Page 118 of Venomous Desires

He pulled his thumb from my mouth, and I could still taste him on my lips. His hands trailed down my body, and my skin burned under his touch with fear.

I yelped involuntarily before he hauled me up and forced me around until I felt cold wood against my nipples. That’s when I realised he had bent me on the table. Panic flowed as I realised what he was to do.

I whimpered as his hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my arse.

Slap.

“See, Ptichka,” Leaning close, his breath brushed hot against my ear. “Every time you lie, I’ll make this ass red.”

He slapped me again, harder this time, and I cried out, the sound muffled as I bit down on my lip. The stinging pain melded with the fire building low in my belly. He knew exactly what he was doing.

His fingers trailed between my legs, finding the slick heat that betrayed me. He chuckled darkly as he teased my entrance.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured. “You’re such a good little slut, little bird. No matter how much you try to fight it, you love this. Youlovebeing mine.”

I bit back a groan as I arched unconsciously at the invading sensation.

He spread my legs with his knees and positioned me exactly how he wanted. I could feel him behind me, the heat of his body, the way his hardness pressed against my thigh.

“You’d stay away from that boy for his own sake,” he ran his fingers along the curve of my arse. “Don’t make me cut his limbs and make a garland.”

He slapped me again, and this time, I couldn’t hold back the groan. Judas chuckled darkly, his hand coming down once more.

Slap.

“Never lie, because next time, I won’t be so gentle.”

He leaned over me and bit down hard on my shoulder, but before I could even process the pain, his hand moved around to my chest, roughly grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipplesbetween his fingers.

As he twisted and tugged at my sensitive nipples, his thumb circled my clit. Then, the world splintered. My body jolted when I felt the pressure of his cock pressed against my entrance, and before I could even catch my breath, he drove himself deep inside me from behind.

A strangled cry escaped my lips.

My body was still tender from the night before, and the sensation was so intense it felt like he was carving his name into my very soul. I could feel the slick heat of us, making me feel both utterly broken anddisgustinglywhole.

He pounded relentlessly. Not caring if I could take him full or not. He was proving a point, reminding me that no matter how much I tried to resist, my body was already his.

I was lost in a haze of sensation, unable to think or breathe, only able to feel the brutal way he claimed me. His calloused hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, that left no doubt who was in control.

“Look at you,” he growled, leaned down to bite the curve of my shoulder. “Clench your pussy,Ptichka.”

I did, and he let out a low groan before pulling my hair back just enough to expose the arch of my neck. His mouth trailed hot, hungry kisses down my spine.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,”his thrusts became deeper, as he grumbled in Russian. “I could spend a lifetime inside you.”

“Ah!” I came once again, but he didn’t stop. My pussy was sore, and so was ass. I hated how much my body craved him in ways that should be criminal.

I was so sensitive I couldn’t move. His hand moved to my waist as he flipped me onto my back. I yelped as he grabbed my legs, pushed them over my shoulder and lined his cock.

I shook my head. “No, I—Ah!”

He drove inside with a force that left me rattling. Handswrapped around my neck as his hips rolled in slow circles, and I groaned.

Fuck.

My vision blurred, and I hated how these slow, tantalising thrusts were deeper than his pounding.

My legs quivered as tears ran down my face.I can’t take it. The pressure is too much.