Page 71 of Shattered Altar (Makarova Bratva Duet)

I moan as he teases his fingers up and down my slit, spreading my wetness until I’m writhing around on top of him, pleading for more than just this faint temptation.

Then, when he’s done torturing me, he grabs my hips and sheaths himself inside.

“Oh, fucking fuck!” I cry out.

It only hurts for a moment. Pleasure soon washes away the pain. My body knows what to do from here. Truth is, I left my mind a long time ago, so I do the only thing I can do.

I submit.

I start riding him, bucking my hips against his until the sound of our bodies coming together drowns out everything else. Aleks alternates grabbing my hips and slapping my ass hard as I bounce on his cock.

When my legs begin to cramp, he grabs my hips and stands. His cock never comes out of me as he carries me to the table.

With a sweep of his hand, he clears half the place settings before setting my naked ass down on the edge of it. Then he pummels into me hard, his jaw rigid with concentration.

“Oh God!” I whimper. “Oh God… Aleks… Aleks…”

I don’t mean to say his name. In fact, I try to bite down on my cries.

But I can’t help myself. My world has narrowed until he’s all that exists. His eyes flash with lust as he shoves his cock into me so hard it feels like he’s in my stomach. Breaking me. Owning me so fully and completely that I know even in this moment that no one else will ever match it.

My arms flail around the table, searching for something to grip. I hear more things fall and break, but he doesn’t stop.

The orgasm that courses through my body then is so intense that I scream. Loudly. I’ve never done that before. Not like this.

My thighs clench around his hips. I lean backward, trying to lay down, but Aleks’s arms around my back hold me up. He bends down and sucks my nipple in his mouth, adding pleasure even though I’m already maxed out. My body is oversensitized and spent.

But he keeps fucking me relentlessly, pushing me towards another orgasm that I don’t think I’m ready for yet.

He doesn’t give a shit about that, though. No mercy in anything. Not even this.

“Please,” I gasp, as the pleasure twists in my nerves and turns me limp and lifeless. “Aleks, fuck…”

I jerk upright when the second orgasm takes hold against my will. My fingernails dig into his shoulder blades, and I know how unforgiving my grip is. I feel the heat of his blood when I break the skin. But he doesn’t so much as flinch.

I doubt he can even register the pain. He’s singularly focused on where our bodies are connected. Every ounce of his attention on me. I feel like a goddess and a ragdoll at the same time.

After the second orgasm, I can barely hold onto him. My limbs are heavy, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.

Then, suddenly, he pulls out and pumps at his cock. I watch with fascination as his hand rocks back and forth along his thick shaft.

With a guttural roar, he erupts. The first spray of his seed lands on my neck, just above my breasts. But I catch a few drops on my face. I can only gawk at him as he pumps his load onto me.

I’ve never had a man come on me before. And certainly not on my face.

I don’t know why it’s so exciting. Shouldn’t it be demeaning? Insulting? But it’s the farthest thing from it. The moment he drenches me, I feel awash with adrenaline. Alive. Owned and thus freed, in the strangest way possible.

When he finishes, he releases his hands from my body. I almost fall back against the table, knocking over another glass in the process. It clatters to the floor, but thankfully, it doesn’t break.

While I struggle to gain control of my extremities, Aleks tucks his still-hard cock away and zips himself up. It makes me more aware of the fact that I’m still as naked as the day I was born.

Not just that, but we’re out in the open, in the middle of the garden. The terrace has some foliage that separates it from the greater expanse of the garden, but still… anyone could have walked in on us.

Someone still could.

“My clothes,” I say, panic creeping in now that the high of my orgasms has receded somewhat and the cold logic of reality has come rushing back in.

“Go on,” Aleks says. “They’re right over there.”

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