Page 82 of Brutal Conquest

“Too much how?”

“That you would look at me like that. Breathless and fierce and tender.”

I let go of her hips and wrap both my arms around her, enveloping her with my body and squeezing hard, and thrusting up at the same time.

“Do you know what else is too much?” I whisper in her ear, staring into her eyes.

“What?” she asks, twining her fingers through mine just like she did while we were watching those fireworks on New Year’s Eve two years ago.

“Not my cock, apparently. I’m all the way inside you.”

Her eyes widen. “You are?”

“Uh-huh. How does that feel?”

“So good,” she moans, tilting her head back and flexing her spine to allow me in deeper.

“I told you I’d fit,” I growl, and sink my teeth into the flesh of her shoulder. The grip of her pussy on my cock is insane. “Do you like your uncle’s thick cock deep inside you, princess?”

Zenya gasps in horror and drops her eyes again.

I take her chin in my hand and force her to look up. “If we’re going to fuck, you’re going to look at me, my sweet little niece. Whose cock is railing your tight pussy?”

“Don’t make me say it, please,” she moans.

I grin wickedly at her, moving one hand to her waist and the other holding on to her shoulder as I pump into her in a rhythm that sets my soul on fire. I’m finally fucking my girl like she was made to be fucked. “If you want to come, you will. You’re going to love coming on my dick, princess. Whose cock is railing this pretty cunt of yours?”

“Yours.”

“And who am I?”

Zenya whispers so quietly that I can’t hear her.

I lift my hand and bring it down in a hard spank on her ass, making her yelp. “No.Who am I?”

“Uncle Kristian,” she whimpers.

“Don’t you forget it. I’m not some piece of unworthy trash sniffing around your feet. I’m Kristian fucking Belyaev, second to no man. You and I were made for each other. We belong to each other, and I’m never letting you go.” I cup her chin in my hand and force her to look at herself in the mirror. “Now watch while I get you pregnant.”

Her face slackens in shock. “What are you—ahh.”

I find her clit again and rub her vigorously. She heard me. I said what I fucking said.

Zenya’s eyes flutter closed for longer and longer as my fingers alternate between rubbing her fast and slow and my thrusting cock forcefully driving her closer and closer to the edge. I can’t take my eyes off her, flushed with pleasure and totally lost to everything but what I’m doing to her.

A spasm ripples along my length and then she clamps down on me so hard I see stars. She comes in a long, loud wail that’s in danger of echoing around the whole damn house, but I don’t care. I’m not hiding anything. I hope Troian wakes up and fucking hears.

My woman.

Mine.

No one else’s.

Zenya flattens one of her hands against the mirror to steady herself as I pump faster into her. I cover it with my own and clench her tight as my own climax rockets through me. I fuck her even deeper as I feel my cum shoot up my cock and spill inside her. Where it needs to be at long last.

I groan and drop my head between her shoulder blades, whispering her name and listening to my heart thundering in my ears. I keep thrusting lazily, eager to push my cum as deep as it can go inside her.

Carefully, so carefully, I draw myself out of her and straighten up, holding on to Zenya’s waist.

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