Page 61 of Dangerous Promises

"Don't. Don't stop."

Alexei's laugh is both cruel and satisfying. He starts to grunt and slide against me, his cock pressing between my cheeks. He's no longer holding me down by my hair, instead I lay here without struggling. I lay here letting this happen.

His hand slips towards my pussy, and I know from the feel of it that his fingers come away instantly drenched.

"Fuck. You're so wet, princess."

I spread my legs wider for him, his hand settling between them again. He isn't gentle, and he doesn't give me time to prepare. He only swipes over my clit once, my mouth opening on a gasp, before he inserts one finger inside, and then another, curling them until they hit a perfect spot inside me.

My hips buck up from the bed. "What-"

"Stop asking questions," he demands, pushing his fingers further inside me until he begins pumping them in and out. I can't be sure what's happening to me, only that it feels so good and he hasn't even got his hand on my clit.

I'm lost in sensation, so unsure of what's happening that I can't do anything other than gasp and moan and writhe as his fingers slam in and out of me.

I feel something building low in my stomach. Between my legs gets very wet, wetter than I've ever been before.

"That's it, princess," he says, whispering in my ear. "Come for me. You don't even need me to touch your clit, do you? You're going to come for me like a good girl, aren't you?"

His dirty words, combined with the force inside me, send me over the edge. I cry out, loudly moaning as my pussy convulses around his hand.

I have no idea what has happened. Only that it has never happened to me before. And it happened at the hands of my enemy. The bed below me feels drenched with my pleasure and I curl my hands in his silk sheets to stop from crying out too loud.

Alexei continues pumping his fingers inside of me, more gentle this time as I come down from my orgasm.

I turn my head hoping to see more of him, but the sight only sends me undone. His shorts have pulled down enough to expose his hard cock, piercings glistening. His bare chest full of tattoos on display. He goes to push his fingers inside me again.

"No," I say, my voice wanton and pathetic.

I feel him stop, but I don't want him to.

"I want you."

My mouth opens and closes around the words that I want to say. There's no coming back from these. But I don't think I can keep them in no matter how hard I try. For now, it's less of want and more of a need. I need him to stop playing with me. I need him to give me everything.

"Fuck me. Please."

He throws his head back and groans and the noise makes me even wetter. His tattooed throat bobs on a swallow and when his eyes return to mine they are feral and hungry. Worse still, when I see him grip his cock and aim for me my body falls weak on a shudder.

His hand comes at a squeeze to my hip to steady himself, and my head falls forward as I feel his hand guide his cock to my dripping cunt. He presses inside me, stretching me with every inch he goes. I can feel each notch on his Jacob's ladder as he pushes inside me until he's as deep as he can go.

When he settles fully inside me, we both moan in unison.

It doesn't start out slow or gentle. He doesn't give me any warning. From the second he begins, he goes hard and fast.

He grunts as he starts to thrust inside me, fucking me with everything he's got. This doesn't feel romantic, it doesn't feel like love. But it's raw and it's pure. We're clouded by each other, consequences be damned.

His skin slaps against mine as he takes me, fully in control as I watch his hands curl in the sheets next to my head, veins in his wrist popping.

"God dammit," he curses. He leans back, gripping both my hips and pulling me up with him onto all fours as he starts to take me roughly from behind. His skin slaps obscenely against me, and each time he thrusts he buries himself inside me to the hilt.

Everything he does feel so good. Every touch, every press inside me, feels incredible. He's rough and unleashed. He's unhinged. All the crazy things I see in his eyes when I look at him are rushing out and consuming me.

He thrusts harder and harder, his pace getting faster and faster until it feels impossible that he could keep this up.

I am completely at his mercy and he is totally in control. All I have to do is lay back and enjoy the way he unleashes himself on me. He grips my hair and pulls, using it for grip as he pounds inside me. My eyes close and my mouth opens on harsh moans and I do my best to stay upright.

Before I can understand what's happening, he pulls out and flips me over, pressing my legs open as he forces himself on topof me. He buries his cock with one thrust, and I gasp, trying to push my legs open further. Like I am so lost in desire for him that every part of me is trying to open up, to get him closer to me. He pushes all his weight against me until we're skin to skin. I wrap my hands around his back, digging my nails into his flesh and moaning in his ear as he continues to fuck me.