Page 92 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

Scarlett

It had never been like this with Sergei before. There was an underlying desperation and need that pushed both of us into a frenzy for each other. His mouth on me was merciless, his hands rough, and I wanted more.

“Straddle me,” he ordered and I didn’t hesitate to obey. My mind was gone, the desire and need for him dictating my responses.

My hands moved to grip his shoulders, lining his cock up with my aching pussy. Feeling him hard at my entrance was almost enough to make me orgasm.

“Down,” he groaned. His fingers dug into my hips and guided me down onto his cock.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “I missed you so much, Sergei.”

We were both breathing hard, and from the far corner of my mind, I was glad he was affected by this as much as I was. He lifted my hips and slammed me back down on his lap. My whole body burned with the sensation, this need for him. And I knew he was the only one that could ever sate it. I rode him faster up and down, his cock filling me to the hilt.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” he gritted as he threw his head back. “Just like that.”

My fingers dug into his shoulders, as I rode him hard. My thighs trembled and my insides clenched around his cock, as if welcoming him home. We were both lost in it. He lifted his hips off the chair, matching my movements, fucking me hard. My whole body burned and shook as my heart pounded in my throat.

“My Scarlett,” he laid claim. I was wholeheartedly his. He leaned forward and bit gently into my throat. The slight pain shot pleasure straight to my core.

“Sergei!” I cried out his name, chasing after the pleasure he had given me before. Every time with him, it was different and better. He kept thrusting up at me as I ground my hips against him.

His hand took the nape of my head and brought our faces inches from each other. “You’re mine,” he declared, as I moved harder and faster, chasing the pleasure.

“Say it,” he ordered me.

“Please, Sergei,” I moaned, begging for the release. My thighs were burning, I was so close.

“Say it,” he repeated in a hard tone. He was conquering me.

“I’m yours,” I surrendered. He bit my lower lip and sent sparks like embers through my veins. Every nerve in my body exploded and sent shockwaves of burning pleasure.

Slowly, the pleasure faded into a hum and my vision slowly focused back on Sergei. The look in his eyes resembled reverence, love, and made me want to cry.

“My solnce,” he murmured hoarsely. “I love you.”

He grabbed my hips hard and held me in place as he thrusted into me over and over again, and I took all of him. Each pump of his hard shaft brought on a new arousal and pleasure ignited within me. He fucked me hard over and over again, and the moment my pussy tightened around his cock as another wave of pleasure swept through me, his own release swept him away and he followed me into the abyss.

With a grunt, he fell forward, burying his head in the crook of my neck. Slowly, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him. This was all it took, and my heart beat with tenderness for this man. I was a fool, it probably never stopped beating for him.

The silence enveloped the office, the only sounds of our labored breathing. But there was so much more, so many unspoken words lingering in the air. And the spoken ones.

“Tell me again,” he murmured softly against my ear. “Tell me you love me… please.”

I lifted my head and took his into my hands, our eyes locked. “Sergei, I love you,” I professed. I didn’t want him to ever doubt it. “I will always love you. Only you.”

I ached for a little boy that he was, so scared and alone without his parents to offer comfort. His brothers were there for him but they were children too. They must have had a hard time too. Then his dirtbag of a father. Shit, Sergei’s father was also Anja’s father. Did Manciatti know? Holy shit, there was so much to process.

But I guess this was a beginning. No more hiding or lying to each other.

“Sergei,” I whispered softly. “I have to tell you something.”

He stiffened slightly, his muscles tense under my palm.

“Don’t push me away, Scarlett,” he groaned softly. There was a hint of despair in his voice. “I won’t give you up.”

“I trust you and love you,” I repeated. He would have to hear those words often and I intended to give him my love and assurance for the rest of my life. I inhaled his scent deep into my lungs. Each breath I took, he was the reason behind it. And that knowledge scared me, knowing how easily he made me fall for him. But with the fear, there was also hope booming in my chest.

“I won’t push you away but I need you to listen to me,” I replied, pulling my head up so I could look into his eyes. I needed him to see how serious I was. “I need to know who you are, who you really are. My parents have a good marriage because they love each other and because they know each other better than anyone else. My father trusts my mother unconditionally and vice versa.” I took a deep breath. “Right off the bat, we are at a disadvantage. Maybe I can’t have a marriage like theirs but I won’t settle for just existing as your wife. So I want to know you, the real you. Not the charmer from four weeks ago. I want to know your worries and fears, and help you through them. And I want to be sure you’ll have my back when I need you. I know you will always protect me but I want to protect you too. I don’t need you to be perfect, but I want you to know, no matter what, I will still love you. And I won’t leave you.”

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