Page 40 of Cruel Submission

The scent of her arousal hits me—musky and sweet and completely intoxicating. My cock throbs in my briefs, pre-cum already dampening the fabric.

I shove them down, kicking free. Naked now. Nothing between us but secrets and the fucked-up need that keeps pulling us together.

“Look at me,” I command.

Her eyes snap to mine.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock already slick with her. “And you’re going to take all of it. Understood?”

“Yes.”

I drive into her in one brutal thrust.

She cries out, her body arching off the bed as I fill her completely. Too fast, too hard, but I can’t stop. Can’t slow down. The feel of her around me—hot and tight and wet—wipes every thought from my brain except mine.

“Fuck,” I grit out, holding still for a second. Letting her adjust. Letting myself regain some semblance of control. “You feel—”

“Don’t stop.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Please, Arkady. Move.”

I pull out almost completely, then slam back in.

The headboard hits the wall. The sound is obscene—the slap of skin on skin, her gasps, my harsh breathing, the wet sounds of me taking her over and over.

I set a punishing rhythm. Deep, hard thrusts that make her whole body jolt with each impact. Her breasts bounce with the force of it, and I can’t look away from the sight of her coming apart beneath me.

This is what I needed. What I’ve been craving since she walked into my life wearing a torn dress and too much defiance.

Her. Completely undone. Completely mine.

One of my hands wraps around her throat—not squeezing, just holding. Reminding her who’s in control here. Who she belongs to.

“You feel that?” I lean down, my mouth at her ear. “Feel how deep I am inside you?”

“Yes—God, yes—”

“This is mine.” I thrust harder, emphasizing the point. “Your body. Your pleasure. All of it. Mine.”

She whimpers, her inner walls clenching around me.

“Say it,” I demand. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You.” The word comes out broken. “I belong to you.”

Something savage and triumphant roars through me.

My hand leaves her throat, sliding down between our bodies. I find her clit, circling it with my thumb in time with my thrusts.

She falls apart.

Her orgasm hits hard—her whole body going rigid, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise. She’s sobbing my name, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood.

The pain tips me over the edge.

I bury myself as deep as I can go, my hips jerking as I come. Hot pulses of release, emptying into her with a curse torn from my throat.

For several seconds, neither of us moves. Can’t move. Just locked together, trembling, trying to remember how to breathe.

Then I collapse beside her, pulling her with me. She curls into my side immediately, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine.