Page 78 of Darkest Sin

That’s when he begins to really take me.

He starts to thrust in and out of me, relentlessly taking me without mercy. He knows I’m sore but Mikhail has always enjoyed mixing pain with pleasure. This is just another example of it.

I’m not sure how much more I can take. My body is full and tired and alive and excited all at once.

Our bodies make a slapping sound as he takes me. It makes me blush. It’s so vulgar and dirty but it’s also so right.

I can’t stop my moans and whines and gasps of pleasure. I can barely even process the sounds coming out of me. They all roll together into one.

“Tell me you like this,” Mikhail commands, grinding his hips against mine.

“I like it,” I gasp out.

“Tell him how much,” Lucy says.

“Do is as she says,” Mikhail tells me.

“I love it,” I moan. “I love feeling you inside of me.” I gasp when he enters me harder. He brings the tip of his length to my entrance and thrusts back in. Over and over. I’m powerless to stop this, not that I would even want to.

“What else?” Mikhail asks. His hand roams over my back, pressing me further into the couch and raising my hips up higher.

“I love being claimed,” I admit. “I love the power you have over me. I love this.”

“Good answer,” Lucy says with a smirk. I can’t help but feel a flash of annoyance with her. She doesn’t get to tell me if my answer is good or not. Only Mikhail gets to do that.

“I can tell your close for me,” Mikhail says. “So when I say I want you to come, you will come. Is that understood?”

“Yes!”

It’s then that he really takes me.

He grips my hips tightly and thrusts into me with all of his might. I can only stay leaning over the couch, letting him take me with everything he’s got. I’m lost in the pleasure of it. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to find myself again without Mikhail and that’s a scary thought.

That’s why I’m slightly afraid of him. He’s making me become a part of him and if I lose him, then who will I be?

He grinds his hips down, making me moan. My stomach is taut. My pleasure is on the brink. I’m ready. God, I am ready.

“Come for me,” he orders.

And I do.

I let out a sharp gasp as my pleasure rolls over me. No longer able to hold myself up, I slump against the couch as I ride out my orgasm. As Mikhail continues to take me from behind.

Once my orgasm passes, I lay there. Mikahil continues to thrust into me, sending spikes of pleasure through my tired body. I cant take anymore and yet, I want more.

“Again,” Mikhail says, bringing his hand to my nub and rubbing me like a mad man. I need the friction. I need the pressure. I need the release.

Since my body is already fragile and exposed and turned on, it’s not hard for a second orgasm to wash over me.

“Oh,” I gasp as my second round of pleasure hits me.

Mikhail growls in response and thrusts into me once more before his own release comes. He groans and shudders, filling me right up.

Once his orgasm passes, he doesn’t pull out of me right away. Instead, he leans over my body and peppers kisses along my neck, sending goosebumps over my skin.

“That was beautiful,” Lucy comments, making me tense.

Mikhail notices. “Baby? Did I hurt you?”