by Snow, Nicole
For a minute, I was frozen. He held me, taking my whole fucking world into his hands, all while everything I knew before splintered and fractured into pieces.
I was too stunned to cry. Too sick to choke. Too furious to know who the hell my anger should be pointed at. I tried to jerk away, but he wouldn't let me.
The folder dropped from my shaking hands and the pages went spilling across the floor. “Anton, I can't –“
“You don't fucking have to. You can look at that shit tomorrow. There's no rush.”
Asshole. I shook my head, more vigorously when one of his hands began sliding up my thigh. He knew how to press buttons I didn't understand.
No way was I coming unraveled like this. Not here. Not now.
“Whatever. I still don't trust you.” I hissed it through my teeth.
“I don't need you to, babe. I just need you to listen to what I'm saying and cooperate. You want to work with me, Sabrina. Stop acting like you don't.” His chest shook as he took a deep, long breath. “Fuck. You can keep spitting nothing but lies and doubts outta those lips. But your body doesn't lie. There's no bullshit here. Just want. Need.”
His fingers pinched my bare thigh, higher than I thought he'd climbed, dangerously close to my panties. Tremors shot through me. The starry void behind me opened up and came through the glass, circled my head, drowned my senses in its glowing lights.
When I sucked in oxygen and tried to steady myself, I smelled him. It was all Anton Ivankov, that evilly masculine scent singeing my nostrils, leaving me pleading for more.
His hand wasn't stopping. His fingers slipped up, brushed my stomach, and then dove down the waistband to my panties. There was no stopping him from feeling how ruined I was, how soaked he'd made me without even knowing it.
“Tonight's the night, babe. You fucking know it, and so do I.” He rubbed lower, spreading his fingers in my folds, holding his fingers apart so near my clit. I started shaking all over again. “I'm gonna lay you down and fuck you. That'll clear both our heads. That'll wreck walls. And if it doesn't, tough shit, because I don't think all the brick in the world could hold my dick back from your pussy right now.”
“Anton...”
Stop. But please don't stop.
I'm dying. Losing my mind. Drowning in my own slick pool of fire.
What the hell's happening to me? Really?
My mind wouldn't work. The questions and sensations were coming so fast. He must've sensed the unease crawling through my skin because the next thing I felt was his stubble. It brushed my cheek as he pulled away from my ear, dragging his hot breath across my face, centering himself just right.
His kiss came before I could say another word.
I wondered if I'd ever speak again. Our lips locked in a fury, captured a black energy burning through my skin, straight down to my bones. Muscles clenched so hard deep inside me my entire body rocked.
My ass jerked through the red dress, unintentionally grinding against him, hitting the sweet spot raging between his legs. His next kiss came a whole lot harder, barely breaking for air. He smothered me, caught my lower lip between his teeth, and ripped me open for his tongue.
He was in me. One part of him, at least, and it was only a fraction as intense as it would be to have him inside me somewhere else.
The same tongue that barked endless filth and orders at me for the first week wasn't any less commanding on my flesh. He swirled laps around my tongue, caught it, and led it in a hypnotic dance. He sucked the air right out of my lungs in one long, hungry, panty wetting kiss.
Jesus. I wondered if I still had anything on underneath the dress at all when he finally let me rest.
His eyes glowed brighter than the stars, drawing me into the maelstrom. He kept looking at me while his hands circled my ass, pinched it tight, and pulled me harder against his dick.
“Fuck, babe. You know what's happening here?” Another push. Another jerk of my hips.
My clit throbbed so hard it hurt. I would've given anything for a good pair of shears. And no, I wouldn't even jam them into his throat like I should – I'd use them to tear off the clothes between us.
“No, Anton.” My voice sounded so distant, smothered in the ocean of lust. “I don't understand. You're scaring me.”
He let out a low, deep laugh. “Good. Because I'm a little afraid of how you're gonna be after I throw you down and fuck you. It's okay to be scared shitless. You think you're scared now? You'd pass right out in my arms if you knew the kinda shit rampaging through my skull since that first talk we had at the prison.”
My hand was shaking. I couldn't stand being held like this any longer without touching him. I ran my uneasy fingernails down his chest, following the buttons, feeling his heat underneath the fabric.
Holy shit. I could practically sense his heartbeat, banging away like pure bass behind his ribs.
“Fear doesn't matter here. I know that. I'm ready. I can take you.”
Was I out of my fucking mind? Had I really said it? The surprised, challenged look on his face said I had.
Shit.
He took a longer, sharper breath before he said anything. “I'll leave you screaming and sore, baby girl. Shit, I'll make you feel me for the next fucking week, inside and out, every time you move. Your little cunt'll burn, and you'll still want more. The bruises I'll leave on your ass and suck around your tits will remind you that you'll never fuck like the old Sabrina again.”
“Like there's anything there to ruin and change. You'll be the first to show me anything.”
My face heated, burned fiercer than I expected when the words left my mouth. Time froze. Anton looked at me like I'd just told him I was seeing pink elephants.
“What?” His hand clapped over my mouth before I could say anything else.
“We're done talking, babe. If you're telling me you're a virgin...” He closed his eyes. “Fuck! You realize there's no turning back now, right? I could've tied my dick down and walked away if you started to whimper your regrets. Now? No fucking way. I'm not walking outta here 'til you're thoroughly fucked and dripping come down your legs. You're not leaving this bed anything less than a beautiful fucking woman.”
The tremors were crawling through both of us now. He spun me around, threw me down, flattened me on the bed. His huge bulk hung over me, and he smashed my legs around his torso, then zipped one hand up between my thighs.
I listened to him inhale sharply when he found the wetness there. He grabbed my panties and pulled, jerked them all the way off. I barely lost my heels on the floor in time to feel them skip along my ankles.
“Fuck,” he growled again. “Hope you're ready to suck and fuck, 'cause there's no stopping it. Hope you remembered to take that pill too. If you didn't, tough shit. We'd be fucking tonight on a bed of angry cobras before I'd think about stopping. Nothing'll stop me from shooting up inside that sweet little cunt – not even if some fuck busts in here and puts a gun to my head. Nothing, Sabrina, do you hear me?”
I heard him, all right, but the raging fire in my pussy was the only thing reaching my brain now. He ground his hips into me, forcing my dress up my belly, rocking his swollen erection into the bare slit he'd exposed.
I saw it. This was how I was going to die: heat stroke, underneath this brutal animal who'd taken me prisoner, this man I should've been fighting with everything I had instead of melting all over him in a position that was way past compromised.
“Nothing!” He growled it again, pumping more rough friction against my pussy.
My thighs shook, involuntarily trying to close against the shock. Anton felt one ripple and took them in both hands, spreading me apart. He dropped lower, sucking one breast through my dress and bra on his way down.
It happened like lightning. When I opened my eyes and tried to breathe, his face was between my legs, rough stubble skating up my tender inner thighs. The kisses he'd leveled against my lips, my tongue, my neck were all turned on my drenched center.
Anton held me
down. He had to when his tongue started flicking my pussy over and over again, a relentless motion filled with such gusto it would've shamed a man dying of thirst. He licked me, sucked me, fucked me with his mouth, cursing more dirty words I couldn't quite make out while I gurgled up above.
No orgasm ever came like this. I thought I'd lost a piece of myself when he forced me to come with his hands, but now my soul was being shredded with every merciless lick.
I couldn't help myself. I pushed against his face, locked my thighs around his face. He seemed to enjoy it, grabbing the outer edges and pushing both legs harder against his head. He worked like a madman, growling as he fucked me with his tongue, never losing a single precious second to come up for air.
Nothing! The last thing he said echoed in my head. Rampant in every lick. Absolutely fucking nothing.
Whatever doubts and fears I had were banished by his tongue and the forceful fingers pressed into my skin. His raw fury turned me to stone, throttling more pleasure through my body.
Anton found my clit, pulled it into his mouth. He held it gently between his teeth, a prisoner for his quaking tongue, gliding over its overloaded surface.
Nothing, nothing, nothing!
I had nothing left to hold back. Fire erupted from my core and spread through my body in one long awesome blooming sensation. My pussy jerked, and he increased his suction. I ruptured, felt like I was coming undone from the bottom up, creaming myself through the racing fire.
“Anton!” I shrieked, clawing at the sheets overhead, anchoring myself to the bed so I didn't jump right through the ceiling.
It was the last thing I said before climax took over. Then there was nothing but that choppy, insatiable fire licking me all over, especially my tender nipples and everything below my waist. His tongue was all over me, tingling through my sweat, mirrored on my skin when he was really still fused to my pussy.
My eyes rolled back and I surrendered. There was no way left to resist, nothing left to do but lay and let the tide carry me away.
Ecstasy carried me far from the mansion, away to some distant, hot corner of the universe before I slammed back into my own body. I regained consciousness with my face turned to the side, staring at the stars. When I turned my head, he was over me, bowed up between my legs. Anton's fingers pulled at the straps on my dress.
“What happened?” I whispered. As if the nascent tingle in my body didn't tell the story my brain couldn't process.
“You came your fucking brains out, babe. You came beautiful. I'd eat that sweet cunt all day and make you scream with just my tongue. But I gotta do something to shut my dick up now. I need to be inside you.”
Holy, holy shit. The way his voice rumbled like an avalanche when he said the last part left no doubt about what was happening.
He was going to split me open and take my virginity. And I wasn't even going to regret it.
At last, it was happening. I would've preferred a few dates, some good food and wine before he took me like this. So I'd told myself for years. I never imagined I'd be offering myself to a criminal who wasn't really giving me a choice, but there it was.
He wasn't asking. And I wasn't saying no.
He'd picked me up, lit me on fire, and scorched away every shred of my resistance. I hated him when he was ordering me around, keeping me prisoner – but I didn't despise a single thing about him when his tongue smothered my tender flesh.
Did that make us both equally fucked up lovers in this...this...whatever the hell this freaky thing was?
The shuffle of his clothes interrupted my racing thoughts. My dress was already gone, tugged off my body sometime when I was deep in my own head.
He shed his shirt with superhuman speed. He yanked off his shoes and then his trousers, losing them on the floor, snapping the boxers down his muscular legs next.
A huge red bird adorned his chest. It was dark like blood, a shade brighter than the stripes and wild patterns running up his arms, flying down his back. Everything inked to this man looked like it was meant to fly, lift him right off the ground and carry him out the window into the silvery night.
I reached out, brushing the huge predator with my hand. “Is this an eagle?”
Anton smiled. “Firebird. You've heard of it, right?” I hadn't.
“This motherfucker's legend,” he said, bowing out his chest so I could get a better look. “Every feather it sheds is a blessing or a curse, guaranteed to smother everything it touches in flames. The firebird gets to the true heart of people and things. My nana always used to tell me the myths. Guess it stuck after all these years.”
Fitting. And way more thoughtful than anything I wanted to give him credit for. Maybe Anton wasn't just a hard headed thug after all.
Not that his bare, muscular body wanted me to think anything different. He flexed, pushed his hands together, lowering his face. I followed his stare and gasped when I saw what he had between his legs.
His dick was huge. I mean, I'd seen big men with large packages on modeling sites before – some of them just as sinister looking and inked up as him. But what he had waiting for me, throbbing between his cedar sized thighs...
I closed my eyes and swallowed. Would it even fit inside me? If average guys were like five inches, then this was twice that, maybe more.
He shifted, stepped forward, rubbing it against my belly, giving his hips a good pump to make me feel how thick and long and hard he was. I shuddered. It might tear me to hell, but damn if I didn't want to try to ride it, push it all the way to my womb.
I did a double take when the dim moonlight caught a flash of something metal on his cock. There was something like a small bullet, a stud attached to his tip.
“What's the matter, babe? Every chick I've ever fucked loves what she sees. Don't tell me you're scared of a pierced dick?” He grinned. “I get it. This is your first. You're nervous. Don't be. Stuff that shit down and meet the only dick you're ever gonna have filling your holes. I'm gonna rock your fucking world so hard you'll never think about what another man feels like. Just me. Only me. You're mine, Sabrina.”
Our eyes met. His glacial blue seas were on fire.
Bastard. I'd never stop saying it, thinking it, feeling it. He was always so confident, even when we were both naked. Would he wipe that murderous smug off his face when he finally came?
My pussy ached at the thought. I wondered if he'd really burn me from the inside out when he unloaded. Jesus, then there was the birth control. I'd been taking the pill through all this, just like he'd asked, but I seriously wondered if it would do a damned thing to stop him from getting me pregnant.
“I just need a second,” I whispered, fighting a stupid smile twisting my lips. “This is crazy. It's all happening like –“
“Just like it's meant to, babe. I knew we'd be fucking the moment I saw you. Just didn't know I'd want it this bad.”
He pushed his hips against me and grunted. Up and down, up and down, his dick glided over my skin in a wide arc, slathering him in the cream I couldn't stop oozing. It made the next jerks smoother, but I still jumped in his arms when he brushed over my clit.
“You're so damned responsive,” he said. “Maybe I should hold you down. Make you jerk me off with just your squirming when I'm balls deep inside you.”
“Yes!” I hissed, a needy sound so sharp I barely recognized it as my own.
He must've decided the time for talk and teasing was over. Suddenly, he swept lower, manhandling my breasts, pulling the nipples taut between his fingers for his mouth. He sucked one for a good long while and then moved to the next, all while I buckled underneath him, keeping my sanity by brushing my sleek legs against his.
He was growing warmer by the second. When I ran my hands up his spine, it was like touching volcanic rock, something rough and hot the earth had heaved up, chiseled to freak perfection in the mantle.
“Please!” I whimpered when he pulled away from my nipple, now sucked to sweet softness. “I need this, Anton. I want it bad.”
There. He had my confession. Now, I wanted him to push between my legs and take all twenty-two years I'd lived as a stupid virgin in my family's shadow away.
He read my mind. Next thing I knew, the hardness between my legs slipped lower. He raised his hips, pulling my legs tight to his hips, getting his dick in the perfect position.
Growling, he sank into me.
It was slow at first, gradual and just a little bit painful. Good thing my pussy was so damned wet, still dripping with the need he'd stirred. I buckled, jerked up, steeling myself to take every beautiful inch of him.
He grabbed me, helped me take him deep. My eyes were pinched shut tight when he was finally all the way in, pressing his swollen head somewhere near my womb.
“You good, babe?” He stopped, held himself there, and clasped my chin.
I opened my eyes and nodded. Even if I wasn't, there was no stopping the lunatic need churning in our veins, pulling us together, calling us to fuck at all costs.
“Good. 'cause now I'm gonna hammer this pussy to heaven. Hold on and let it all go. The more you come, the better it'll be.”
Like I had any choice.
I had to rough out the first few strokes when he pulled backwards and slammed into me, clinging to the mad desire while his thrusts stretched me to my limits. But every thrust kindled a little more fire, feeding the frenzy building in my core. Muscles sucked, clenched, and relaxed with his rhythm.
My pussy knew what it wanted, and it quickly adapted to get its greedy way.
Another climax hit me out of nowhere, so fast and unexpected it was almost blinding. It scorched away the rest of the pain and discomfort, leaving only ecstasy in its wake. And it was just one more wave of the long storm he carried through my body, howling into every nerve.
He was fucking me faster when I opened my eyes and stopped screaming.
My fingers ached from clawing at the sheets. I was surprised they were intact. My grip wasn't so good after coming on his dick, especially with the way he was pounding me into the bed.