Page 17 of Deceptive Vows

The sick thought of Felipe feeling me up pops into my head. He used to do it all the time. Sometimes, he’d allow his friends to do it, too. I’d fight, but they’d hold me down until they got what they wanted. They’d do whatever they could that didn’t constitute as sex.

This mere touch feels just like that, but there’s an air of difference that grates on my nerves.

The last thing to come off is the tattered plimsolls. Now I’m completely naked before him. All much to his satisfaction.

“Good girl.” He smiles.

He releases my nipple but doesn’t pull his finger away. He keeps his fingertips pressed to my skin and his eyes trained on my body as he takes a slow predatory walk around me.

My traitorous body absorbs the attention, and my pussy clenches as his eyes drink me in.

He runs his fingers over the flat of my belly, trails them around to my back, and runs them over my ass, where he takes a handful of flesh and squeezes before he lands a heavy hand down on the skin. I cry out from the stinging pain and try to move away, but he shoves me against the wall, spreads my legs with the top of his knee, and thrusts a finger right into my pussy. A place no man has ever touched before.

Fuck, as he strokes over my swollen clit, a burst of wetness flows from me, and he smiles. Arousal pushes fear aside when he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind when he sucks my nipple and starts pumping into my pussy with his thick fingers.

“Dirty girl. You’re so tight and wet for me,” he husks. “You like my fingers in your tight, wet cunt, don’t you?”

“No,” I lie, and we both know my answer for a lie.

The wicked, sinful smile on his face tells me he does.

“Yes, Malyshka. Knowing you want me will make things easier for you.”

“I don’t want you,” I argue. It’s the wrong thing to say, but I need to tell him. It feels important to me that he knows I don’t want him or any of this. “I would never want you.”

Instead of looking offended, he looks amused.

“Is that right, Malyshka?” He speeds up his pumps and chuckles when I moan.

“Yes,” I grate out. “Whatever you take from me won’t be with my consent.”

“Do I look like an honorable man to you, princess?”

“No.”

“Good, so don’t make that mistake of thinking I am. I don’t care about such things, and I take what I want no matter if the person gives it or not. You, though, you’re special. I’m going to break you so badly, you’ll want me eventually. Then you’ll beg me.”

“Fuck you,” I bark mindlessly, not being able to catch myself before the defiance tumbles from my lips.

He laughs again with surprise this time. “Oh, I do plan to fuck you, and you will enjoy it.”

“No,” I protest.

“Yes, Malyshka.”

Before I can try to protest again, he adds another finger into my passage and pumps harder, assaulting my clit. Raw pleasure slams into me, robbing me of breath. The pleasure that roils within me assaults my virgin body, and I moan out so loudly I know the men outside must hear me. I’m so lost in his touch that I don’t care, and I want the taste of insanity he’s pushing me toward.

He keeps finger-fucking me, and I arch my back as I come hard on his fingers.

I writhe against his fingers, realizing only now I’m holding on to him. Gripping on to his wide, powerful mass of shoulders like I need him to survive.

Mikhail suddenly releases me, and I slump against the wall like a lifeless rag doll, my eyes landing on the big bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.

“On your knees now, princess,” he orders. “It’s time to give you your first lesson in pleasuring me.”

As soon as he starts undoing his belt buckle, I know what he wants me to do.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asks.