Page 126 of Marrying My Ex's Brother
Her eyes meet mine again, glassy and furious. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing.”
My fingers press harder, and she moans. The sound fills the small room and goes straight through me.
“You think violence should disgust you,” I say. “Sometimes it does. Sometimes it should.” I kiss the side of her neck, feeling her pulse race under my mouth. “But when it is yours, when it’s done for you, when it puts a man who frightened you on his knees…”
Her whole body tightens.
I smile against her skin. “There it is.”
“Stop talking,” she whispers.
“No.”
My fingers move faster over her clit. Her hips jerk into my hand.
“Watch your face, Anya.”
She does. Barely. Her eyes are heavy, mouth open, cheeks flushed. She watches herself fall apart while I hold her from behind, one hand under her dress, the other closing over her breast.
I slip one finger lower, teasing her entrance.
She freezes, and I slow immediately.
Her gaze snaps to mine. “You said no stopping,” she whispers.
I oblige.
I push one finger inside her. Slowly.
Her mouth opens on a silent gasp.
Tight. So tight my restraint almost snaps again.
I go still, letting her body adjust around me. Her hand comes off the sink and grabs my wrist. Not to pull me away. To hold on.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take it.”
She makes a broken sound when I move.
Just a little at first. In and out, shallow, controlled. Her body clenches around my finger like it can’t decide whether to resist or drag me deeper. I keep my thumb on her clit, rubbing in the same rhythm, and her legs start to shake.
“Yaromir.”
The way she says my name nearly makes me lose my mind.
I add a second finger carefully.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I catch her throat in my other hand. Not hard. Not enough to hurt. Just my hand around her neck, holding her there, making her feel the shape of my possession without taking her breath.
Her eyes open. In the mirror, I see the exact moment she understands what it does to her.
Her body clenches around my fingers. Hard.
My grip tightens by a fraction.
Her lips part.
