Page 39 of Vasily the Hammer

But I’m dying.

Oh, God.

“You feel that, don’t you? It keeps building . . . and building . . . and building.”

My body starts to shiver, a full vibration from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“You’re so fucking good,” he groans. “You’re mine, all mine. I’m keeping you forever.”

I open my mouth, and a deep, low keen from the depths of my soul leaks from it.

He pulls the rose off.

“No, Ana. You keep that inside. You let the pressure build, okay?”

The rose goes back on.

I start to sob, curling into him as much as I can, allowing no other outlet other than pushing into him with everything I’ve got.

He’s my skin.

He contains me.

“You keep yourself right there, Ana. You keep yourself there as long as you can, build all that pressure. Because everything it releases, you’ll need back. You’ll have to fill yourself back up. And with my cock plugging you, you won’t have any choice to fill back up with my seed.”

“Please!” I gasp, unable to contain myself much longer. I’m going to burst, and he’s not inside me. Everything he’s saying is so dumb— clearly no research told him this— but I want it.

I want it all.

I want to be filled with him.

And I can’t think straight, let alone voice my thoughts, when he’s controlling everything and torturing me and possessing me and loving me so damn hard. Because no one puts this much effort into crafting a permanent bond with someone else unless they love them like nothing else in the world.

I don’t know why I left. I don’t know if it was my choice or his or how long it’s been since I was here last, I just know I’m never going to leave again and nothing could take me away from him. He’d have to peel me off him to send me away, and he’d never do that.

He loves me.

“Now,” I moan, able to get that single syllable out, and then out and out and out, a chant as that damn rose wrecks my sanity.

“I’m going to fill everything,” he whispers against my ear. His words alone will surely break me. “My cum is going to be everywhere inside you, Ana, it will take over everything, to breed you over and over again.”

“Now now now now nooooooooooooow!”

His cock slides into me just in time for me to burst.

I turn my head into my pillow. I have no idea if we have neighbors; so far, I’ve seen this apartment and his office, nothing else. I’ve met Kostya and a couple delivery people, neither of whom spoke more than a couple words of English. If I ever spoke Spanish, it didn’t survive the concussion.

I was supposed to see a local neurologist as soon as I could, and I don’t even have a phone to set up an appointment.

So no, I don’t turn into the pillow to keep the neighbors from hearing me. I just need to be contained in every possible way. The way Vasily rolls over me just enough that his weight starts to press down does a great deal of it, but I need more.

I need to be held together at my seams.

I need all of me to be sealed up so I don’t lose another piece.

So I don’t lose any more of myself.

So I don’t lose Vasily ever again.

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