Page 31 of His to Ruin

“Not if you don’t want to.”

I look up at him, stunned he would make that concession to me. I know how marriages work in our world. It’s important to formalize the union. Faced with Piotr’s enemies and business associates alike, our bond has to be unassailable. Besides, despite my reservations about Piotr, I am deeply attracted to him and I’m ready to do this.

“I want to.”

Piotr gets up and deposits me carefully on the bed. He strips off his clothes, removing his shirt first. He’s muscular without being heavy. A couple of tattoos are inked on his glowing skin. The one on his shoulder is of an eight-pointed star, which I believe signifies his high rank within the organization. The tattoo over his heart is in Cyrillic script. I have no idea how to read it.

“Moya zhizn’ za bratstvo,” Piotr says with an air of pride when he catches me staring. “It’s my pledge to the brotherhood.”

He removes his shoes and socks before unzipping his pants and lowering them along with his boxer shorts. My mouth drops open as his cock springs free. It shouldn’t surprise me that this man is well-endowed, but I wasn’t prepared for this first sight of him. Logically, I know he’ll fit inside my body, but I can’t help but wonder how.

“Lie back,” Piotr instructs.

I scramble into position, not knowing what to do with my hands as Piotr climbs onto the bed. My ass is sore, but that’s soon forgotten as he parts my thighs and stares down at me as if this is the first time he’s seen this intimate view. Strictly speaking I suppose it is from this angle.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to fill it with my cock.”

Heat rises to my cheeks. I both love and hate the way he speaks so plainly about sex. Dario tried to talk dirty to me, but like everything else about him, it left me cold. I still don’t know how I fell for his golden boy football star persona.

Piotr grabs my foot and kisses the side of it. My lips form an O. Who knew that could be so erotic? He drags his lips slowly up my leg to my inner thigh, making me squirm as anticipation builds. Parting my legs farther, he swipes his tongue along the length of my pussy. The most intense humming sensation travels through my lower body. I can barely stand it.

As Piotr laps at my sensitized flesh, I wriggle. When he pushes his tongue inside me, I lift my hips from the bed. Piotr splays a hand across my abdomen to hold me down as he continues his intimate exploration. Holy shit! I have never felt anything like this. He swirls his tongue around the edge of the hole and my eyes roll back as the pleasure grows. I’m close to orgasm when Piotr pulls back. I whine in frustration.

“When you come, you’ll come with my cock deep inside you.”

He positions himself over me. Propped up on his palms, he studies my face.

“Is this your first time?”

“Yes.” My tone is indignant. I’m insulted by the question. I already intimated to him that night at my house I’m a virgin.

“Then I’ll take it slow.”

I shake my head. Slow and steady is not what I want. It won’t satisfy my needs. “No, just do it.”

“You’re sure? It will hurt.”

I know it will, but drawing the moment out will only make things worse. I want to get past the pain and onto the pleasurable part. Piotr can make this good for me. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. A man like him prides himself on his ability to make a woman come.

“I’m sure.”

Piotr wastes no more time. He shoves his cock into me, hard. I squeal in pain and shock at the sudden invasion. He holds still as my eyes fill with tears.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” At least I will be. Though I can’t read concern on his face, the fact he’s checking I’m alright helps me relax. My body softens a little as I get used to having his massive cock inside me. I’ve read descriptions of this moment, of feeling stretched, experiencing fullness, but I never expected being joined with a man to be so overwhelming for my emotions. I want to laugh and cry at the same time.

When Piotr moves, it’s with shallow thrusts at first, but he soon picks up the pace. I wrap my legs around his waist and try to match his rhythm as he fucks me ruthlessly, too wrapped up in chasing his own release to worry about whether he’s hurting me. I assume my gasps and moans tell him I’m enjoying this.

I dig my nails into his broad shoulders to spur him on. This wild, abandoned version of Piotr is what I craved without realizing it. I’ve never seen the stoic Russian so close to losing control. Knowing his lack of composure is for me is exhilarating.

“So perfect,” he murmurs. “My bride takes my cock so well.”

He toys with my nipple, flicking a finger back and forth over the taut peak. Goosebumps spread across my skin as my clit beats a rapid tempo. My body clenches around Piotr’s length. My back arches off the bed and I scream as an orgasm grips me and refuses to let go.

A tsunami of pleasure threatens to sweep me away, but suddenly Piotr is lying next to me, dragging me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest and listen to the reassuring beat of his heart as the tremors shaking my body slowly subside.

“That was incredible,malyskha.” He kisses my forehead. “Just as I knew it would be.”

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