Page 88 of Darkest Sin

I still gasp when he grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him. I still moan when he kisses me deeply. And I still feel my flare of arousal when he shoves my dress up and rips my panties down.

I grip his arms as he cups me between my legs. The heat from his hand is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. His touch is addicting.

Mikhail lowers me onto the stage and spreads my legs wide, “You’re wet for me, baby.” He rubs me harder, bringing even more pleasure to my body. My hips buck up. I’m desperate for more. “You liked being hunted, didn’t you?”

“You already hunted me,” I gasp out. “When we first met.”

“You’re right about that. I knew you had to be mine so I made you mine.”

He pulls his hand away and pushes his pants and underwear down. The sight of his erection turns me on even more.

“You let me catch you,” he says, settling his hips between my legs. “You wanted to be caught, naughty girl.”

“Yes,” I gasp out, right as he thrusts into me. My moan echoes through the large theater. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper into me.

Mikhail’s thrusts are intense and purposeful. Every plunge of his erection into me sends me to new heights.

He takes me like he owns me and in some ways, he does. In all the ways that count, he does. He owns my name and he owns mybody and he owns my future. What he does will affect my entire life.

I let myself sink into him. All the stress and worry I had over my sisters falls away. It’s still there at the back of my mind but for right now, this moment is between me and Mikhail.

He pulls me into his arms and sits back so I’m upright on his lap. This new position allows him to sink deeper into me. I roll my hips forward, letting the natural progression of this moment take over.

“Mikhail,” I gasp out, clutching his back. The low growl that escapes him turns me on even more. A flash of heat rushes right through me.

“I wanted to take you right on this stage the first moment I ever saw you.”

“Oh!” My head drops back and my eyes flutter closed.

“No,” he says in his commanding voice. “You will look at me as we fuck. I need to look you right in the eye as I make you come for me.”

I lift my head back up and open my eyes. Mikhail’s gaze pins me in place. I never want to be anywhere else.

Our bodies move in perfect tandem together. He thrusts and I rock. He plunges while I grind. It’s like a dance of our own that we know how to move together seamlessly.

The flutter of my growing orgasm runs through my body, getting closer and closer and closer…

Until I can’t hold back anymore.

“Mikhail,” I cry out, his name echoing through the theater, as I come, shuddering in his arms.

He lays me onto my back and thrusts into me with wild abandon before be comes next. We cling to each other, panting heavily. Being in Mikhail’s arms is the only place in this world where I feel truly safe.

He kisses along my neck. “God, baby. You are perfect.”

Goosebumps break out on my skin. That’s the kind of magic he has over me.

He slips out of me and rolls onto his back. We both stare up at the ceiling, catching our breaths.

Being in the place where I love with the man I’m falling in love with hits me like a tidal wave. Tears run down my face as I begin to sob.

“Natalya?” Mikhail pulls me into his arms as I cling to him, crying for everything that has happened. For the death of my dad. For the loss of my family. For the worry that my sisters will be hurt in this pointless war of my uncle’s. It all comes out of me.

Mikhail holds me close. “Why are you crying?”

I can’t give him an answer as I cry harder. Instead of trying to make me stop, he holds me closer, comforting me for the first real time in our marriage.

This moment isn’t about discipline or dominance. It’s about Mikhail showing me that he can be a supportive, kind husband when he wants to be. That he can comfort me without spanking it out of me.