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When he finally lifts me, he’s quiet. He helps me down, brushes my hair behind my ear, and wraps his arms around me like I’m something he’s not ready to let go of.
I don’t pull away.
Chapter 9
Lev
I don’t knock on Anya’s door this time because I’m not here to be careful or ask.
My knuckles are bruised from the meeting and my shirt is damp with vodka from a glass I didn’t sip gently enough. I can still feel the sting of dried blood under my nails.
I’ve waited and been gentle enough.
Today I don’t want to reason. I just want her.
Her room is dim with a faint fire glowing at the hearth. I can tell she just woke fully from my loud entrance. She’s half-sitting in bed in nothing but one of my shirts with her hair damp and knees, drawn up.
She sees me and she doesn’t flinch.
“Lock it,” she says.
I do and drop my jacket to the floor. I walk to her without speaking, grab her by the waist, and pull her to the edge of the bed.
She gasps when I flip her onto her stomach and haul the shirt up to her lower back.
I hear her voice through my lust-filled haze, “Don’t be gentle.”
I never planned to be.
Her ass is perfect, round and firm, begging to be spanked. I smack it hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. She cries out, arching her back as if offering herself to me.
I can't wait any longer; I need to feel her tight hole wrapped around me.
I line up the head of my cock with her entrance, rubbing it up and down her wet folds. She moans and pushes back against me, trying to impale herself on my length. I grab her hips tightly, holding her in place as I begin to push inside.
She's so fucking tight, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to slam into her hard and fast.
She feels so good, her walls pulsing around me, trying to draw me further inside. She pants heavily, her body trembling with need.
I lean down, breath hot at her ear.
“You’re sure you can take it?”
"Please," she begs again, pushing back against me.
That's all the encouragement I need.
I withdraw slowly, almost entirely exiting her gripping heat, before slamming back into her with force. She screams at the intrusion, her body rocking forward with the impact.
I set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and deep, chasing my own release. She is soaking wet, squelching loudly as I pound into her. I lean over her body with my chest pressing against her back and mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss.
"Fuck, Anya. You take me so well," I groan, nipping at her neck as I fuck her harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the room.
My hands roam her body, squeezing her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples until she gasps in pain mixed with pleasure. I sit back, grabbing her hips hard enough to leave bruises, using them for leverage as I wreck her. My balls slap against her clit with each thrust, driving her wild.
She asked for this. I warned her and she still begged.
I pull out halfway again before slamming back in, reveling in how her screams grow louder. Her voice breaks as I go harder and deeper. I don’t let her catch her breath. Her hands twist in the sheets, and she lifts her hips for more, already shaking.
