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"You bastard!" I screamed and hit his shoulders.

His fingers hooked the edge of my panties and ripped. They hit the floor. Then his tongue was on me. That familiar sensation created a sickening dissonance. I hated my body. Hated that it still responded. Hated how it betrayed me.

"Stop." I pushed his head hard.

He ignored me, tongue moving over sensitive flesh, licking, sucking. Electric heat radiated from my core, but it was wrapped in humiliation and rage.

"Go to hell!" I grabbed fistfuls of his hair. "You should be dead."

He suddenly closed his mouth around the most sensitive spot and sucked hard. I almost cried out, biting down on my own hand instead. His tongue circled that point while his thumbpressed at my entrance. My body's instinct started overriding my mind.

"No." I shook my head, tears blurring my vision.

He suddenly thrust two fingers inside. My body went rigid. His fingers pumped in and out, hitting that spot that made me lose my mind. My legs started shaking. I hated this feeling. Hated that my body was wet at a time like this.

His fingers sped up, creating obscene wet sounds. His tongue greedily licked along my inner thigh. My breathing spiraled out of control. The forced climb toward climax crashed over me like a tsunami.

No. I couldn't come. I absolutely could not come while he forced this on me. But my nerves had completely lost control.

When I came back to myself, he'd bitten down on my clit, and I'd reached the peak.

Once again, I'd lost completely.

Chapter Twenty

Matvey

I stood up, wiping the slick from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. She was still trembling, caught in the aftershocks, her eyes wide with a mix of fury and lingering pleasure. As I leaned in closer, she finally snapped out of it and began to struggle, pushing hard against my chest. But I didn't budge an inch. I stripped away the last scraps of clothing on her body until she was completely naked.

I started at her neck, kissing a slow path down her skin, savoring the way her pulse jumped under my lips. My hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened. I took one into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue while my other hand kneaded the soft flesh.

She arched despite herself, a soft whimper escaping her throat. I could feel her growing wetter, her body responding even as she fought me.

"You hate me," I murmured against her skin, "but your body wants this. Wants me." I moved lower, kissing along her ribs, her stomach, then back up to lavish attention on her breasts again, pinching and rolling her nipples until she gasped. Her thighspressed together, but I could see the fresh slick glistening there, her arousal building despite her protests.

I freed my cock, hard and aching, and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my back instinctively as I pressed her against the wall. I entered her in one smooth thrust, burying myself deep.

She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders and raking down my back. The sharp sting only made me groan with pleasure. Her inner walls clenched around me, tighter than before, pulling me in as if her body refused to let go even while she struggled.

I held her close, thrusting steadily, each movement letting me sink fully inside her. She kept fighting, pushing at my chest and twisting her hips, but her pussy gripped me harder with every shift. I could feel how soaked she was, how her body welcomed me even as her mind rebelled. The wet sounds of our joining filled the small space, obscene and intimate.

I began to move, and her legs wrapped around me even tighter. Walking while buried inside her let my cock drag in and out with every step, hitting deep and pulling back slowly.

She gasped and clawed at me, but her breaths grew ragged, her moans breaking through. I could tell she was really feeling it now, the pleasure overriding her resistance. Her hips started to rock against mine in tiny, involuntary movements.

"That's it," I whispered, nipping at her ear. "Let yourself feel how good this is."

I carried her to the bathroom door and pressed her back against it, driving into her with deeper, more deliberate strokes. I bent my head to lick and suck at her breasts again, teasing her nipples until they were swollen and sensitive. Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling hard, but whether to push me away or hold me closer, even she seemed unsure.

Voices drifted in from outside the door, two women chatting.

"Work has been piling up lately. I don't know how we're supposed to get out on time."

"Yeah, it's ridiculous."

She tensed immediately, her eyes flying open in panic. "There are people out there," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "My colleagues. Stop, Matvey. Please stop."

"They'll see the door is closed and leave us alone," I murmured, slowing my thrusts but not stopping. I kept the rhythm lazy and deep, grinding against her with every push.