Page 35 of Twisted Obsession
“Yes, please,” she panted, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
Garbled words fell from her lips as I slammed into her, each thrust powerful and unyielding. Her body thrashed beneath me, helpless against the force of my movements. The crude, primal sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of raw, carnal desire.
“You love having both your holes stuffed,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, my voice a low, feral growl.
She nodded frantically, her head bobbing back and forth wildly with denial as I pounded into her with savage intensity. The room echoed with the sound of my hips slamming against her ass, a relentless, rhythmic beat that drove us both closer to the edge.
Sliding my hand beneath her, I closed my fingers around her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch. She gasped as I yanked her head back, her body arching against mine.
“Remember,kukolka,I will own every inch of you,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.
Kissing her temple, I murmured, “One day this ass will be mine. I’m going to place my cock against those untried muscles and I’m going to push slowly, so slowly you’ll feel like you’re dying. And you’ll scream my name,” I said, moving the plug back and forth to emphasize my words. “You’ll scream my name so loud over and over, the whole house will know who’s fucking you. I’ll be so deep inside you, stretching your ass until you feel like you’re being ripped in two. But you’ll take all nine inches of me. And I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so hard that you will never forget who you belong to.”
Lara writhed against me, her body aflame from the relentless assault of my touch. I could feel her orgasm building within her, a wild, coiling sensation climbing higher and higher, like a tempest about to break.
“That’s why I want your ass,kukolka,” I murmured, my voice a low growl. “Because then I will own every single part ofyou. And just like everything else about you, it belongs to me. It’s mine.”
Mykukolkareveled in dirty talk. I couldn’t tell if it was my words or my actions or the potent combination of both, but her mouth parted in a silent gasp, her eyes slammed shut, and she came with a scream that emptied her lungs. Her pussy clenched around my cock, and with one final, powerful thrust, I succumbed to the primal urge. I came with a roar, unable to hold back as her pussy contracted around me, milking me, drawing out every last drop of my hot cum. Soon, she would bear my child, the ultimate testament of my power.
Chapter Eighteen
Lara
Dmitri had made it clear that he was taking me out to dinner tonight, and under no circumstances was I to remove the butt plug from my body until he decided to do so himself. The damn thing had been a constant presence since this morning, and while the initial discomfort had faded, it still felt intrusive, especially with each movement or when I sat down. I ran a brush through my hair, smoothing out the soft, golden strands, before making my way to the closet to select something elegant to wear.
Upon returning to the bedroom, my eyes fell upon an exquisite emerald-green cocktail dress laid out on the bed, accompanied by a pair of delicate silver strappy heels. There was nothing else—no bra, no panties—implying that my attire for the evening consisted solely of the dress and, of course, the plug. As I held up the dress, the rich green fabric shimmered under the light, revealing its form-fitting design with a built-in bra and a daring high slit that rose to mid-thigh.
I slipped the dress over my head, feeling the smooth fabric glide down my curves before fastening the luxurious silk bow at the back of my neck. The ribbon cascaded elegantly down my back, a beautiful detail that demanded to be showcased. The dress fit like a dream, hugging my body with the precision of a tailor’s touch—just as every garment Dmitri had ever chosen for me had. Deciding to highlight the intricate bow, I swept my hair up, securing it to reveal the graceful lines of my neck and shoulders.
Pleased with my reflection, I left the bedroom, my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floors as I made my way downstairs to find Dmitri. As I descended the final step, a resonant male voice, deep and familiar, reached my ears from behind.
“Lara, you look exquisite.”
The words froze me in place, a chill prickling the nape of my neck as recognition stirred within me. That voice—undeniable and unsettling—stirred memories as his footsteps resounded on the polished marble floor, drawing closer until I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin.
“You look good enough to eat.” His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me against his firm chest as his lips grazed my exposed shoulder, whispering, “So sweet.”
“Uncle Ivan,” Dmitri greeted with a slight nod to the man who had just moments ago had his hands and lips on me. “I didn’t expect to see you this evening. If I had known you were coming over, I would have canceled our dinner reservations.”
“Nonsense,” Ivan waved dismissively, his voice smooth and confident. “I only came by to chat with you about an important matter. It shouldn’t take too much of your time.”
“Certainly. We can talk in my study,” Dmitri offered, gesturing toward a dimly lit hallway. “Lara, why don’t you wait for me in the library?”
“It was nice to finally meet you, Larissa. Hopefully, we’ll get to know each other better,” Ivan said with a sly smile, leaning in to plant a kiss on my cheek that lingered uncomfortably close to my ear. “Yummy,” he whispered, his breath warm and unsettling.
I held my breath as Ivan disappeared with Dmitri into his study, feeling a chill run down my spine. Dmitri’s uncle wasn’t one of the men who sat at the dining room table, yet he bore the same ominous skull tattoo inked on his hand. It was as if I had been transported back home, where that same haunting voice echoed in my mind—a voice I could never forget.
I paused outside Dmitri’s study, straining to catch snippets of their conversation, but only muffled voices reached my ears, indistinct and frustratingly vague. Realizing I wouldn’t hear anything useful, I turned on my stiletto heels, the sharp sound echoing in the hallway, and headed to the library as instructed.
As I swung open the heavy doors of the library, my eyes immediately landed on a decanter of amber liquor sitting on an end table between two plush chairs. Leather and aged books perfumed the room. Dmitri didn’t approve of me drinking, but knowing who was responsible for my mama’s death warranted at least one drink. Maybe two.
By the time Dmitri entered the library, I was on my third drink; the alcohol buzzing through my veins. I was drunk, yet not nearly as intoxicated as I desired to be. I downed the rest of my drink in one swift motion, the liquid burning my throat, and walked as gracefully as my inebriated state allowed toward him, seething hatred simmering beneath my gaze as I stared up at him.
“Your uncle Ivan was at my house the night of my mother’s murder. He put the damn bullet between her eyes,” I cursed, my voice trembling with anger as I pounded my fist against his chest. “You might not have pulled the trigger, but you knew exactly who did.”
He gently pulled my fist away from his chest, his fingers wrapping tightly around mine. “You’re drunk,” he said, his voice calm but firm as he pulled my glass from my other hand.
“Not even close,” I retorted, yanking my hands free from his grip.
