Page 59 of Ruthless Rustanovs

There came a ripping sound and then both his hands were on her breasts, squeezing so hard it caused her pain.

But not the kind that truly hurt. It was a sweet pain that tingled all the way down to her core.

She could feel his hips pumping against her body as he continued to kiss her, his erection thick and hard as it brushed against the top of her right thigh.

But that wasn’t where she wanted him. No, she wanted him somewhere else, and without conscious thought she adjusted herself to get him there, pressing herself into his long length…

she let out a shocked gasp. She could actually feel the outline of his mushroom head behind his briefs—that was how hard he was.

Then it was too late. One press against him. That was all it took.

The next thing she knew, her back hit the bed.

Her panties were yanked down and then his huge body was on top her and…

Oh God… he pushed inside and he was… another cry up to the heavens as she bit down on her lip…

he was so thick and heavy inside her wet folds.

His large shaft spread the outer lips of her pussy farther apart than she’d ever imagined they could go and he didn’t stop, not until he was all the way in, his balls coming to rest against her entrance as he gave her a moment to adjust to his size.

She didn’t take that moment. Sam was so hot, so wet for him.

Instead she shifted underneath him, urging him with a pelvic thrust to keep going.

This wasn’t natural, she thought on the razor edge of sanity.

She’d never been filled like this before, and it should be hurting.

But the hurt never came, only pleasure as he braced himself above her and started moving inside of her.

He was as she’d expected he’d be, despite all his talk about her pleasure the night they met.

Rough. He filled and refilled her with slow thrusts, hard and raw.

But Sam didn’t mind, couldn’t mind. It felt magnificent, and another moan tore out of her throat when he adjusted and his length began hitting her clit at just the right angle every time he plunged into her.

Apparently, that was the right answer. Sam realized he must have been looking for her hot spot when he was going at her rough and slow. Now he sped up, his powerful boy finding a rough and fast rhythm on top of hers.

Sam cried out helplessly, her body meeting his thrusts in a dance as old as time. With past lovers, it had always taken her a while to get warmed up—sometimes too long—she’d missed out on more than a few finales with her grad school ex.

But with Nikolai, she soon realized she wasn’t going to last long.

The way he was pumping into her was so incredibly hot.

Like having her nightmare flipped over to reveal the most erotic dream.

Sam couldn’t believe it. Any of it. That he actually fit, that this kind of pleasure was happening to her of all people.

He said something quick in Russian, lifted one of her legs up and over his shoulder and then continued his relentless drive into her.

This made the sex even more intense—an upgrade she wouldn’t have guessed possible a few seconds ago.

And the new angle made it so he could go in even deeper, so deep that—

Sam cried out when electric bursts of pleasure started shooting through her core. So sharp, they were almost painful. So exquisite, it took Sam a few strung out moments to realize he must be hitting her g-spot, a place so deep and hidden she’d suspected it might only exist in legend.

But she believed now. Oh God, did she believe. Her hands found his hips and held on tight. To Sam this felt like more than sex. It felt like healing. Like Nikolai had somehow figured out the one way to keep her from completely unraveling after what had nearly happened earlier that night.

The way he moved inside her, like an animal, his strokes, powerful and crude.

Yet each stroke took away the ugliness of the nightmare that had brought him to her.

Sam had always taken pride in being an independent woman when it came to relationships.

The total opposite of her mother, who’d only seemed to exist to be at her stepfather’s beck and call.

But in this case, all her independence flew out the window.

She clung to him, drawing on his strength, greedily receiving everything he was giving her.

And then she came. So violently, the fiery blast of ecstasy completely seized up her body, making it so she couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. The sensation was so overwhelming, it almost felt like choking to death. The best way ever to die.

The only part of her she could still feel moving was her core, which squeezed around his thick length with fervor, milking his cock with urgent insistence.

Her mind blowing climax seemed to break Nikolai. More clipped Russian words, and then he lost all control, driving his shoulder into the back of her knee and hammering into her even faster. Like he was running to catch up with her. Getting closer… and closer… until he was right there with her.

It was a strange magic, feeling him come.

His strong body jerked above her, then went just as rigid as hers had, right before he released into her with a helpless yell.

His eyes were squeezed closed, she dimly noted.

As if however hard it had been for her to bear the onslaught of such a pleasurable climax, it had been twice as hard for him.

Obviously she wasn’t the only one who’d been overwhelmed by what had just happened between them, she thought with a small amount of pride, watching him weather the same storm of sensation.

It felt like eons had passed when he finally relaxed, his breath whooshing out as he dropped her leg.

But it still wasn’t over. He released her leg, but recaptured her lips, scooping her up so her breasts were flush against his chest as he kissed her with such rough desperation, Sam could tell it had been just as good for him as it had been for her.

But then he said, “Samantha,” against her lips. “Samantha…” Over and over again. Like a prayer.

Sam froze.

She hated being called Samantha. She never allowed anyone to call her that.

Not even Josie. No one. Hearing her full name on his lips completely vaporized the cloud of ultimate satisfaction she’d been floating on and she tumbled out of the sky.

Falling down to Earth hard as she realized what she’d done. Exactly what she’d done.

She’d had sex with Nikolai Rustanov. Nikolai Rustanov! A man she barely knew and had only met a few days ago. And Pavel’s soon-to-be guardian.

Oh, God! Oh, God! This is bad, so bad.

She pushed against his chest in a panic, desperate to get out from under him. He immediately stopped kissing her, and lifted up.

“What is wrong?” he asked her, his accent even thicker than usual as he pulled all the way out of her. “Did I hurt you, Samantha?”

“Don’t call me that!” she answered, scrambling to sit up. Only to freeze again when she felt something that shouldn’t have been there.

And that was when the real horror of what they’d just done hit her as hard as a tractor trailer with a full load.

No, he hadn’t hurt her, but even though he was fully removed from her now, not even touching her, she could still feel him.

Inside of her. So much of him that he was leaking out onto her thighs.

Sam cursed and covered her face with her hands. They hadn’t just had really inadvisable hot sex. They’d had really inadvisable hot sex without a condom.