Page 52 of Secret Heir

“Turn over,” I order.

She gasps. “What?”

“Turn. Over.” I grip her hip and flip her onto her stomach before she can protest. “On your knees.”

She rises onto her hands and knees, and the sight of her like this—ass in the air, back arched, completely exposed—makes my cock throb painfully.

I run my hands over her ass and squeeze, spreading her open so I can see everything. She tries to press back against me to seek contact, but I hold her in place.

“Please.” Her voice is muffled against the sheets. “Maksim, please.”

“Please what?” I slap her ass and she cries out. “Use your words, moya krasavitsa.”

The endearment slips out before I can stop myself. My beauty. It’s something I used to call her eight years ago when things were different. When I thought I knew her.

She inhales sharply at the words. “Please fuck me. I need—I need you inside me.”

Pure male satisfaction courses through me. She wants me. She needs me. And I need her. I line myself up, feeling her heat against my tip. Then I slam into the hilt in one brutal thrust. She screams into the pillow, her whole body going rigid. I don’t give her time to adjust as I fuck her hard and deep, my hands tightly gripping her hips.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask roughly. “Is this what you needed to make you forget?”

“Yes!” She moans as she pushes back against me now, meeting each thrust. “Yes, harder. Please.”

I give her what she’s begging for, driving into her with punishing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with her desperate whimpers and my harsh breathing.

I reach around and find her clit, pinching the small bud. She clenches around me immediately, and I feel her getting close again.

“Don’t come yet,” I warn her as my hips snap against her ass. “Not until I tell you.”

“I can’t—I can’t hold it—” Her whole body is shaking. “Maksim, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” I slow my thrusts to deep, grinding rolls that hit every nerve ending. “You’ll come when I say. Understand?” I say harshly as I pull on her ponytail to make her arch her back more. I hiss at the new angle and she cries out again.

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, I understand.”

I fuck her hard and fast until sweat is dripping down my back and she’s sobbing. The anger and need all blend together into something that feels almost transcendent.

“Maksim, please.” She’s begging now, completely uninhibited. “Please let me come. Please, I need⁠—”

“Touch yourself,” I order as I slap her ass again. “I want to feel you do it.”

Her hand slides between her legs, and I feel her fingers brush against me where we’re joined. The sensation makes me groan. She works her clit in tight circles, and she clenches around me.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Let me feel it. Show me how much you need this.”

She’s so close I can feel her trembling on the edge. I change the angle slightly, hitting deeper, and she cries out.

“Now,” I command, my breathing ragged and harsh. “Come for me now.”

She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing. The feel of her coming around me is almost too much as she gushes around me and how she’s gasping my name. I pull out quickly and flip her onto her back, needing to see her face. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused and animalistic pride rushes through me. I did this to her. I slide back inside her and she whimpers, oversensitive but still pulling me closer with her legs.

“Again,” I tell her, my hips already grinding into hers. “Give me another one.”

Her eyes are wide now. “I—I can’t⁠—”

“Yes, you can.” I pin her wrists above her head again with one hand and use the other to tilt her hips up, changing the angle. “You’ll give me everything, Aria. If you won’t tell me your secrets, you’ll give me this.”

I fuck her through the aftershocks of her first orgasm, building her up again. She’s so sensitive that every thrust makes her gasp and squirm, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.