I contemplate that question for a few seconds before shaking my head and whisper. "Spoiled rotten..I-I don't want that.."
"Wrong answer." He replies, locking his arms around me tighter. "There is no trace of rotten in you...I'd only be spoiling you into full bloom of your innocence."
A comical giggle erupts from my mouth. "But..I'm human.."
"In guise.." He corrects deftly with his assessment. "Yet an angel within."
I wordlessly shake my head in disagreement. My face still pressed against the crevice of his neck and chest. He was being so cheesy right now but I couldn't help finding it endearing no matter how hard I tried not to.
He continues in an halcyon voice. "Let me care for you, Sanam..let me shield you from anything that would cause you grief."
My body attenuates of the former tension. The beat of his heart along mine thuds steadily in my ears. It's a crescendo of bittersweet harmony that has yet to reach its peak. Thoughts in my head cloud over with a sudden yearning. A desire increasing with potency as the seconds unravel between us.
My lips part the slightest bit, and the need ignites deep within me. It blooms like the flower he's referred to me as. Expanding through my veins with its vines of passion. I close my eyes, and press my lips against the coolness of his porcelain skin, losing myself to the efflorescence.
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Vladimir's P.O.V. In Third Person.
His posture stiffens. The breath caught in his throat. All he could feel the most incisively was the softness of her lips kissing at his neck. It induced him near a euphoric condition.
"Sanam!" He chokes on her name, which tasted sweeter than ever before.
She pauses and draws her head away. Aligning her tear glistening gaze with his questionable one, she asks. "Don't you want me to ?"
He swallows hard, sapphire eyes roving over her face rapidly. It was so unlike him, to stutter over what he needed to say. "I-dear God! I want you too!"
She gasps as he swiftly pulls her face closer to his. He groans with urgency. "I need you so fūcking badly..You have no idea what you do to me, Sanam..you have no idea."
"Then show me.." She whispers meekly, tears rolling silently down her cheeks. "what I do to you..show me.."
His eyes widen at her response before unconfined lust morphs his expression. In a split second, his lips crash down on her inviting ones. Molding to each others perfectly, hungrily.
He bites down on to hers and she instantly parts her lips for his tongue. Her moans muffle by the relentless attacks with his mouth against hers. Their hearts palpitating rapidly, as if ready to burst with pent up desire.
Swiftly he unravels her hijab, his fingers tangling into the mass of her dark hair. He yanks her head back and latches his mouth greedily onto the vulnerable exposure of her dainty neck. The taste of her was whipping his mind into a frenzy of need.
"Mine!" He groans in between the nibbling of her neck. "You're mine, you fūcking belong to me."
She whimpers, shutting her eyes and basking in the sensations coursing through her body against his.
"Sanam..I need it.." His voice emits hoarse and urgent. "Let me..Sanam."
She nods her head once, relenting. "Don't hold back.."
And that was all it took for him to discard what was left of his sanity. Within seconds he had undressed her, his eyes feasting on her lithe feminine curves before his mouth was everywhere.
She wasn't sure where to touch him, her small hands were fisting his shirt. In the next second, she lets out a sharp gasp as his lips found her breasts while his hands pinched and pulled at her sensitive nipples.
She lets out a half shriek when his teeth scrape at the sensitive peaks of her breast.
The harshly sweet sensation for her was borderline pleasure and pain. She's gulping for air, trying to breath. Her hands tangled into his hair. But he doesn't stop, he's far too gone for any stopping.
His mouth prolongs such a tantalizing assault on her breasts until they ache in over-sensitivity. The Sparks of pleasurable pain subdues her shrieks into helpless whimpers.
He tosses off his shirt, and his hungry lips find her mouth again. This time she doesn't hold back herself either. All rational thoughts escape her, and she dives into the mesmerization of the forbidden he offers her.
Soon enough he's positioning himself at the moistened entrance between her legs. His eyes cloud over with darkened passion as he grazes the tip of his hardened manhood on the most sensitive area of her body.
"Unhh!" She whimpers in agony and delight at the contact as he slides in an inch. Her body was still not adjusted to the wide girth of his intrusion.
He hisses in euphoria, eyes shut closed. "You're so hot down there, so wet..so ready for me.."
She half moans between a whimper as he rubs on her without pushing himself in more. He growls out an order. "Beg me to fūck you, Sanam..go on beg me."
"Hmmm.." She's too lulled by the pleasure overpowering the pain of his manhood's friction against her. With eyes closed, she bites down on her bottom lip.
But he fists her hair, yanking her head back and stops his rubbing. "Tell me to fūck you, little girl!"
"Vladimir..." She entreats as tears return to her eyes, and she whispers meekly. "F-F..Fuck me.."
"What was that ?" He demands hoarsely, moving his hips against her once harshly. "Say it again!"
"Ahhh!!" She gasps out, lifting her own hips up, wanting more of him. The throbbing between her legs needed fulfilling.
"Tell me to fill you up.." His voice emits dangerously husky. "You want me to annihilate you!..go on..tell me what you want."
"Vladimir..fuck me!!" She cries out, she could take it no more. His teasing of her womanhood was driving her insane with need. "Ruin me!! Please ruin me!! Make me forget myself!!"
And with those helpless begs of her, he drove into her fully all the way to the hilt. The breath knocks out her as she basks in that delightful feeling of being full. As if she was half undone without him and now with him fully lodged into her, she was complete.
They remained still that way for a few seconds as he allowed her body to adjust to his length and width. He was biting down on his lip, drawing all his will power not to pound recklessly into her yet.
But when she moves her hips against his and pleads with her glossy dark eyes, all hell breaks loose for him. The chaos within him set free, in a much more feverish way than he had ever experienced before. This time was different, she was more than willing.
He thrusts into her with a most potent force, the vehicle swayed dangerously. Within seconds her tremulous body reached its climax and she clawed at his back fiercely, drawing blood. He could only bite down on her tender breasts in response, heightening her pleasure.
The windows mist over with the heat of their passion, her hand prints staining the glass.
He induced her to another climax and she was unable to form coherent words, only gasping. He smacked her derrière forcefully.
She was beyond any words now, only cries of bliss and agony flowed from her lips as she let her body be used by him in such a merciless way. She could only see stars in her vision until it darkens fully with another anguished climax, euphoria drowning her into annihilation.
She bloomed for him with perfection, and he spilled his seed into her deeply.
His mind engulfed with images of her heavily pregnant by him.The last fierce words out of his mouth. "You belong to me!"
Chapter 34
After such a forbidden deed, would events always unravel in contrition like this? Can guilt be anymore bitter than before? Will I ever learn from past mistakes?
No..since when did you develop into such a weak mess ?
My head had been bowed under the clouds of shame drifting around the atmosphere of the jeep ride back. Five minutes had passed since Dimitri Molotov's intrusive phone call, disrupting the forbidden tryst I was involved with Vladimir in the back seat.
Awkwardness never felt so constricting before to me as it
did now. Yet Vladimir appears unaffected by it, as if there is nothing awkward in regards to the physical exchange between us.
Instead his visage indicates a serenity of which I don't remember witnessing ever before. As if he's repleted of a satisfied contentment that he lacked previously. It was increasingly evident, that he is very pleased with no regrets.
His eyes had intensely remained locked on my face while he had helped me get dressed in the back seat. Suffusing my blush to increase over my neck and cheeks. I had attempted to keep my gaze downcast, shyness regaining ahold of me.
When his cool fingers brushed against my skin as he slowly slid the hem of my blouse down my back, I was unable to suppress the shivers of delight edged by guilt.
The gesture only caused him to smirk in satisfaction. The next second, his fingers were replaced by the scathing contact of his lips. Light feathery kisses fluttering down the length of my back, searing into my mind.
I had shoved his face away with my hands. Yet he laughed softly, catching my fingers in between his teeth. Nibbling and sucking, his lips curved in a devious smile. Fortunately he stopped and allowed me to regain my breath and trembling discomposure.
After draping my hijab over my hair, he had placed a final kiss firmly upon my forehead. When he retracted his lips from my skin, I caught a tender expression imbedded in those sapphire eyes. I could only but gape in astonishment.
Now with the jeep ride in effect, I sense his frequent stolen glances in my direction. My heart beat still palpitates dangerously. Calmness would only ensue when I'm no longer in his presence.
What's wrong with me ?
How could I have allowed my emotions to strangle me once again? What was the root cause of such weakness? Since when did I become so weak anyway?
Nothing but shame percolates my mind through out the long and silent jeep ride. Once we are parked before the Nielsen manor, I hasten to exit the vehicle before Vladimir could halt me.
Not a few steps do I canter when a sharp pain issues its way through me from between my legs. The pain added to the reminder of how roughly the guilty deed was committed. Trudging past Duffield, I bow my head in shame, hoping he doesn't notice the slight limp in my walk.
When I reach the privacy of my room, I swiftly discard my clothes and rush into the bathroom. I turn on the shower to steaming hot and clamber in.
My eyes refusing to glimpse at the mixture of our fluids leaking from between my legs. Or the reddened handprints on my thighs from where he held forcefully, and the passionate hickey marks trailing my breasts.
Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut as my hands rapidly scrubbed with soap on my skin. Hoping that the remnants of what we had done, would flow down the drain.
But how could I scrub away at the images of him, of what transpired between us from my mind? Or the dirty desperate words he whispered in a husky tone. Those eyes of his darkened in a most fierce primal state. Drinking me in with unmatched hunger.
And I had lost myself within their depths while his fingers played me like a melodic instrument. The intensity was far more dense this time than ever before. Something seemed modified within his expressions. Or was my mind playing tricks on me?
Another concern zaps at my nerves, and my present thoughts come crashing down.
No! I couldn't allow it!
I stare down at my thighs, scrubbed raw from the shower sponge clutched in my fists. My menstrual cycle was supposed to start either yesterday or the day before.
"No..." I whisper to myself, eyes glazing over with tears. "Please don't be..pregnant..please.."
After minutes of moping, I clamber out of the bathroom. Slipping on my bathrobe, I sit on the edge of the bed. My mind wracked with worry over my menstrual cycle.
Perhaps it's just a bit delayed....
I made a secretive prayer, imploring Allah to save me from conceiving Vladimir's child. This shouldn't happen! Otherwise I would be stuck with Vladimir for life. It was shameful enough that I had committed the deed with him twice.
A sudden knock ensues against the door. I nearly vault out of my seated position in fright. Gaining recompose within seconds, I cautiously approach the bolted door.
"Wh-who is it?" I question shakily.
"Your husband.." Emits a sleek assured velvety reply.
Instantly my brows furrow in anger as I aim the door a glare. "Why can't you leave me alone?!"
"What's the matter?" His voice takes on a concerned tone. "Are you alright? Please open this door."
"No!" I snap, my hands fisted at my sides. "Just leave me alone, okay?!"
"Sweetheart.." He begins lightly. "Open this door, let's discuss face to face..there is much to discuss, believe me."
"I said no!" I huff in exasperation. "Just go away, I don't want to see your face right now."
His deep chuckle emanates through the door. "Am I that ugly to look at, huh?"
I'm caught off guard by the silly question. Ugly and Vladimir Nielsen in the same sentence is a contradiction. His appearance had a potent effect on me, it partly drove me to commit the unthinkable acts of previous hours. I desired to keep my distance from him.
"Just leave me alone" I growl harshly.
"Impossible.." His voice lowers, mellowed with desire. "Request for anything else but that.."
"I'm not opening this door!" I yell in defiance.
"Then I'll break it down, dollface.." He threatens promisingly. "Kindly allow me in, Sanam."
"You can't do that!" I beseech, worry pervading my tone. "Everyone will hear, don't create drama!"
"It's my property, I can break down doors all I want.." He replies amusedly. "Certainly doors my wife hides behind."
"No you won't!" I shake my head in disbelief.
"Now you're only daring me to." His respond is curt and he pummels himself against the door.
He does it twice more before the door gives away from its hinges. I shriek and rush behind my bed as he finally breaks through. Pieces of wood splinter from the hinges while the bronze nails clatter to the floor.
He saunters in, brushing away casually at the slight wooden dust collected on his blazer. A wicked smirk curves his mouth. Intense blue eyes align with mine across the room.
"H-How dare you!" I bellow at him.
How much strength did this man possess? I feel nothing but terrified at the way he broke through the hinges.
"How dare I indeed." He agrees in a playful tone, eyes trailing down my robed figure. "You should know by now, you married a very naughty gentleman."
"Get out!Gentlemen don't break down doors!" I scoff in renewed anger. "And as if I had a choice in marrying you!"
He evades my remarks while eyeing my room before stating calmly. "I'll have Anya shift your belongings to my room, you'll be sleeping with me tonight onwards."
My face contorts in increased fury. "Don't flatter yourself! I'm not sleeping with you! Just leave me alone!"
He frowns deeply. "Here I believed we finally resolved that issue in the back seat of the jeep."
My cheeks imbue in a pink flush. "Th-That was a mistake!"
"Oh really?" He inquires, eyes narrowing at me skeptically. He casually ambles forward, hands tucked inside the pockets of his immaculate blazer.
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