Page 43 of The Den of Sin
His mouth left a hot, searing trail all over my skin as he made his way down my neck, trailing kisses down my body. Licking, sucking, and biting at my skin, in all the right places, making my body sensitive all over.
My head thrashed against the pillow, my lids closed, enjoying the sensation. I felt him nuzzle the soft skin in my inner thigh, inhaling deeply.
“You smell delicious,” he murmured, his lips briefly connecting with my pussy. “I’m going to feast on your tight pussy.”
A loud moan sounded in the dorm room, the small dorm bed protesting at the weight of two bodies. My head thrashed back and forth against the pillow.
“Open your eyes, malyshka.” His voice was stern, deep and rattled my insides. My eyes peeled open. “Watch me eat your pussy.”
Our gazes met, his pale eyes on me as he lowered his mouth and licked my slit. A shudder ran through my body, and I resisted the urge to throw my head back. Instead, I focused on his eyes, watching him devour me like a rare dessert.
“Mmmmm.” Vasili’s rumble shot straight to my core. “So fucking good.”
His mouth latched onto my clit, sucking hard and fast, alternating between licking and sucking. My insides burned, my muscles clenched with the need igniting within me. His mouth on my most intimate part was a turn on but watching him as he ate me out was mind-blowing eroticism.
His inked finger slid inside me, his mouth relentlessly sucking. “Yes, Vasili,” the moan left my lips on a tremble.
His finger pumped in and out, my back arching off the bed into his touch. “So fucking beautiful,” he groaned. His finger reached a spot inside me and my whole body tensed. My blood burned, flames licking at my skin as I flew for heights I had never known.
“Oh my fucking God,” I screamed out, my body bucking against his finger.
My insides squeezed around his finger but he kept pumping and licking. The entire time, I watched him through heavy eyelids, breathing heavily as his gaze locked on me.
Before I even had a chance to come down from the most incredible orgasm, his big body hovered over mine, holding himself up by his strong arms and he thrust inside me, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he groaned. My hands wrapped around his neck, searching out his lips like I was dying from thirst and he was the only drop of water around. Our movements synchronized, he moved hard in and out of me, igniting the flames all over again. Our bodies fit perfectly together, despite the difference in our size.
He gritted out unrecognizable words, his hips working like pistons and my fingers dug into his back, holding on.
“Don’t stop!” I screamed, demanding more pleasure. I had waited for this for so long. He was the reason I never slept with anyone over the last three years. I wantedhim, only him. He pushed deeper and harder into me, both of our moans and grunts echoing in the room. Hell, probably the entire floor heard us. “Yes, yes. Oh my God. Yes!”
My body shattered into a million little pieces, white lights burst behind my eyelids. I shook in the intensity of the pleasure he gave me, my pussy clenching, squeezing around his cock. His head buried in the crook of my neck, foreign words tumbling over his lips as he followed me right over the edge, his cock twitching inside me.
The scene changed and early morning sunrays glimmered in Vasili’s golden hair. He watched me with those eyes, the expression unreadable. I didn’t want to hear his next words. I knew what was coming next but I wanted a different ending.
“Isabella Taylor, this was just a fuck.” A cruel smile and cold eyes on Vasili’s face pierced through my heart and my body shook.
Just a fuck. Just a fuck. Just a fuck.
“You shouldn’t play with wolves, Isabella.”
I shot up in the bed, my breathing labored. I had to blink my eyes several times to clear my mind.It’s not really happening now.That was a long time ago.
My hand reached for my chest, the heart thundering underneath my palm and the pain at hearing those words still lingered between each heartbeat.
Vasili would be my downfall. It was only a matter of time before I succumbed to his will. I knew it.Heknew it. I wanted him despite it all. The little glimpses of the man I saw over the first three years of my college and the passionate man that devoured my body would forever haunt me. I should remember his cruelty, his ruthlessness but those always faded away, leaving me longing for the Vasili that worshiped me that night, for the man that sent me flowers congratulating me on a job well done on exams. My mother never remembered, but Vasili remembered. My birthdays, my exams, my parties… he remembered it all.
I stared through the dark at the ceiling, the memories of that night swirling in my mind and filling my chest with emotions. If only my mother had not kept her whole life a secret, and I was prepared. Instead, it all came crashing down after that night. He opened the floodgates because after that night, I learned so much more than just about my mother’s affair with Nikola Nikolaev, Vasili’s father. Mom’s life was cloaked in so many secrets, my whole identity and how I came to be was a shock once I started looking into it all after my mother’s death.
I still couldn’t understand what kind of revenge sleeping with his enemy’s daughter was. I half expected Vasili to go and brag to my mother but that never happened. Maybe because she died too soon. I wished I knew, but there was nobody to ask. Except for Vasili, and I wouldn’t give him any more ammunition.
I threw the blankets off and got out of bed. I knew there was no sense in lying in bed. I wouldn’t be able to get any more rest. Glancing at the clock, I saw the time. It was barely four in the morning.
I headed out, hoping for some fresh air. Maybe I could sit by the pool and listen to the movement of the pool water.
Careful not to wake anyone up, I headed through the hallways of the house and out the French doors onto the patio. I half expected the alarm to go off but was relieved when silence continued.
In my shorts and a tank top, I sat on the edge of the pool and listened. I needed that familiar sound of the water moving back and forth, waves crashing against the shore. Whenever I was upset growing up, I sat on the beach and listened to the waves crashing against the shore. This was the closest I could get to waves against the shore right now.
