Page 51 of His Hold

“Hmmm, give me that sweet ass, let me mark it red,” he snarls.

I grind my pelvis against him, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, and bouncing up and down his length, chasing the edge he’s pushing me toward. He grunts his approval and smacks me again. Once. Twice. All in the same spot, the sting blooming into something twisted and delicious.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he moans, eyes locked on mine. “…perfect. Hot. Say it, baby. Tell me you belong to me, body and soul, while I fuck you senseless.”

“I belong to you body and soul,” I scream, my body shuddering as he rips the words from me. “Nikolai, fuck—keep going, don’t stop!”

He snarls, and one of his hands slides up to wrap around my throat. His fingers clamp down hard until my breath catches as his thumb presses into my windpipe.

“Say you’re nothing,” he demands, with a vicious thrust that’s harder, deeper. “Say it, Katya. Say you’re nothing without me fucking you like this.”

“I’m nothing,” I choke out, gasping as he squeezes tighter, cutting off my air until my lungs burn, fucking me so hard my vision blurs. “I’m nothing—God, Nik, I’m nothing without you!”

“Good girl,” he smiles wickedly, and continues slamming into me with savage force, the wet smack of our bodies obscene in the blood-soaked air. “Now say I own your every filthy thought. Say it while I choke you, baby, say it while I possess every fucking inch of you.”

“You own my every filthy thought,” I whimper, my voice breaking as his grip tightens further, causing my head to swim and my body to tremble from being on the edge of blacking out. “You own me—fuck, Nik, I can’t—”

“You can,” he snaps. His hips piston on as he drives me into the wall, his hand choking me until my pulse hammers under his fingers. “Say you’ll never escape my grip. Say it, Katya, say it while I fuck you like you deserve, and have you gasping for me.”

“I’ll never escape your grip,” I sob, barely audible, stars bursting behind my eyes as he pounds me mercilessly, my body limp and needy under his control. “Never—Nik, I’ll never escape you, please—”

“That’s right,” he rasps, voice wrecked, animalistic, his hand easing off my throat just enough for me to suck in a desperate breath before he clamps down again, harder, slamming into me like he’s trying to fuse us together. “You’re my toy to break, my hole to fuck, my soul to ruin. You crave this, don’t you? You’d let me choke you till you’re gone, fuck you till you’re almost lifeless, and you’d still beg for more.”

“Yes,” I moan, delirious, clinging to him as my body shakes, teetering on the edge of collapse. “I want it—choke me harder, fuck me deeper, break me, I don’t care—I need it, Nik, I need you like this.”

“I’m gonna come—” he grunts, charging into me harder, deeper, relentless. “I want you shaking, begging, breaking before I let you fall.”

I stifle a scream, my body screaming with the effort. “It’s too much…”

“I know…” He puts both hands under my ass, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and slams me down against his cock loudly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the chaos around us. His fingers dig into my flesh, bruising, possessive. “But you come only when I tell you to. Be good for me, Katya. Take it all. Take every fucking inch till you’re screaming my name and choking on it.”

“Yes…” I whimper, submitting completely, lost in the depravity of him, my head lolling as his thrusts shake me to my core.

He brings me up and slams me down again and I start moaning, thrashing, body a live wire under his control. “Say it again,” he growls with his hand shooting back to my throat, wrapping tight, squeezing until my eyes roll back, and my voice dies in my chest. “Say you belong to me body and soul, say you’re nothing, say you’ll never escape me—say it while I fuck you into the ground and choke the life out of you.”

“I belong to you body and soul,” I gasp, my voice a broken thread as his grip crushes my airway, my body jerking with each brutal thrust. “I’m nothing. I’m never escaping you—Nik, please—”

That’s when he lets me have it. “Go on, baby,” he says, hoarsely. “Come for me now. Let me feel you come on my dick, let me feel you shatter around me, Krasivaya.”

That’s all I need to tumble out and writhe against him, screaming his name as I come hard for this man, louder than I ever have. My voice tears through the air, throat raw under his unrelenting grip. I’m shaking, breaking, black spots swallowing my sight, but I don’t care—I’d go out like this, fucked meaningless by him, and still crave more. Because it’s him. Right now, and I suspect, for a long time, I’m always going to want him, always going to crave this sick, perverse pull between us.

He’s mine.

I’m his.

I don’t think there’s anything better than this, anything filthier than the way he’s claimed me.

He releases inside of me then, spilling his entire load inside my body, marking me from the inside out, his cock pulsing as he groans with his hand still tightly on my neck, “Moya Lyubov.”

My love.

That again, except this time when he says it, I feel something crack in my chest, a jagged split that bleeds out everything I’ve tried to hold back.

I want it. That’s how fucked up I am for this spiral of need deep he’s dragged me into.

Chapter 16

Nikolai

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