Page 11 of His Order

Pavel

I dragged Anya into my room, and now she is sprawled across my bed. She didn’t mind much. I think she likes this game. Nevertheless, her green eyes are blazing. She’s so fucking tired after yesterday and now when she tried to cut me. Little rabbit. She’s not going anywhere, and I’m starting to think that the best way to keep her next to me is to submit her to me.

My hands move along her curves, and she doesn’t complain as I unbutton the shirt she had been wearing and then pin her wrists above her head, my grip unyielding, my body looming over hers as I press her into the mattress. I start kissing her face slowly, then my lips clash with hers, and her mouth opens with her tongue, inviting me. I moved down to her neck, brushing my lips against her skin as I moved lower to her breasts. I take her nipple into my mouth and start playing with it with my teeth and tongue. Her beautiful pink nipple perks up right in my mouth.

I like her like this. She’s naked and vulnerable, her skin still flushed from earlier, and I can feel every shift of her muscles as she tests my hold.

“Let’s go. Punish me, you asshole.”

I smirk, tightening my fingers just enough to make her breath hitch. “No, zayka, I think I prefer you like this.”

I shift my weight, pinning her hips beneath mine, and grind my cock against her belly through my jeans, letting her feel the hard, deliberate pressure. I dive my fingers into her cunt, and I can feel how hot she is. She is moaning under me, breathing heavily.

“Tell me,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding as I lean closer, my breath brushing her cheek. “What did you find when you were browsing through Dmitri’s empire?”

She stiffens, her body going rigid beneath me. “Nothing,” she spits, the word too quick, too brittle.

“Wrong answer.” My free hand finds her thigh, delivering a slight slap that echoes in the quiet room. She gasps, her body jolting, and I feel the ripple of tension as she fights to suppress her reaction. I soothe the sting with a slow stroke, my fingers lingering. “Try again.”

Her breath comes faster, uneven, but she jerks her head to the side, refusing to yield. “Fuck you.”

Another slap on her ass, more brutal this time, and her hips twitch despite herself, a stifled sound catching in her throat. I lean in, my lips grazing her ear.

“You’re only making this harder, zayka.” I press my cock more firmly against her belly, the heat of my arousal a constant reminder as I hold her down, her wrists still locked in my grip.

“Get off me, bastard,” she snarls, her voice ragged. Then I slam my mouth onto hers again, not letting her speak. As I start kissing her, my hands moving around her body with hunger, I move down to the “little rabbit’s hole,” and again, my tongue finds those juices it loves so much. My tongue is rolling around her clitoris, plunging in and out.

“Pavel… please…” she moans.

“Please, what, zayka?”

“Please, I need your cock inside of me. Either you do it, or you don’t.” Suddenly her hand is on my cock. How did I lose control so fast? As she grabs my cock, she pulls down my pants. Now, I am lying on the bed, and her head is right in front of my shaft. She is on her knees, looking me right in the eyes. Those defiant green eyes. She opens her mouth, takes out that filthy tongue of hers, and starts licking it from bottom to top, swirlingher little tongue on the tip of my cock. What is this woman doing? Suddenly, she spits on my dick and starts swallowing it whole.

“God. Pavel. You are so big. Oh my…” She says as she continues to go up and down on my penis. I can’t hold it anymore, and I can’t allow myself not to have her. I pull her hair and then grab her arms and throw her on her back.

“Open up, zayka,” I order her. She spreads her legs so wide, and I plummet my cock right inside of her. As her walls clench around my cock, I start moving fast, as if it is the last fuck I am ever going to give. One. Two. Three. She is moving under me, fast. Her legs are wrapped around my waist.

“Ahhh, Pavel, this feels soooo good!!!” she screams. This feels surreal to me, too. Her pussy is so wet, my dick slipping in and out. I cannot control myself. I flip her around, put her on her belly, and raise her hips. My cock continues to penetrate her, her cunt wrapped around my dick. Feels so warm as her juices are dripping on me. I can feel her body losing control. My mind and body are also losing control as I continue to move in and out of her.

“Pavel, I am going to come now. Right now!!!” and she jolts. Her body spasms, and the walls of her pussy clench around my shaft; I can feel her pulsating. I can see from her profile the side of her face, and she is biting the pillow under her face, moaning. I cum straight into her. I don’t care about anything. My cock is filling her hole with my sperm, and it’s the best feeling ever. We finish together. I roll on my back next to her. Kissing her gently on her cheek.

I chuckle. My hand slides up her thigh again, resting just close enough to tease. “So, little rabbit, please tell me now. What did you find?”

Her jaw clenches, her eyes burning with hatred, but she doesn’t answer. I tighten my hold on her wrists, grinding againsther belly once more, slow and relentless. “You can fight me all you want,” I say, my tone smooth and unyielding, “but I’ll get the truth one way or another.”

A long, tense stillness stretches between us, her chest heaving as she glares up at me. Then, finally, her voice barely audible, she mutters, “I was looking for someone.”

Satisfaction flares through me, sharp and sweet. “Good girl,” I murmur, easing my grip on her wrists and pulling back just enough to let her breathe. She scrambles away the moment I release her, snatching the sheet to cover herself as she bolts for the bathroom. The door slams and the shower kicks on seconds later.

I lean back but then go after her.

“What’s it to you? And why would I help you with anything, seeing as you won’t tell me why you need this information?” I hear the rise in her voice, but she doesn’t let the anger overcome her. “If anything, I want both you and him dead.”

“You already tried with me, and you failed, sweetheart. You will need to do a little better.”

I walk over to her and stop when I’m only a foot away from her. I observe her face for a moment. Her green eyes are molten with emotion. “And if you failed with me, then you won’t even get the chance to hold a blade in the presence of Dmitri. Without me there, you won’t even make it within a hundred feet of him.”

She clamps her mouth shut. I can tell that she wants to say a lot, but she keeps it in, and it kills her. I grab her chin and pull her toward me gently. She claws at my wrist, but I only hold onto her tighter.

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