Page 20 of Shattered Altar (Makarova Bratva Duet)

It feels like he’s touching me everywhere. Every inch of me is sparking, coming alive. And yet I’m frozen. I stand there, pressed against the cold sink, incapable of doing anything except taking the pleasure he’s giving me.

His fingers piston in and out of me until I’m dripping down his knuckles. I know that only because he raises his hand so I can see.

Then he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

My hands itch to touch him. To peel his clothes off the way he undressed me. But I can’t summon the confidence.

Aleks has plenty of that to spare, fortunately. Seeming to know what I want, he unbuttons his shirt and strips out of it.

I inhale sharply. I was right before: he has the most glorious body I’ve ever seen. And definitely the first I’ve seen up close and personal like this.

You could wash clothes on his abs. You could grate cheese on his abs. You could hurt yourself on his abs—which, coincidentally, is exactly what I’m about to do.

My fingers twitch towards him, but I’m still not ready to make a move. Then he starts unbuttoning his pants, and my heart rate speeds up.

I might as well be getting ready to parachute off this plane for the amount of adrenaline crashing through my body right now. I’ve never been more alive, more present, more unconcerned with the past or the future or anything but what’s happening right-in-fucking-front-of-me.

He drops his pants, and I suck in another breath. His cock is like a hammer, thick as my forearm and nearly as long.

He inches closer. Drops his lips to my neck and kisses me there until my nipples are poking his chest.

I can feel his dick pressing between my thighs. Hot. Powerful. I’m suddenly desperate to feel what it’s like to have him inside me.

I open my legs and gently tip my hips forward, inviting him in. But just when I think he’s about to enter me, he twists me around so that I’m facing the mirror.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I glance at the mirror, hating the thought of watching myself like this. Sex, for me, has always meant lying down horizontally, always in a bed, always with the lights off, and sure as hell never with any mirrors in sight.

I’m not sure how to be this person. This reckless. This carefree. I blink at my reflection, trying to summon up the courage to do what he wants…

But I can’t. My head falls. That’s just not me.

Except Aleks doesn’t like that reaction.

“No,” he growls ferally. “I said, Look at me.”

He reaches around and grabs my chin. It’s not gentle, either. It’s aggressive, to put it kindly. Night and day different from the suave, charming man I’ve seen so far.

But if I’m being honest, I suspected from the beginning that there was another side to him.

If I’m being really honest, I was dying to see it all along.

With his strong fingers squeezing my jaw, I meet his gaze. It’s intense, dark. Dangerous. Aleks nods, satisfied.

Then he thrusts inside of me.

My body is ready for him, but my mind isn’t. I cry out in surprise, forgetting we’re in a public bathroom surrounded by other passengers, hurtling through the sky at five hundred miles per hour.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust right back in.

I’ve never been filled like this before. So fully. Stretched to my absolute limit.

Aleks has one arm wrapped around my chest and his other hand around my throat, a reminder that he asked something of me and he expects me to obey. When he starts ramming into me, it feels like he’s trying to split me apart at the seams.

No man has ever touched me like this.

No man has ever possessed me like this.

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