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Gasping as he pulled from her mouth, allowing her much needed oxygen,she answered in an unrecognizable voice. "My throat,” her voice washoarse. “Cum in my throat."
He groaned something in his language before sliding his eager bobbingcock back into her mouth and picking up speed. The head of his cock hit theback of her throat over and over again until finally, his hands in her hairtightened and his cock swelled, releasing the warmth of his seed down herthroat.
She never had time to let any more of the inevitable thoughts of shamesink in once they both eventually tired. Picking her up into his arms, Romancarried her to the large walk-in shower. With gentle attentiveness, he bathedher body. Looking into his eyes, she could see they no longer held the tracesof bright wild hunger. It was as if a switch had been hit and the beast waslocked back in his cage—satiated. Taking complete control of her bathing, Romanwashed and dried her before taking her back to the bed. Setting her on the bed,he instructed her to lay down as he grabbed her lotion off the nightstand.
"You don't have to, I can do it," she laughed softly as hesnatched back the bottle of lotion from her hands. Only wearing a t-shirt, shewas leaning against the pillows while Roman sat at her side in a pair of boxerbriefs.
"I will do it, lay down flat onto your stomach," heinstructed, rubbing the lotion on both hands he held them up like an ER doctorgoing in for surgery.
Complying with a laugh, she turned and laid onto her stomach. Thefeeling of his warm hands against her feet made her sigh. They were silent forthe longest moments, only the sound of his thorough hands sliding against herskin existed between them.
With her cheek pressed into the pillow she was clutching, Rahina feltthe sudden urge to be completely honest. "I’m pretty sure I never had anorgasm before tonight," she admitted quietly.
His hands paused.
"I mean I tried before," she went on nervously. "And fora while there I convinced myself maybe I was experiencing them and maybe therest of the world was just overhyping them. But after tonight..." hervoice trailed off.
She felt his hands on her hips move again before she felt herself beingturned over. With his hands part of the way up her shirt, exposing her lowerhalf to him and her breasts just inches above his bracketing hands, Rahina feltcompletely at his mercy in this position. But she didn't have to worry, shecould see that her demonic Roman was gone for the night and above her staringdown at her was her normal teasing Roman.
"Do you want me to fuck you again?” he muttered, looking down ather nipples poking into the shirt fabric longingly. “Because I will Rahina,there is no need to stroke my ego."
Laughing, she speared her fingers through his hair. "No, I wasjust telling you because...I wanted to be honest with you. I never had sex likethat before. It was a little scary, but I really liked it."
Dropping his head to her breasts, Roman let out a groan. “I cannotremember the last time I have cum so damn much. You made me feel fifteen againwhen I could beat my dick for days straight.”
Shaking with laughter at the image, her heart soared as he laughed too.
She wasn’t sure when they fell asleep, but she was very aware when shewoke up.
Laying on her back beneaththe covers, Rahina felt a large, warm hand settle on her stomach. Opening hereyes, the darkness of the room had yet to familiarize itself as the handsmoothed its way down to cup the small patch of springy curls between her legs.Running his fingers through the trimmed curls, he stroked her softly, tenderly.The bed shifted beneath her, and she felt his hand pull her chin towards him. Blinkingshe registered his shadowed face in the dark before his mouth covered hers.
The kiss enveloped hertelling her what words couldn't; nothing mattered besides this moment, she waswith him now. His biceps curled and hardened into steel beneath her clutchingfingers as he lifted his hips above hers. Instinctively, her legs parted widerbeneath him as she felt the heat of his stiff erection graze across her stomachand thighs before gliding along her small thatch of curls and resting againsther wet heat. Tightening her grip around his arms, she shared a breathless lookwith him as she tilted her hips towards him, silently begging for more.Smoothly his body shifted above hers with very little effort as he pushedhimself without pause inside of her, letting out a deep groan as she gasped.
He was slower this time.Maddeningly slow. Almost immediately, a fire forged from a liquid heat starteddeep inside her core and began to spread throughout her body. She tried to wrapher legs around him, to pull his pulsing hips faster and harder against her,but one of his hands moved to catch her by the knee forcing it back, bracing itagainst the bed as he continued to pump slowly into her. She was frustrated,hot, and losing her mind. The sounds from her throat, which started as moansturned into feverish cries as she tried to work her own hips faster. But hewasn't having it. She caught glimpses of his maddening smile above her,provoking her as he moved slower each time she fought against him.
"Roman," she cried,begging him to make this stop.
He was forcing her to ridean edge of a knife. Ecstasy was but a promise away, just one more deep strokeand she would be there; but he refused. Closing her eyes, she felt tears poolin her eyes as her body arched from the building frenzy inside of her. DearGod, she was going to die.
With the press of his lipsagainst one of her eyelids she heard him whisper that same something in hisforeign tongue as his hips drove forward, spearing her with merciless force.Her body broke beneath him. Her scream ripped from her throat as her bodyseized around him, wringing out a deep guttural curse from his chest as he toofollowed her climax.
Distantly she heard himgrowl out her name as he slowly pumped the last of his seed inside of her.
Wrapping her arms around hisneck, she followed him as he pulled her on top of him as he rolled onto hisback. Pulling at the comforter, he pulled it to cover her shoulders as she laypartially draped across him. There was a swelling feeling in her chest as theylay there both quiet, both breathing deeply; she knew that feeling, but shedidn't want to acknowledge it—not yet. Nuzzling into the fine hairs on hischest, she focused on the man beneath her.
She was closing her eyesagain when he eventually spoke.
"I went to the armyvery young. Too young. I told them I was eighteen, but I was actually barelyseventeen. It did not matter, and I did not care, I had to leave." Shefelt his chest vibrate as he let out a dry laugh. "The irony of it is thatI felt I had to leave or I was going to kill someone," he paused, and shelooked up to see him staring out the far wall window staring off into the darkgray sky of the night. “My mother…she was nothing like you. She was weak. Sheworked herself to the bone for men who used and beat her, and sometimes whenthey got bored or angry, some of them would look to me to beat on." Shewasn't sure if he wanted her sympathy or not, but Rahina could not help butclutch at his thick arm beneath her hand and place a comforting kiss againsthis chest. "But the military was worse, so much fucking worse. I refusedto let it break me, though. Every broken bone, every terrified sleepless nightthat I waited to be drug out of my bunk, and every fight I got in I let itshape me—mold me to something harder. I started to hit back, but unlike them, Idid not stop. I didn't stop when the officers were around, or when others triedto pull me off, I kept hitting and kept fighting until I finally ended upkilling another kid."
Lifting herself up, shedidn’t care if he did not want sympathy, as he was beginning to speak again,she covered his mouth with hers. Her heart hummed when she felt the heavy pressof his arm wrap around behind her head, keeping her there as he kissed herhungrily back. Wordlessly, she provided comfort to his sad story. Eventually,they pulled away, but she could feel the stiffening of his cock against herthighs. Her heart fluttered at that, but her body absolutely ached at thethought she was not sure she could physically take more.
As if sensing her thoughts, hepushed her back to his chest, locking his arm behind her shoulders beforecontinuing. "I spent a year in a military prison camp, and then I wasbought by Vladimir to join the bratva."
"Bought?" Like aslave, she thought in horror.
"It is not uncommon,"his hand buried itself into her hair, rubbing her scalp in slow massages. “Inmy line of work, the turnover rate is high. Men like Vladimir usually findtheir recruits young, vulnerable, and with hardly any ties. He paid for me tobe transferred out of the prison, and I was sent to work for him. We bothdiscovered I was very good at this line of work. I became what they needed; Ibecame what was required of me. I became the monster everyone feared me tobe."
Minutes drifted by as shelistened to his breathing, her head rising and falling with the movements ofhis chest.
