Page 34 of Beautiful Villain

CHAPTER7

Kirill

Raw, primal sex.

I hadn’t broken into her apartment with full intentions of fucking her like some crazed animal. Or maybe I’d been lying to myself. All it took was one look at her shimmering face, the slight fear shown in her eyes, and I was hooked on the uproar of desire building deep within my loins. She had an unassuming way of digging a dull spoon straight through my sternum, carving out small portions of my heart.

Again, maybe that was just some insane need, a desire that would never be allowed or accepted. This wasn’t about pleasing the Kozlov family or living by their rules. This was my rule. The only rule I’d mandated of myself over two dozen years before. No one would ever get close.

There were legitimate reasons, fear of the weakness being used against me, but that wasn’t the most disturbing of them. It was the fact that in allowing someone to enter my world, I could destroy them with ease. I would ruin my lovely fireball. It was only a matter of time, but it was too late to turn back the clock.

The feel of having her in my arms, the lightness of her aura was enough to slay the dragon in me. That had never been done before. Maybe it was all about her goodness, an innocence that couldn’t be faked, but if that was the case, I’d just shattered her world along with mine.

She’d tasted of sweet cherries, succulent and ripe, and her scent lingered, swirling through my system. I was incapable of pulling away from her, even though I knew it was best for both of us. While I believed her story, I had a feeling she didn’t understand how close she was to being in the middle of a war where few would survive. I could be forced to drag her somewhere safe if I wanted to keep her.

My pet.

My prize.

My possession.

The thought was riveting as I crawled up the length of the bed, pushing the pillows away. She was entirely different than the night before, no longer hesitant to touch me or to take what she wanted. Everything about her was entirely too delicious but feasting on her was all I could think about. I eased her legs apart with my knees, remaining on my palms, keeping the full weight of my large body from hers. I felt like I could crush her, but I needed to feel the explosive heat we shared. When she wrapped her leg around me, using her muscles to guide me down, I was ready to pound into her like a wild man. I’d never wanted a woman to this degree.

She always seemed to wear a perpetual smile, even when she was tossing barbs in my direction. I had to admire a girl with such spunk, refusing to allow her fear to get in the way of what she craved or accepting crap from anyone. I still had the jealous streak running through me just like I did the night before, but from now until the end of time, no man would ever touch her again.

The way she raked her nails down my chest created a firestorm burning brightly inside of me. I was trying to maintain some level of control, but it was impossible at this point. When she tugged on my shoulder, arching her back, that was all I could take.

“Be careful what you ask for.”

“You’ve already warned me of that,” she murmured. “I’m not asking. I’m begging.”

The playfulness was appealing, sending the beast dwelling deep inside of me to the surface. I allowed her to guide the tip of my cock to her entrance, hesitating long enough to drive the anticipation to a frenzied state. I couldn’t take it any longer. As I pushed inside, she pressed both hands against my chest, her fingers kneading my muscles. My body was tense, every muscle aching from trying to maintain a tight hold on the brutal man I’d become. With her, everything was next to impossible.

I eased in two inches, then another. My patience was sucked dry, leaving me nothing more than a true savage. I thrust the entire rest of my cock inside, throwing my head back and roaring from the way her muscles constricted around it.

“Fuck. Yes… So tight. So fucking hot. I could fuck you for hours. I think I will.”

“Okay. Yes,” she murmured, tossing her head back and forth. Her entire face was shimmering, the sheen iridescent. She was truly a beautiful woman.

I remained buried deep inside, her muscles pulsing from the roughness I’d used.

Mewing, she wrapped her other leg around me, her thigh muscles surprisingly strong. “Don’t stop.”

“Baby. I have no intention of stopping. I’m just getting started.” Grinning, I pulled all the way out, slamming into her again. When I repeated the move, she clung to my shoulder, lifting her body off the bed. Her eyes were like oversized jewels, her pupils dilated. As I began to fuck her long and hard, she did everything she could to buck against me, creating a round of friction, current sparking in all the right places.

We were tangled with one another, body and soul, two strangers who had no business being together. That made the moment dangerous and more exciting. I almost laughed at the thought. I hadn’t been able to afford risking something like this and doing so in this location could sign my death warrant, but I’d die a happy man.

I lifted onto my arms, wanting to watch her as she shifted from one round of ecstasy to another. I was rewarded for my efforts within minutes, her entire body shaking and her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Oh, yes. You’re going to make… me… come.” Candy laughed as she bit her lower lip, dragging her nails down my chest several times. I’d wear her marks like she would wear mine. The moment continued to increase in intensity and seconds later, sweet cries erupted from her mouth. That wasn’t good enough for me.

I rolled her over, forcing her to straddle me, gripping her hips and yanking her up and down. “That’s it, my beauty. Take all of me. Let go. Just fucking let go.”

She continued to shake, lolling her head as her pussy muscles spasmed. I lifted my hips, driving into her brutally. When she threw her head back, reaching her arms toward the ceiling, I finally heard what I’d longed to hear.

“Kirill! Yes, don’t stop.”

A satisfied smile crossed my face as she shifted from a single orgasm into a second. She was even more lovely when she climaxed, her mouth twisting and her brow pinched. When she gasped for air, smashing her hands down against me, the look she gave me was completely feral. I continued pumping her up and down until she stopped shaking. Then I tossed her off, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and dragging her toward the headboard, pulling her onto her knees.

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