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LACEY

Vadim enters me in one smooth thrust, and I gasp as my body trembles at the exquisite fullness. His thick length stretches me deliciously as he buries himself to the hilt.

I clench around him instinctively, drawing a groan from his throat.

"Is this how you're supposed to fuck whores?" I whisper, my hands fisting in the sheets. "All slow and soft and gentle?"

He starts with slow, deliberate strokes that make every nerve ending sing. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I push back against him, wanting more, needing more.

"Harder," I beg. "Make me feel it."

His hands grip my hips tighter as he picks up the pace. The sound of skin against skin fills the room along with our mingled breaths and moans.

"Like this?" he growls, snapping his hips sharply.

"Yes!" I cry out. "Just like that. Don't stop."

My entire body rocks with the force of his thrusts now. I can feel him so deep inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. The pleasure builds higher and higher with each stroke.

"More," I plead. "Please, Vadim. Fuck me like a whore!"

He obliges, driving into me with renewed vigor. One hand slides up my back to tangle in my hair, using the grip to arch me how he wants me. The new angle has me seeing stars.

"Such a good girl," he praises. "And an even better whore."

His words send another rush of heat through me. I push back to meet each thrust, desperate for more friction, more pleasure, more of him.

I pull Vadim down to me, desperate to taste him as he pounds into me. Our kiss is all teeth and tongue, messy and primal. His cock fills me completely with each powerful thrust, and I match his intensity, rolling my hips to meet him.

"Yes," I gasp against his mouth. "Just like that."

He kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as his pace becomes almost punishing. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, using the leverage to drive him deeper. The new angle has me crying out with each thrust.

My nails rake down his back as pleasure builds inside me. His muscles flex beneath my fingers, sweat making his skin slick. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with our arousal fills my senses.

"Harder," I demand, biting his lower lip. "Make me feel you."

He obliges, his powerful body moving against mine with an intensity that steals my breath. I feel owned, claimed, marked as his in the most primal way. Our bodies move together in perfect sync, finding a desperate rhythm.

His forehead presses against mine as we move, our breaths mingling. Those storm-gray eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my core clench around him. I can't look away, don't want to look away.

"I want to ride you," I whisper against his lips, loving how his eyes darken at my words.

He pulls out slowly, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. With predatory grace, he lies back on the bed, his cock standing proudly against his taut stomach. The sight of him like this—all hard muscle and heated skin—makes my mouth water.

I climb on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands immediately find my thighs, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin. The possessive touch sends shivers up my spine.

"Show me how a whore rides her pakhan," he commands, voice thickening with desire.

The thick head of his cock presses against my entrance. His fingers dig into my flesh as I slowly sink down, taking him inch by delicious inch until he's fully sheathed inside me again.

My hands brace against his chest for balance, feeling his heart thundering beneath my palms and through his cock. His muscles flex under my touch as I start to move, rolling my hips in the way I know drives him wild.

" Zvyozdochka ," he groans, the pet name falling from his lips like a prayer.

I lean down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss as I ride him, setting a steady rhythm that has us both panting. His hands roam my body—squeezing my breasts, trailing down my sides, gripping my hips to guide my movements.

I quicken my pace, feeling him throb inside me with each roll of my hips. The physical sensations are familiar—the stretch of him filling me completely, the way his fingers dig into my flesh, the sound of our bodies meeting. But where there was pain and desperation on the stairs, now there is only pleasure and desire.

My hands trail over his chest as I ride him, memorizing every hard plane of muscle. His eyes lock onto mine, dark with want but soft with something deeper. There's no anger there now, no self-loathing or guilt.

Just pure need and... love.

"You feel so good inside me," I whisper, clenching around him deliberately.

His groan of pleasure sends wet heat pooling low in my belly.

This is nothing like that desperate coupling on the stairs where I tried to punish myself through him. Now each thrust, each touch, each kiss is an affirmation.

We both want this—want each other. The realization makes me bold, makes me sink into him to take him deeper.

His hands slide up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. The touch sends sparks of pleasure through me, making me moan his name. Where once I screamed in pain and rage, now I cry out in ecstasy.

"That's it, zvyozdochka ," he growls, voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you want this."

I lean down to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss, rolling my hips faster. His tongue tangles with mine as we move together, finding a perfect rhythm. This isn't about punishment or pain anymore. This is about pleasure, about connection, about two people choosing each other.

I trail kisses down Vadim's neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and the musk that's purely him. My teeth graze his pulse point before I bite down playfully, loving how his breath catches.

"Oh you filthy whore," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips.

" Your filthy whore," I whisper against his skin, rolling my hips faster. "And you love it."

His cock seems to swell bigger and harder as I ride him harder. The sound of skin against skin mingles with our heavy breaths.

"Is this what you wanted?" I taunt, clenching around him deliberately. "Your wife riding you like a cheap whore?"

He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest under my palms. His hands slide up to grip my waist, guiding my movements as I bounce on his cock.

I bite his neck again in response, harder this time, and feel him throb inside me. My hips move faster, taking him deeper with each thrust. The familiar tension builds low in my belly as pleasure courses through me.

"You think you're the one in control right now, my pakhan?" I breathe against his ear, loving how his fingers tighten on my flesh.

"Aren't I?" Vadim asks.

I grab his wrists and pin them against the headboard above his head, using my body weight as leverage. The new angle drives him even deeper inside me, making us both gasp.

"No," I purr, rolling my hips in slow, torturous circles. "You're not."

His cock throbs inside me as I start riding him harder and faster. The headboard creaks with each thrust as I hold his hands firmly in place.

"Who's in control now?" I taunt, clenching around him deliberately.

"You are," he groans.

The familiar tension builds low in my belly as I bounce on his cock. My skin and cunt tingles with pleasure as I take him deeper and deeper. His gray eyes burn into mine, dark with desire.

"Louder." I increase my pace, chasing my release.

I move faster, setting a merciless pace and loving how he fills me completely. His muscles strain under my grip but he doesn't try to break free.

"You are!" he rasps.

"Louder!"

A groan tears from his throat as I clench around him again. My thighs burn from the exertion but I don't slow down. I can feel my orgasm building each time I sink down and bury him to the hilt, each time I feel the perfect slide of his thick length inside me.

"YOU ARE!" He bellows.

"Good boy," I whisper, loving how his cock twitches inside me at the praise.

The familiar tension coils tighter in my core as I ride him with reckless abandon. My breath comes in short gasps, my entire body trembling with need. His eyes lock onto mine, storm-gray darkening to nearly black with desire.

The pressure builds higher and higher with each thrust until finally— finally —I shatter. The orgasm rips through me with an intensity that steals my breath. My body convulses around his thick length as waves of pleasure crash over me again and again.

I cry out his name as I come, my fingers tightening around his.

I collapse onto Vadim's chest, my body still trembling from my intense orgasm. His cock pulses inside me as aftershocks ripple through my core. My fingers release their grip on his wrists, and I trail my hands down his arms, feeling the hard muscles flexing beneath my touch.

His chest heaves against mine, our sweat-slicked skin sliding together as we both try to catch our breath. I can feel his heart thundering beneath my palm, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.

I turn my head to press my lips against his ear, still moving my hips in slow, lazy circles around his thick length.

"I'm not done with you yet," Vadim growls, his cock still hard inside me.

His hands immediately find my hips, gripping tight enough to leave marks, but I don't care. I want his marks on me, want this physical reminder of how completely I own him in this moment, just as he owns me.

"No?" I taunt, deliberately clenching around him. "What are you going to do about it?"

His hands grip my hips tighter as he starts moving me above him, setting a punishing pace that has me gasping. Each thrust hits deeper than before, making my oversensitive body tremble.

"Is this what you wanted?" he demands, his voice rough with desire. "To be fucked like the bratva's whore?"

"Yes," I moan, letting him take control of our rhythm.

His cock fills me completely with each powerful thrust, the new angle making me see stars. I yelp with every thrust, still sensitive from my earlier orgasm. My body stirs with renewed pleasure as he pushes me towards another one.

"Take it," he commands. "Take all of it."

I feel him throb inside me, his movements becoming more erratic. His fingers dig into my flesh as he drives up into me one final time.

"Lacey," he groans, and then I feel him coming apart as his release floods me and pushes me over the edge again.

I clench around him as my second orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave of pleasure making my body shake. I feel him pulsing inside me, sending thick ropes surging within me as we come together.

"Vadim!" I cry out, my nails digging into his chest. My inner walls ripple around his length, milking every last drop from him.

Stars explode behind my eyes as the sensations overwhelm me.

Our bodies move together through the aftershocks, his cock still twitching inside me as my muscles flutter around him. His chest heaves against mine, our sweat-slicked skin sliding together as we both try to catch our breath.

My heart pounds against my ribs, matching the thundering rhythm I feel beneath my palm on his chest. I collapse into him again, completely spent, feeling the solid warmth of his body beneath mine.

His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both come down from our shared high.