Page 55 of Confession
I don’t at first. I just stand there, disoriented, dizzied by the shifts inside me, horrified and thrilled by his anger as he yanks off his jacket and throws it on the table. He rips off his cufflinks and tosses them. One rolls off the table and clinks onto the floor.
“Now!” he snaps.
He has more clothes to take off than I do, but I’m slow and clumsy. I feel half drugged, like I don’t know how I got here. He’s naked, his dick jutting out hard, when I still have my jeans on.
He smacks my hands out of the way when I reach for my belt. He roughly unbuckles it then whips it free of my belt loops. The sound makes me shudder and pitch into him.
He grabs me to him, fingers digging into my back, and whispers in my ear, “Is that what you really want?” He trails the belt against my back.
I press my face into his neck as I shiver. Yes, that’s what I want. But he throws down the belt and roughly pops the button of my jeans.
“I can punish you just fine without that,” he snarls and yanks down my zipper.
He shoves my pants and briefs down. I cry out as my cock gets yanked down by the elastic only to slap back up. Vitali steps on my pants between my legs. I stumble as I get out of them. I’m off balance when he grabs the back of my neck and walks me toward the bed. I fall onto it when he lets go.
I half wake up from this weird state I’m in when he opens my bedside drawer. I reach out to stop him, but he smacks my handaway and grabs the lube. When the drawer slaps shut, I fall back, yielding.
The lube pumps noisily into Vitali’s hand. I watch him slick his straining dick. He’s not looking at me, thank god.
He gets on the bed and roughly maneuvers me onto my front. He yanks up my hips, shoves my legs apart, and sets his cockhead against my hole.
He forces his way inside me in, pushing past my body’s resistance. I bury my face in the sheets, grunting and letting out sharp sounds at the pain, so fucking relieved by it, so desperate for it that I’m shaking.
“So that’s what you want, huh?” he demands when he’s all the way inside me.
“Yes.”
He makes an angry sound and draws back, dragging his cock through my tight channel. He punches back in, driving a sharp cry from me.
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you, Quinn? Is that what you like?”
I can only moan, which pisses him off. He smashes my head down and fucks me so hard that his pelvis is smacking my ass, his cock is plunging with filthy sounds, his balls are slapping me, and I fly out of myself.
I come all over the sheets, thrashing under his brutal hold. He keeps fucking me. Smacking, thrusting into me, hitting my prostrate again and again. My mind is empty, my body overwhelmed. I scream into the sheets when I come again.
It’s too much. I’m shaking. I feel sick.
“Is this red yet?” Vitali demands as he keeps fucking me. “Answer me!”
“No.”
He growls furiously and intensifies his assault until I come again so hard that I collapse under him, only half aware as mybody spasms through my orgasm and his cock pumps hotly into me.
I’m still jerking through the aftershocks when he pulls out of me. He’s grunting, struggling, still in his orgasm. His cum splashes onto my back like he didn’t even want to finish inside me.
His knees give out and he falls beside the bed. He’s up almost at once. My head is turned the other way, so I don’t see him, but I do hear his bare feet slapping across the floor. He doesn’t even grab his clothes. Naked and furious, he yanks open my door and snaps it shut as he leaves.
I curl up on the bed, filthy with my cum and his. I’m empty like I need to be. I don’t feel anything, so I don’t really know why tears start leaking from my eyes.
SEVENTEEN
Vitali
“You need to talk to him.”
Sasha’s words, which are somewhere between unwanted advice and inaccurate assessment, don’t even get me to look up from my computer. I punch a few numbers in.
“He’s the one who needs to talk to me, which he consistently refuses to do. And I can smell that taco from here.”
