Page 17 of Devious Truth (Vicious Sinners #3)

Such a pathetic fight I put up. Was it even a real protest, or just me pretending I hadn’t already submitted?

His hand skates over my ass, dipping between my thighs until he finds the worst kept secret in the world. My arousal.

“You’re wet for me,” he sinks a finger into me.

I squeeze my eyes closed, as though I can hide from the truth. From him and myself. But there is nowhere I can go that he won’t see me.

He drops his leg from mine and parts my thighs by lifting his knee I’m draped over. Now there’s pressure on my clit as well as his finger pumping in and out of me. His erection, hard, long, and thick, presses against my hip.

I bite my lips, trapping the moans of want and urgency before they escape.

“Will you come for me, draped over my knee, your ass red and swollen from your punishment? Or should I keep you teetering on the edge of release?” He adds a second finger, curling them until I can’t hold back the sounds of arousal anymore.

“Ivan.” I twist to look over my shoulder.

My breath catches when I meet his piercing, dark eyes and realize I’m not afraid. Not of the severity of him. Not of the violence I know he’s capable of. None of it scares me. If anything, I want more. More of the intensity. More of him.

“Answer me.” His voice is low and raw.

I don’t remember the question.

“I want you.”

Wordlessly, Ivan lifts me from his lap and maneuvers me onto the bed. Kneeling over me, he presses his fists into the mattress on either side of me. There’s a small tick in his cheek as the heat of his stare warms my skin.

“I’m giving you only one chance here, Vee. Tell me to leave, and I will. It will fucking kill me, but I will go.” There’s a tremor in his breath, like it’s hurting him to give me the chance to deny him.

“I want you to stay,” I touch his face, tracing the tension in his jaw with my fingers.

“If I do, you’re mine. In every way you belong to me. Do you understand?”

I trail my fingertips down to his shirt. His tie is gone; the first button has been undone. I work the next three open, exposing the black ink sprawled across his pecs. Sliding my hands into the opening, I splay my fingers across his muscles.

His jaw tightens more; his eyes go nearly black with arousal.

“Answer me, woman.” The caveman rattles the cage.

“Yes, sir.”

A sound, low and guttural, vibrates through his chest and it’s like the door to that cage has been thrown open. He captures my mouth in a deep, breath-stealing, heart-clenching kiss that leaves no doubt as to who possesses whom.

With fevered need, he grabs the hem of my shirt and yanks it up and over my head. Moving back to his knees, he looks down at me, surveying my naked form.

“ Gospodi lisuse ,” he breathes, raking his hand through his hair. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He yanks his own shirt free and tosses it away as he bends to kiss me. He bites my lower lip, then licks away the sting before doing it again. Moving lower, he nips at my throat, my shoulder, then my breast.

I hiss as his teeth scrape over my rigid nipple, but it doesn’t stop him. I moan, wiggling beneath him. He sinks his teeth in deeper, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

He licks the valley between my breasts then captures my other nipple between his teeth. Pain shoots through me. It’s overwhelming in the best way. As though my body has been bound in chains, and he’s slowly peeling away the restraints, one link at a time.

He shoves his knee between my legs, shoving them apart so he can settle between them. Leaning back onto his heels, he works the buckle of his belt open, then rips down the zipper before shoving his pants down.

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his thick, hard shaft. A moan rips through him, and his eyes roll back as I squeeze. The heat from him soaks into me.

“Fuck.” He grabs my wrist, using it to move my hand and stroke his cock until a small pearl of moisture beads at the head.

Swiping it away with his thumb, he brings it up to my mouth and paints my lips. He flashes a cocky grin when I run my tongue along the taste he left behind.

“I want to mark you, so everyone knows you’re mine.” His tongue trails a sizzling line across my collarbone to my shoulder where he sinks his teeth into me.

The pain is hot and instant, and it washes over me in waves that consume me. When he lets go, he kisses the spot. He’s marked me.

Arousal floods me.

“So pretty.” He kisses the marking.

I moan. It’s a tiny sound, but nothing gets by him.

“Such a good girl.” He kisses my breast, flicking his tongue over my pert nipple. “You are my good girl, aren’t you?”

He shifts his position between my thighs, butting the thick head of his cock against my entrance.

Capturing my face in his palm, he squeezes his fingers into my cheeks until I wince at the discomfort.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“Yes, sir.” I manage. “I’m your good girl.”

A balloon bursts in my chest, sending a euphoric high through my veins. I’m lightheaded from the pleasure mirrored in his eyes as he stares down at me with pride.

“Yes, you are.” He releases my chin, easing into me.

I moan into his kiss as my body stretches around his thick, hard cock.

“That’s a good girl,” he nips at my neck. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, you’re tight.”

My nails dig into his shoulders. Impatient and needy, I lift my hips from the bed.

A primitive growl rumbles just before he thrusts fully into me. I cry out from the sudden fullness, the stinging stretch of my body around him.

He rests his forehead against mine, his jaw tight with tension and his breathing as ragged as my own.

“Hold still, baby. Don’t…fuck, baby if you move like that…” We groan together as he fists his hand in my hair. A diversion maybe, but it’s not working.

I want all the pain he can give.

I want all the pleasure he offers.

I want everything from him.

“Ivan.” I kiss his chin, his cheek. “Please. Don’t be gentle.”

He moans.

I whisper, “Mark me. Make me yours.”

His lids slip lower as his jaw tightens. A split second of hesitation, then his control snaps.

He fists my hair, pulling harshly as he drives into me.

“Mine. All fucking mine.” He grumbles, nipping my neck again, my shoulder.

It hurts.

It feels amazing.

It’s perfect.

And terrifying.

In this moment, I realize how true his statement is. I am his. And it’s been the one thing I’ve been so scared of admitting for the past year. Not only that I could belong to him, but that I want it.

All of it. All of him.

He fucks me harder, deeper, each thrust wild and unruly, yet controlled and perfect. Just like him.

His teeth drag along my shoulder; his fist tightens in my hair.

I dig my fingertips into his back, dragging my nails down to his ass.

“Fuck, baby, yes.” He kisses me. “You’re perfect. Such a perfect girl.”

His words flicker across my soul, driving me closer to an edge I need to fall over.

My nails bite into his skin. He balances on one hand, while moving the other from my hair to cup my ass. He claws a handful of my ass, squeezing while pumping in and out of me. The tenderness from the spanking reignites.

Everything aches and sings and hums at the same time. My lungs burn. My vision blurs at the edges.

He hammers into me over and over again, harder and deeper, pulling me closer to him with each animalistic thrust of his hips.

Tension ripples through me. I’m a firecracker on the cusp of explosion.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he whispers into my ear, licking just beneath it. “Such a perfect, beautiful girl. And you’re all mine.”

He drives harder, lining up our eyes. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I agree, because it’s right, and it’s hot, and it’s going to break me. But at this moment, the only thing that matters is him, and me, and this.

Triumph breaks through his voice. “Come for me, sweet girl.”

Oh hell, I’m going to die if he keeps talking this way.

He twists his hips as he thrusts, squeezing my ass even tighter as he fills me. He wets his lips just before commanding, “Do as you’re told.”

I’m lost in a whirlwind of pleasure as my climax barrels through me like storm surging past a dam. Every muscle tenses. My back arches as a scream claws its way out. Unable and unwilling to silence myself, I call out his name as the waves of my release rip through me.

He slows his thrusts, dropping to both elbows and kisses me soundly. “You make pretty sounds when you come.”

I’m barely able to breathe. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me for a hard kiss.

He breaks away, throwing his head back as his own release whisks him away. He rolls his hips, each sharp jerk wringing out the last of his release as he spills deep into me.

Burying his face in my hair, he shudders through the last of his climax.

Silence falls over the room. He rolls to my side, pulling me into his arms.

And I wait for the fear to roll in.