Page 103 of His Darkest Obsession
But I don't care. Because in this moment, I would let him fuck me until I bleed.
"Who do you belong to?" He snarls against my throat.
"You," I gasp, barely coherent as my body continues to pulse around him.
His hand around my wrist tightens, pinning my arm harder behind my back and transforming me into nothing more than his cocksleeve.
"You're so fucking wet," he praises with one thrust after another. "So fucking tight. Like you're made for my cock. Like this is where you fucking belong."
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The intensity builds again and I'm lost in the sensation, all of it so messy and wet and rough. I turn my head, seeking something, anything to ground me as I scream.
The sound comes out muffled against the pounding of my heart in my head and throat and pussy.
And only when the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth do I realize that I bit down on his shoulder.
And drew his blood for a fourth time.
That's when Anatoly's body tightens underneath me. His cock flutters and twitches. I know what's about to happen a second before it happens. For a moment, I think that I should tell him to not cum inside of me, that I can't let him cum inside of me.
But that moment passes, and instead, my pussy clamps down around his shivering cock as it thick ropes of semen fills me up and marks me from the inside.
The heat of his release triggers another orgasm and sends it crashing through me again. I'm sobbing against his shoulder, trembling and quivering as he holds me tight against his body and empties his balls.
I collapse against Anatoly's chest, my body still shuddering with aftershocks. His arms wrap around me and hold me close as our sweat-slicked bodies cling together.
Lungs burning, I struggle to catch my breath. Each inhale carries his scent deeper into me until I know I'll never get him out.
Not that Ieverwant to get him out.
Slowly, the realization of what we just did crashes down on me.
I just let him finish inside me. No protection. Nothing between us. The most reckless thing I could have done.
I begged for him. I surrendered control. I gave him power over me.
Total, absolute power.
Not because he made me do it.
But because I wanted him to do it.
I lift my head and look into those piercing blue eyes only to find something unfamiliar there.
Something soft and gentle that makes my chest ache.
"That was reckless," I whisper.
"It was,britvochka." His thumb traces my lower lip. "Does that scare you?"
"Yes," I admit, the truth spilling out before I can stop it. "But also no."
And that's the God honest truth.
Because what I feel is something other than fear and numbness.
Something that feels suspiciously like hope.
