Page 25 of Silken Chains
“You’re so wet for me. Yes. Come for me,” he growls in my ear as his fingers thrust deeper, harder, and faster inside of me.
“Fuck… Oh… fuck!” I yell out and my nails scratch down his back, leaving behind angry red marks. But he doesn’t give a damn, and neither do I.
“Oh God, yes!” I scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through me. My vision blurs as I lose control, my chest heaving and my heart racing so fast I think it might burst.
I’ve never come so easily with anyone, but with Victor it’s like he knows all the secret places to touch and tease until I’m writhing beneath him. His weight pins me down, but instead of feeling trapped, I feel safe—I can’t help but compare him to David—cold and distant in bed.
“Tell me,” he growls again, as his fingers continue their relentless pace inside of me, “what desires are clouding your thoughts?”
My mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions, but all I can manage to say is “Revenge.” The word drips with venom and longing at the same time.
“Revenge?” he repeats with a smirk playing on his lips. And before I can even process what’s happening, he leans down to capture my nipple between his teeth. The sensations crash over me like waves, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I want revenge,” I pant out between moans and gasps. But deep down, I know it’s not just revenge I want—it’s him. All of him.
“Fuck!” I scream. I scream in frustration, my voice cracking with pent-up desire. I need him inside of me.
“Be careful, kiska,” he growls, his breath scorching as he leans closer to me. “In my world, revenge is a dangerous game—it can destroy you just as easily as it destroys your target.”
I gasp as he starts licking and biting down on my nipple, the line between pleasure and pain blurring into one pulsing sensation.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
His fingers plunge inside me, filling me up.
“I… I will have what I… deserve,” I moan as his fingers tease my nipple, making it harder and harder while fueling my desire.
My heartbeat races with adrenaline and lust as I whisper, “Partly,” knowing that my intentions are driven by the betrayal of my husband’s infidelity and the loss of my store. But in this moment, with Victor, there is a sense of solace.
“What do you really want, Laura?” His voice is steady, but his eyes are wild with desire. I lock eyes with him and declare fiercely, “I want to feel alive again. To forget everything else.” My words pour out like a torrent of emotion and pent-up longing.
“And… you want me,” he states confidently, spreading my folds and gently teasing my clit with his fingertips. “You want me to fuck your horny little cunt.”
“Y-yes,” I gasp uncontrollably, unable to deny the truth as it spills from my lips. “I need you to fuck me,” I beg shamelessly, consumed by the overwhelming urge to feel him inside me.
Victor’s eyes turn wild, like a beast’s been let loose. He’s got this wicked smirk, like he knows he’s about to cause some real trouble. “Is that so?” he says. With a devious grin, Victor ravages my mouth, igniting electric sensations all over my body. He frantically rips off my dress in a frenzy and parts my legs wider, his lips traveling down to my throbbing pussy.
“Blyad,” he mutters against my wet pussy.
“Fuck, yes.” As his mouth devours my exposed pussy with reckless abandon, I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. His tongue plunges deep inside me, lapping at me with insatiable hunger. And his skilled fingers thrust and curl inside me, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
“Oh, God.” I cling onto his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin as I surrender to the intense sensations wracking my body.
With three fingers still buried inside me, he twists and pinches my nipple, adding a new layer of electrifying pain to the pleasure pulsing through me. And instead of easing up, he pulls my hips up higher, forcing me to grind into his mouth as I reach climax.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, he halts his movements and delivers a series of sharp slaps to my throbbing clit. Each one sends waves of agony and ecstasy through me until I can no longer hold back.
“Fuck, yes, fuck!” I scream and moan uncontrollably.
Victor commands with a possessive growl, “Come for me, kiska. Let the whole city hear who you belong to.” And with that final command, I surrender completely to his dominance, lost in a sea of pleasure and pain.
Victor.
“Yes, Victor, yes…” I scream his name. And I cum on his fingers.
“That’s my good girl. Ask for me to spank your ass and make you come again.”
