Page 60 of Violent Love: Viktor
Because Master owned every hole I had.
I leaned forward, palms gripping the bedspread for leverage as I began to rock my hips, dragging his cock from the grip of my ass before sinking it back in. Slow at first. Careful. Every movement sent a pulse of burn and stretch through my core, but I welcomed it. Needed it. The fullness, the pressure—how it made my eyes water and my toes curl.
His hands stayed at my waist, not guiding, just watching. Letting me take what I could handle. What I thought I could handle.
I rolled my hips again, this time faster. Harder. The sting returned with every slap of skin against skin, and I groaned into the sheets. The head of his cock dragged along my inner walls, thick and unforgiving, rubbing the same bruised spot that made me clench without meaning to.
Pain bloomed. I didn’t stop.
“Fuck, your filthy little hole’s greedy,” he hissed behind me.“Look at you—needing it rough.”
I needed it worse.
I slammed back harder, using the bed for momentum, impaling myself again and again until the pain blurred with pleasure and the sounds of slick friction filled the room. His cock hit deep, forcing the plug of pressure even deeper every time I bounced on him, grinding the edge of pain into something devastatingly sweet.
With a snarl, he sat up behind me, leaving us joined. He pushed me flat on the bed and yanked my legs out straight. I felt his weight settle on the back of my thighs.
His hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging in as he finally moved—slow at first, dragging his cock from the grip of my ass only to ram it back in, making me yelp into the bedding.
“That’s better,” he growled.“Use me all you want, pet, but don’t think I won’t take what’s mine too.”
I moaned, writhing against him as the ache deepened, raw and perfect. Each thrust sent a shock of heat through my belly, grinding pressure against nerves already wrecked from hours of use. I clawed at the bed, desperate for more—more stretch, more pain, more of his brutal rhythm.
He reached down, yanked my head back by the mask strap, and leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck.“You’re going to cum like this, aren’t you? With your hole ruined and your Master deep in your guts?”
“Yes—Master—please—”
“That’s right,” he hissed, slamming in harder now, no mercy.“Beg for your filthy little hole to be filled. Scream for it.”
I choked on a cry, body locking as the orgasm tore through me—violent and unstoppable. My whole body spasmed, clenching down so hard I felt him shudder behind me.
He grunted, cursed, then pulled out just enough to slam back in with a punishing snap.
“That’s it,” he growled, voice thick.“Take it all. Take every last drop like my perfect little fucktoy.”
I felt him pulse inside me. Hot bursts of his cum filled me up while my asshole continued to milk him.
His low moan rang in my ears. I took every drop in my ruined hole, but my filthy soul still hungered for more.
Chapter 27
Viktor
Sweat clung between us, slick where her back met my chest. I dragged my tongue along her shoulder blade, salt and skin heavy on my tongue.
All mine.
A moan slipped from her lips as her asshole clenched around my cock again—tight and needy. The hiss left me before I could stop it. I ground myself against her ass, groaning low.
Insatiable little bitch.
She didn’t just take everything—I think she needed to.
I hadn’t expected this kind of hunger from Natalya. That fire inside her. Owning her had shattered every rule I thought I understood about women.
Now I saw why the Pakhan never let hiskrolikstray far.
I braced on my arms, lifting just enough to ease the heat between us.
