Page 102 of His Darkest Obsession
He withdraws until only the tip of him remains inside me, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. Then with one powerful thrust, he buries himself completely once again.
The force of it drives all air from my lungs. My mouth opens in a silent scream as my body struggles to accommodate his size. Before I can recover, he pulls back and plunges into me again, even harder.
"Fuck!" I shriek.
Each thrust feels like he's reshaping me from the inside out, remolding me and breaking me into something I can't recognize. My body yields and stretches and shifts to make space for him like I was made for him and only for him.
His to hold.
His to protect.
His to fuck and own.
Forever.
Anatoly establishes a rhythm, rough and merciless and completely addictive.
Every heavy stroke hits something deep inside me and sends lights dancing behind my eyelids. I roll my hips to meet him, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more of everything he's giving me.
A moan tears from my throat as the initial shock transforms into waves of pleasure. My fingernails dig crescents into his shoulders through his shirt and I squeeze my eyes shut again, overwhelmed by sensation.
The sharp tug on my hair forces my eyes open.
"Open those pretty eyes,britvochka," Anatoly commands, his voice a raspy growl. "And look at me when I fuck you."
I obey, meeting his gaze. The connection feels more intimate than his cock inside me. In his eyes, I see everything I've been trying to deny since the moment he walked into that barbershop.
That this is what I wanted all along. Not safety. Not protection. Him. This beautiful, terrifying man who kills without remorse but looks at me like I'm something precious.
I don't care that he's dangerous. I don't care about the blood on his hands. He can kill thousands and burn this city to ashes, and I would still want him—because every violent act would be for me and me alone.
He grabs my hand and twists it behind my back while his other hand holds my head and neck in place. But instead of feeling constricted and restrained, I feel freer than I ever felt.
There's no more pretending of who I am and what I want because he's the only thing that I will ever need.
Each thrust now pulls a scream from my lips. My body tightens around him as pressure builds, threatening to shatter me completely. My eyes flutter closed again.
"Keep them open," he commands. "And look at me while you come for me."
I obey and open my eyes to meet Anatoly's burning gaze—fierce, possessive, and triumphant.
And the moment our eyes connect, I shatter.
The orgasm hits me with a violent force and sweeps through every cell in my body. I feel myself coming apart completely, fracturing under his hands and around his cock.
"Who are you coming for?" he growls as he continues his relentless pace.
"You!"
My body convulses against his, muscles clenching and releasing in waves I can't control. I try to keep my eyes open but the sensation is too much—my eyelids slam shut as a scream tears from my throat.
Anatoly's grip on my hair tightens and he yanks my head back further to expose my neck. His hot mouth latches onto my pulse point. Teeth scrapes against my scraping sensitive skin.
"Who gets to fuck you?"
"You! Only you!"
His hips snap up relentlessly, fucking me through each aftershock of my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until it blurs the line between pleasure and pain.
