Page 61

Every time I closed my eyes, I was going to see those dark eyes staring up at me from between my legs while he held my life in the palms of his hands.

"Please." The words escaped my lips unbidden. I pressed my lips together, sinking my teeth into them to stop them from betraying me like the rest of my body was.

Amusement sparkled in his eyes as he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud over and over until I gave him the orgasm he demanded.

My back bowed hard enough to lift my shoulders and my hips off of the bed, my weight balanced between my heels digging into his back, and my wrists pulling at the handcuffs.

Even the sharp shock of pain from the metal clampedaround my wrists, radiating down my arms into my spine, just added to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. An edge that seemed to intensify each wave so much more.

I didn’t know if I screamed, or if I cried out, or if my beautiful agony was completely silent. I knew that it took what seemed like an eternity for the waves of pleasure to finally subside enough for me to release the tension in my back and land softly back on the mattress.

The moment I did, I was filled with shame.

This man had threatened to kill me…multiple times.

He was a murderer and a villain.

More than that. He'd stripped me of my dignity, forcing me to suck his cock in a dark office. Then he stalked me to my second job, where he bent me over to spank me, tortured me in the most intimate ways, shamed me in front of everyone at that club, and then kidnapped me.

Not just kidnapped me. He put a hood over my head, making sure I couldn't see or hear anything as he paraded my naked form out of the privacy of the champagne room. He only covered me to go outside, and I suspected that was less about my modesty and more about making sure a cop didn't try to take me from him for indecent exposure.

I'd never been so scared in my life.

He pushed me past my limits and there was no sign of him slowing down.

No one had been this controlling, this terrifying in my life. No one had ever stripped me of my agency so completely.

Even when those thugs broke down my apartment door to threaten me over my father's gambling debts.

They allowed me to act as an adult. They pretended like I had some control over my actions, my body. Even as they demanded I pay my father's debts, locking me into a life of misery, but still. They treated me like a person.

Pavel treated me like a thing, a thing he could control, a thing he could steal with no repercussions. And then he showed me how little control I had—not only over what happened to me, but over how I responded.

How was it even possible for me to freaking come? How could he make me feel things that were so depraved and yet so intense? I should have been too terrified to respond to him at all, but here I was. Naked, chained to a bed and instead of shaking in fear, my body was shaking with the aftereffects of the second orgasm he had pulled from my unwilling body.

The man really was sent straight from hell. Another punishment I suffered in place of my father.

My fingers curled into fists as I fought my bindings even as each delicious aftershock rolled through me.

Reality crashed over me when he reared up, keeping my ankles balanced on his shoulders and positioning his massive cock at my entrance.

"My turn."

"Wait!" I cried out, not ready for that, not wanting him to take my last shred of innocence, of dignity.

Maybe if I could tell him before, he wouldn't?—

He thrust in deep, cutting off my thoughts completely.

He impaled me on his cock, taking my virginity in one harsh push.

A single intense, white-hot spike of pain tore through me, disintegrating whatever pleasure was still flowing through my veins.

"What the fuck?" He dropped my legs, forcing them apart so he could drape his body over mine, pinning me down as he grabbed my hair and forced me to face him.

"Are you a goddamn virgin?" He growled the question like he was enraged by the anticipated answer.

Probably mad he didn't realize he could have sold me for a higher price.