into his body, slamming into her again. She opened her mouth to yell at him and then realized that the smack on her ass was morphing into something pleasurable. Her mouth opened in surprise and then she gasped as his hand came down again in another crack. She was helpless, caught between anger and bliss each time he hit her ass cheeks, alternating between the two.

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