Page 66 of Den of Thieves

“About time,” she playfully pouted. “I’m close to getting pruney.”

He caught her arm as she walked past him.

“Don’t go far, Solynchnka,” he growled in warning.

Vladimir showered, keeping one eye on his wife as she went about rubbing expensive serums and creams on her body. He marveled that after all these years; he was the only one that aged, while his wife still looked to be in her twenties instead of early thirties.

Once the water ran clear of dirt, blood, and suds, Vladimir marched out of the shower not bothering to dry off.

“I need you.” Was his only warning as he ripped the fluffy towel off her lush frame. He bent her over the marble countertop. Vladimir rammed himself inside of her wet heat and closed his eyes.

“I cannot be gentle.”

“It’s okay. Kida told me about bloodlust.” Her words broke off with a moan as he smacked her ass.

“I like Kida, but I will kill him if you continue to speak his name while I am inside of you.”

He reared back and pummeled her to the hilt once more. Grabbing her curly strands, he lifted her head to look at their reflections in the mirror.

“Understood?” He growled.

Karina tried to nod, but his grip was so tight. “Yes,” she panted.

Vladimir took her hard; his stamina was seemingly endless as the mirror fogged over. He had pent up adrenaline and rage that built inside of him and needed to be released. Taking out his enemies only released enough bloodlust to temporarily tame his inner beast.

“VLAD! FUCK, YES!”

Vladimir was on a man on a mission, the way he pumped his hips in and out of Karina’s wetness. He gripped her generous cheeks, massaging them roughly and spreading them wide so he could watch himself plummet in and out of her perfect pussy. The sound of their flesh harmonized with Karina’s screams of pleasure echoing off the walls.

Usually, that was enough to send him over the edge into the happy place. Tonight, it pushed his finish line further and further away. He wasn’t sure how long he pounded into Karina. It could have been thirty minutes or three hours.

A part of him realized he was probably hurting her. But as he ripped orgasm after orgasm from her quaking body, he knew she would forgive him. Although she would definitely have a few bruises to add to her body come morning.

“I can’t believe I almost lost you,” he growled.

Karina was too busy holding onto the marble countertop to answer or pay much attention to his words. Vlad pounded into her flesh at a pace that had Karina seeing stars. He was almost too big on the best of days, but tonight he showed her pussy no mercy.

“You are mine. This pussy was created just for me. Come for me, Solynchnka. Come for your King.” Karina gasped and cried out at his words, but that didn’t stop her body from cresting again.

This time, Vladimir followed her over the edge into nirvana. Her face rested against the cool glass for all of ten seconds.

Vladimir pulled out and spun her around in his arms. She thought he was leaning down for a kiss. Instead, he picked her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he slid into her once more. Karina’s breath caught in her throat as his thick head hit her cervix.

Vladimir walked to a wall, braced her against it, and went to town. She didn’t know how much more she could take. There was a cloud over deep blue eyes. It was like he was a machine. Fucking her into oblivion.

He needed this, she realized.

She also wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. Not when he threw her on the bed or when he twisted her body into six more positions before passing out. She drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by his still hard shaft slipping between her sore folds once more.

Karina’s throat was sore from crying out all night. At one point, she woke up again to his hand on her head with her ass up as he pounded into her from behind. She foolishly thought he’d get gentler after that first time, but after each round, his thrusts became rougher and more desperate than the last.

Vlad flipped her around like she weighed nothing and pounded into her at a steady pace, tightening his hands around throat with just enough pressure…

Karina didn’t know how her body rose to occasion time and time again. But she felt herself approaching a massive orgasm with no clue how to stop it.

“That’s it, baby. Choke this dick,” Vlad said. His hips lost their rhythm as he finally emptied inside of her.

Vladimir pulled out of her pussy, and Karina moaned as her slickness tried and failed to keep his dick lodged in place. He kissed his way down her tired, sweaty body and settled his head between her thighs.

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