Page 31 of Twisted Obsession
I growled, a primal sound from deep within my chest as my tongue snaked inside her. She whined in pleasure, her body begging for more, like a greedy supplicant.
Dragging my tongue up to her clit, I wrapped my lips around her aching bud, devouring it mercilessly. I swirled my tongue over her hard button, feeling her moan wildly beneath me. Her hips began to buck and gyrate, pushing against my mouth in a desperate dance of desire.
Cries tumbled from her lips like a waterfall, unbidden and raw, as I dragged my tongue up and down her pussy lips. I swirled it around her clit, while delivering sharp spanks to her ass, one cheek and then the other, to halt her frantic movements.
Dragging two fingers over her slippery lips, I slowly sank them into her, feeling her tighten around me like a vise. Lara gasped at the intrusion, her back arching off the bed, a silent plea for more.
“I can feel your greedy little pussy squeezing my fingers,kukolka. So fucking tight,” I rasped against her thigh, nipping at the skin, making her gasp.
Adding a third finger, I could feel her body shudder, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
“That’s it,kukolka, squeeze,” I groaned as I curled all three of them inside her, feeling her walls clamp down. “I want you to feel how fucking full you will be when my cock is inside you.”
As I continued to drag my tongue over her clit, swirling while fucking her with my fingers, I could feel her getting hotter and wetter, her body tensing on the verge of going over the edge. With another strike to her ass, she broke, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Her screams of ecstasy echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure resonating against my fingers as her hipsundulated against my mouth, like waves crashing against the shore.
Before she could fully catch her breath, I flipped her over, her body supple and willing beneath my touch. I positioned myself behind her, the heat of her slick entrance beckoning me.
Tangling my hand in her hair, I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a low growl, “Now, it’s my turn to take what is mine.”
In one swift, fluid motion, I plunged forward, burying myself deep inside her. Lara gasped, her hips rocking back and forth, sheathing me completely. My hand tightened in her hair, tugging her head back, as I ground deeper and deeper inside her, a primal rhythm taking over.
I hissed in pleasure, the sound escaping through clenched teeth as I moved with intensity, our bodies slapping together in a filthy, erotic symphony.
So fucking good
I moved my hand, still glistening with her juices, to her lips, sinking my fingers into her mouth, wanting her to taste the essence of her own desire. Her sweet, musky scent filled the air, a heady perfume that intoxicated me.
Little did she know, her sweet little cunt had power over me, a power I wanted to possess, to control, to dominate.
I removed my fingers from her mouth and grasped her hips, my grip firm, showing her that she was mine to command.
“That’s it,kukolka. Come for me. Show me how a good slut comes for her husband,” I growled, my voice hoarse with lust.
My world exploded, and I tipped over the precipice. The orgasm tore through my core, muscles twisting and contorting as ecstasy thundered through me, my vision blurring into a blaze of white-hot pleasure.
Chapter Sixteen
Lara
When I opened my eyes, I discovered Dmitri’s side of the bed vacant. The only traces of his presence were the shallow indentation on the pillow and the lingering physical memory of how he had claimed me last night. Slowly, I stretched my aching limbs, feeling the subtle pull of muscles, before retrieving my nightgown, which lay carelessly discarded on the hardwood floor.
A slender beam of light filtered through the towering windows, casting a golden line across the room, announcing the arrival of morning. I pulled the soft nightgown over my head, its silky fabric cascading down my body. With bare feet, I padded over to the window, drawing back the heavy curtains to invite the full brilliance of the morning sun to flood the room. The sun’s gentle caress on my face was invigorating, a tender reminder of the new day.
Last night with Dmitri was strangely different from our encounter in the dining room Despite the initial, searing pain of his massive cock pumping deeper and deeper inside me, it gradually transformed into a sensation so intensely pleasurable that I craved more of him. His words, though harsh and degrading, ignited a strange thrill within me, sending me spiraling into confusion about my own desires. Was I truly descending into madness? What kind of woman revels in being called a slut?
When he first took my virginity, rage had consumed me, and I had wanted nothing more than to end him. Yet now, my feelings were tangled and uncertain. Dmitri remained a dangerous man, a predator cloaked in charisma. The longer I stayed under his control, the further I drifted from my true self.
In two weeks, we would be bound in marriage. It was my sole opportunity to escape. The mansion would be bustling with guests, presenting the perfect cover for my flight. Once free from Dmitri’s grasp, I needed to find a way to contact Chloe. Her father had the resources to help me locate my real father. He was the only person who could end Dmitri once and for all.
After taking a refreshing shower and dressing in a floral print skirt that fluttered around my knees and a silk blouse that shimmered softly in the morning light, I left the bedroom and made my way down the polished marble staircase to the kitchen, where the promise of breakfast awaited. The memory of the heated exchange with Dmitri in the dining room loomed over me like a storm cloud, urging me to seek refuge in my room, my appetite replaced by a knot of anxiety. But now, hunger clawed at my insides, demanding attention.
In the kitchen, the warm, savory aroma of scrambled eggs filled the air. Marta stood by the stove, her movements precise as she prepared to dish up the golden eggs onto a platter.
“Good morning. You’re just in time for breakfast,” she said with a warm smile, carrying the platter over to the center island with practiced ease. “How about a cup of coffee?”
“That would be wonderful,” I replied, grateful for the offer.
