Page 62 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

“Mine,” he growled against my lips. He saw me through the last shiver, his lips savoring mine.

In a haze, I watched him tear off his clothes before tugging my panties down my legs. He lifted me and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, my thighs opening to welcome his hard shaft. He stroked the thick cock up and down my swollen, soaked sex and my body shivered in response.

He stilled and I met his eyes wondering at his hesitancy.

“You okay?” I asked him, my voice slightly shaking from the intense need I felt for him.

He nibbled my ear. “I need to grab a condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” I murmured, surprised I was so eager to have him inside me. I wanted to chase the pleasure he ignited within me. Until him, I thought my body was broken, unable to feel the flames. It turned out, it was waiting for the right man to spark it.

He plunged into me hard, taking my breath away. A sharp pain shot through me, hindering the pleasure and my body tensed. He stilled instantly, worried he hurt me.

“What-” There was a shock evident on his face. “How? A virgin?”

In any other situation, the expression on his face would have been comical. Maybe I should have told him but it didn’t even cross my mind. I didn’t really think of myself as a virgin. All the shit that happened to me had that thought long removed from my mind.

He started to pull out, and I tightened my arms around him. “Please don’t stop,” I begged in a breathless tone.

“Shit, Olivia,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into my neck. “I don’t know if I can be gentle. You should have told me.”

“Don’t be gentle.” And I meant it, whatever he could give me, I wanted it. I pressed myself harder against him, trailing kisses along his neck… licking, tasting, nipping.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed into me again, filling me to the hilt. Pleasure and pain mixed in a way I’d never thought possible. “I fucking need you like the air I breathe.”

He pulled again and thrust back in hard.

“Yes,” a throaty moan echoed throughout his office. “More, Nikolai,” I begged on a moan. “Please.”

That was all he needed and Nikolai fucked me hard, his cock ramming mercilessly into me. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and hung on, as he swore in Russian. My whole body was sensitive, matching each hard thrust and welcoming it.

An orgasm burst through me hard, like an explosion. My whole body shuddered uncontrollably, as my pussy convulsed around his thick cock pushing him over the edge. Together, we fought hard to catch our breaths, the only sound breaking the silence in the room.

His arms protectively around me, I felt safe. It was odd that from the moment I met him, he made me feel safe. I focused on his breathing and mine, my head in the crook of his neck, enjoying his woodsy, sexy masculine smell that overwhelmed my lungs. I would never forget that smell; I would never forget him.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Nikolai

Olivia was an aphrodisiac I’ve experienced now, and I knew without a doubt, I’d never have enough.

She was a virgin, I thought with a shock. It wasn’t what I expected.

I meant to take it slower with her but I lost all sense of control as she clung to me, hearing her moans, my name on her lips. She was fucking perfect and all mine. I wanted to be the only man for her for the rest of our lives.

I held her tight to me, as our breathing slowed down, unwilling to pull my cock out of her. It belonged in her pussy. It was where I’d been meant to be. She was born for me, and fuck, I was born for her. My whole life nothing had ever felt so right as having Olivia in my arms. She could consume me and wrap me around her little finger with ease. She seemed unaware of the effect she had on me, and I intended to keep it that way. For now. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her with my intense possessiveness, controlling and dark tastes. God help me, but if she rejected me, it would be like having lungs without air to breathe. I would be useless without her.

Her contented sigh had me swelling on the inside. I wanted her with me day and night, that sated sigh on her lips. I held her close to me, and nothing had ever felt so right as having her wrapped around me.

I slowly pulled out of her, both of our juices dripping down her legs, and there wasn’t a more erotic sight. I gently stood her up, her legs a bit shaky. She probably wasn’t used to the assault of a rutting beast pounding into her. Admittedly, I should have been gentler but all my reason went out the window with Olivia.

I reached for the tissues, kneeled down, and gently wiped her clean. She watched me as I helped her with her panties, and I wanted to taste her pussy again, but I held myself back.

I had to go slow with her. I felt the whip marks across her back. I noticed the scars on her body, and it enraged me to think of the pain she’d endured. I meant what I said; her strength amazed me and it was what attracted me to her. I wanted to heal her every scar, visible and invisible. We were both survivors. Although we came from different social circles, we both had turbulent pasts and hurtful experiences. Maybe that was what ultimately connected us.

Next, I put her dress on and noted her eyes darting away from mine.

I gently gripped her chin and forced her eyes to me.

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