Page 62 of Beautiful Sinner

“Yes,moy krasivyyangel. I’m going to fuck you for hours, my angel, and I want you to scream out my name.”

I was dizzy, drunk on the passion, dazzled by the ferocity in his eyes. When he took a step back, ripping his shirt over his head, I reached for him again, longing to touch his skin. He shoved my hands aside, yanking on my dress, threatening to rip it into shreds.

“No. I’ll do it.” I took a step away from him, pulling the material over my head. When I stood in only panties, he lunged forward like the predator he’d always been, slamming me against the wall, tearing at his buckle and button then snagging my panties in his fingers. The ripping sound floated into my ears, the force of his gesture almost dragging me to the floor.

He was crazed with desire, his pupils dilated. Within seconds, he’d impaled me with the entire length of his cock, driving deep into my wetness, filling me so completely my breath was stolen.

I gasped, raking my fingers over his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I dragged them down his back. His muscles rippled under my fingers, fanning the fire as it roared between us. When he pulled out, slamming into me again, I couldn’t avoid a deep, throaty whimper as my muscles stretched.

He yanked one leg around him, rolling onto the balls of his feet as he fucked me long and hard, the tip slicing against my G-spot.

“Oh, yes. God. Fuck me. Harder. Please.”

I’d never wanted it rough like this, but I couldn’t imagine it any other way. My mind remained a blur, the pleasure building to a perfect crescendo. I was swirling mindlessly, so lost that I’d never be able to return from the moment of bliss.

He brushed his lips along my jaw, rolling them forcefully to my mouth, capturing it once again. Then he jerked my other leg around him, using the friction of the wall and the powerful thrusts to hold me aloft.

The second he released my mouth I wailed. “Sevastian!” The fine line between us was all but erased. There was no good versus evil, no love versus hate. There was only fire and ice, but the flames had already consumed our souls.

Every touch brought another firecracker of explosions, small ripples licking across my skin. As he plunged his cock inside, I clung to his neck and shoulders, brushing the tips of my fingers across his taut bow of muscles, the sweet music of my violin whispering in my mind. Even the brutal thud as he continuously slammed me against the wall was in time to the beat, my heart adding the extra string of crescendos.

He blew across my neck then nipped my earlobe, his low-slung growl permeating my eardrums. I arched my back, trying to get as close to him as possible, stretching my neck in a wicked invitation. Chuckling softly, he whispered words in his native language, the sensual tone lingering. It didn’t matter what he said. Just the depth of his baritone was enough to add gasoline to the flames.

“I crave you. Need you,” he muttered, jutting his hips forward again as he yanked my arms over my head, throwing back his head with a primal scream. I tossed my head back and forth, my throat tight, my nipples aching. His cock continued to swell, driving me closer and closer to the edge of sweet rapture.

Just as the moment of raw ecstasy slammed into my system, he wrapped his hand around my throat, his harsh whispers and rough actions pushing the orgasm to another level.

“You will always be mine. No other man will touch you. If they do, they. Will. Die.”

His body tensed, his neck muscles straining but he kept his hard, cold glare as the amazing climax swept through me.

“Oh. Oh. Sevastian!”

I couldn’t breathe or see clearly, my body electrified, the orgasm continuing, pushing me harder, taking me to the utmost sublime moment. Light flickered as he erupted deep inside, his growls and guttural sounds evocative and carnal. And I loved every noise, every single touch.

My God. I could fall in love with this… man.

We both gasped for air, our breathing scattered. He lowered his head, nuzzling against my neck, nipping my skin. Everything was a blur, the sweet release of exhaustion even more powerful than any other time.

“Ya tol’ko nachinayu,” he mumbled.

“What? Tell me what you whispered.”

He dragged his tongue down the length of my neck. “I said. We’re just getting started.”

With that, he tore me away from the wall, tossing me over the edge of his deck. Then I heard him removing the remainder of his clothes, growling the entire time.

I stretched my arms across his desk, knocking several items onto the floor. If he cared, he didn’t express anger, the man concentrating on fucking me again.

Seconds later, he pressed his hand on the small of my back, kicking my legs further apart. As he tickled the inside of my thigh, sliding his fingers up and down my sensitive skin, I closed my eyes, resting my head on the cool wood.

The hum of electricity remained in the room, so thick it took my breath away. As he caressed my bottom, pussy juice trickled past my swollen lobes. I’d never been so hot or wet, every inch of skin scorched from his touch. He thrust his fingers inside, finger-fucking me for several seconds, a prelude to more of his enraptured needs. Then he brought his hand down on my bottom, the sting only adding to the furrowed desire.

I shuddered visibly, slight whimpers escaping.

“You’ll get a dose of my belt later for your insolence and disobedience.” There was no anger in his statement, just a reminder that I’d broken the rules. His rules.

This was his world, his fortress. Everything he ordered was required to be upheld. That’s the life I knew, but the strange realization was that I craved his firm command. A part of me longed to surrender, shoving aside all worry and fear. He was my protector now.

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