Page 18 of His Order

“Say it,” he hisses.

“Say what?” I pant.

His hand slides up my throat, over the curve of my jaw. He pushes my head to the side gently, mouth brushing my ear again.

“That you want me to devour you.”

I grind back against him, defiant. “Do it, asshole.”

His hands are on me, everywhere. Tight and unyielding. His breath is hot against my skin, each exhale sending shivers down my spine, but it’s the control that gets to me—the way he owns every inch of me.

There is something about the way he holds me that makes me want to surrender. To let go. To stop pretending I don’t crave this—the dominance, the control. The chaos.

I can barely breathe and can’t focus on anything but the way his body is pressed against mine. The weight of him is overwhelming, suffocating, and I fucking love it.

“Say it,” he growls again, his voice low and dangerous. “Tell me you want me to ruin you.”

I grit my teeth. “I don’t fucking beg anymore,” I snap.

He’s too fucking pleased with himself, and it pisses me off. But I’m not the one with the power right now.

He drags me back against him, and the feel of his cock, hard and unforgiving, makes my stomach flip. The sting from his slap still burns across my skin, a delicious reminder of how far he’s willing to take this.

“Not begging,” he mutters, his voice dropping to a dangerous pitch, “but you’re fucking begging for this. I can feel it.”

He slams his hips against me with a force that sends a shockwave through my body, making my knees give way beneath me. My body betrays me, responding instinctively before my mind can catch up; my back arches involuntarily, and my breath catches in my throat. I despise how effortlessly he strips me of control, leaving me at the mercy of this raw, overwhelming sensation.

“Don’t think for one second I don’t see right through you, Anya,” he whispers harshly. “You want this. You want me to break you.”

“I want you to shut the fuck up,” I snap, my voice shaking. I can’t back down now. I can’t let him win.

His grip tightens, his hand on my throat squeezing just enough to remind me that he could crush me if he wanted to. “You think you’re in control here, zayka?” His fingers dig intomy skin as he speaks, making my pulse race. “You’re not. Not anymore.”

I dig my nails into the wall, desperate to hold on to something that doesn’t feel like him. But it’s useless. I’m fucking lost in him, in the dark, twisted energy we’ve created.

With a quick motion, Pavel spins me back around to face him. My wrists are still bound by his belt, and I hate how exposed I feel, how vulnerable, but I can’t stop myself from reaching for him.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he warns, his eyes flashing with a warning I’m not sure I want to heed.

I don’t listen. I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down, crashing my lips into his, all teeth and aggression. He responds immediately, his mouth taking mine with a savagery that matches everything else about him. The kiss is punishing and brutal, and I feel like I’m drowning in it. But for once, I don’t care.

I’m not fighting him anymore. I’m letting him have me. Letting him destroy me.

His hands slide down my body, tracing every curve, every line as if he’s mapping me out. When his hand slips between my thighs, I gasp, the sound raw and unrestrained. He smirks against my lips, knowing precisely what he’s doing to me.

“I knew it,” he breathes. “You want this.”

And I do. God help me, I fucking do.

He doesn’t give me time to respond, doesn’t give me time to think. He pulls me back to the wall again, pressing his body against mine, his hardness grinding against me as he slides his hand lower. He’s fucking ruthless with the way he moves, taking from me, owning me.

“Say it,” he demands once more, his voice dark with command. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I hate how much I need this. Hate how his dominance sends me spiraling. But I can’t stop it.

“Fuck you,” I rasp, my voice rough from the kiss. “Do it, you piece of shit. Ruin me.”

And that’s the last thing I say before he slams into me, the pain and pleasure colliding in a way that leaves me gasping for air, drowning in his brutality.

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