Page 20 of Hunted Bride

She picks up another one, and this time, she hits me square in the chest. Hard enough to hurt. Now I’m really turned on.

I jump all the way onto the green baize, duck under the light fixture, and roll off. She scrambles backward. The tie belt on her bathrobe comes undone. It falls open to display her glorious curves and the glistening dark patch between her thighs.

“Don’t lie to me, Mouse. You like this.”

“I don’t!”

“If you want me to stop, you know the word.” Now that I have her trapped between the pool table and the bar, I advance on her slowly. Giving her time to respond. Her eyes dart wildly between me, past my shoulder, at the door, then back to my Ghostface mask.

“Say it,” I command. Her lips press flat. She shakes her head mulishly. My lips curve upward in a knowing smile. “Have it your way. You know what you’re going to get. My cock. My cum inside you.” I whip her around and press her belly against the rounded edge of the bar. I take her left hand and press it against the wood. With my free hand, I unfasten my belt and take out my cock. I yank the bathrobe out of the way.

When I slide my hand between her thighs, they’re instantly coated in her nectar.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I grit out. “Admit it, and you might get what you want.”

Mercilessly I dip two fingers inside her tight passage. She makes a sound halfway between a moan and a gasp. Her hips rock into my touch. I torment her. Edging her close to a climax. I want her surrender.

“Say it, Mouse.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I want you, Khishnik. Please.”

Her thighs tremble. I circle her clit. Thrust three fingers into her.

“Good girl.” I’d kiss her shoulder if I could, but kissing is one intimacy I cannot allow. “Come on my hand.” I issue the command in a tone of crushed gravel. With a few more strokes, her dripping pussy pulses around my thick fingers.

I want her cunt milking my cock dry.

I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. I have her sweet body against mine. Years of fantasizing made reality. I slick the blunt head of my cock through her wet folds. She rocks back, trying to take me. I line myself up at her entrance and shove forward with vicious force. My vision blanks. White behind my eyelids. Nothing in my mind but yes, yes, fuck yes, this feels so right. I grab her right wrist and pin her to the bar, thrusting hard. I could come hard and fast. I don’t. At the precipice, I ease off.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” I mutter into her hair, hating the mask I have to wear for both our sakes. She moans. I slide out and slam home again. Set a steady rhythm. Slower now. Dragging this out until I’ve had my fill of her.

Milena comes a second time. She turns her head to the side, with her cheek flat against the bar. In profile, her lips parted and her lashes at half-mast, she’s the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She calls out “Khishnik, I’m coming.” Suddenly, I’m irrationally jealous of my own fictitious character that I created.

I want my name to be the one on her lips. I want to hear her cry out Rion, not the Russian word for predator. I want us both naked. To feel all of her, skin to skin. No clothes.

But that’s not what we have.

This is fucked up. It’s fucked up because of who we are. Who we were born to. But mostly, it’s fucked up because of me. What I’ve done.

Milena is the only person I’ve ever cared about in a romantic sense, and I haven’t been honest with her a single day in our lives. Six years of lies and deceit. My twisted pursuit set us on this destructive course.

If she knew who I was, she’d run.

I’d catch her. I always will.

I can’t bury my growing doubts in lust—but I’m damn sure going to try. I thrust hard into her tight pussy, until she comes again, dragging me over the edge with her. I don’t pull out. She’s too good, too tempting. When it’s over, she slumps bonelessly against the bar. Panting, I gape at where we’re still joined. When I ease out, my cum drips down her thighs.

I really did it.

I wasn’t sure I would. Wanted to, sure. Fantasized about it.

I’ve never finished without a condom before. The idea of getting a woman pregnant was a catastrophe. Now? When putting my child inside a rival bratva faction’s daughter really would be a catastrophe for me and my entire family?

It’s all I want.

The yearning that’s driven me to this point twists viciously in my chest.

In fascination, I dip my fingertip in the mess and try to push it back up. “Don’t wash this off,” I order her. I push away. Tuck my cock inside my pants and zip them up.