Chapter 12: Anne - Siberia 5

Yuri tenses as he grits, “If she wanted someone gentle, she should have chosen you,” as he pushes inside me slower than I expected. It’s almost as if he’s being considerate.

I don’t know why Dimitri said Yuri has a small dick, because there’s nothing small about him, as he forces my body to accept his invasion. It stings, but only for a moment.

Ivan speaks next. “I don’t understand why you pretend her to be your wife, when you asked Katerina to marry you.”

“Because Katerina never wants to role-play with me. Sex with her is boring. This is why Malyshka agreed to be part of my fantasies,” Dimitri says.

I agreed to nothing. But I don’t say that out loud.

More of Yuri enters me, and for some reason, my body reacts. It doesn’t hurt as I expected; it actually feels good. I even get wet. I don’t understand how I can like this. What is wrong with me?

Yuri pulls back, then surges forward, the friction between our bodies making me inhale sharply. Oh, God. This feels so good.

Shivers run down my spine, and this time, not because of fear or cold, but because of pleasure.

Pure ecstasy.

I bite the inside of my cheeks, preventing myself from moaning.

“Look at me, sweet wife,” Dimitri demands. “I want to see the face you make when Uri takes your virginity.”

Uri. That’s how Isla used to call Yuri.

Yuri keeps entering me until his hips rest against my ass. His body heat wraps around me in a comforting way. He’s not only thick, he’s long as well, reaching deep inside me. “She’s no virgin,” he reveals my darkest secret.

My stomach drops, and my heart hammers in my chest. Will they be mad? Should I have said something? But they didn’t ask, they only assumed, and I can see why, because who in their right mind would fuck someone as disfigured as me? Even Yuri had me face away from him and drink so he could get hard.

“Is that right, sweet wife?” Dimitri asks. “You had sex before?”

I am so mortified, I can’t even reply. My hands grab the back of the sofa hard, while I pray that they will finally leave me alone.

Yuri starts to move inside me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. Shame and pleasure rise inside me at the same time. I hate that I like this. I hate that it feels so good, not like all the other times…

It was never like this. Before, it always felt wrong—like I was with the wrong person.

But with Yuri, something shifts; it feels terrifyingly right. The moans caught in my throat threaten to give me away, and I swallow them down, desperate not to reveal how much I’m losing control, how good this feels.

Yuri pulls me to him as he slams inside me, fucking me so hard, I will be sore tomorrow. My head starts to spin with how good it feels.

I am getting so wet, my juices running down my legs.

Dimitri doesn’t drop the matter. “Look at me!” he demands, so I turn my head in his direction. “I asked you something and I expect you to reply.”

“This… this is not my first time,” I breathe the obvious truth.

Oh, God. I feel feverish. I feel like I’m going to implode.

Dimitri chuckles. “So my sweet wife is not the virgin we all thought. This makes things even better.”

I don’t know what he means by that, and thinking is impossible as Yuri’s fingers dig into my hips as he moves faster. This time, I can’t stop the moans from escaping my lips. And with them, tears run down my face.

Dimitri groans. “When it will be my turn to fuck you, I hope you will cry just as beautifully for me as you do for Uri,” he says as he fists my hair and pulls my face to him, smashing his lips to mine, kissing me.

I might have had sex before, but this is my first kiss, and I don’t know what to do. I freeze while Dimitri keeps moving his lips against mine, slowly coaxing me to do the same. When I finally kiss him back, he groans in approval before his tongue slips inside my mouth, stroking and teasing mine.

Trapped between Yuri and Dimitri as I am, it doesn’t take long for all my thoughts to be consumed by the way Yuri moves inside me and how Dimitri is kissing me. I stop trying to understand why it feels so good and just focus on the pure pleasure rising inside me. Even if Yuri is wearing a condom, I can tell he has piercings, which makes everything more intense.

I am not the only one feeling good. Judging by the sounds Yuri is making, he feels the same kind of pleasure I do.

“Is Uri fucking you well?” Dimitri murmurs against my lips.

My mouth refuses to form words, as a low cry of pleasure rises in my throat.

Dimitri chuckles, and he’s not the only one. Despite the tears streaming down my face, my cheeks burn hotter with shame. “Does his cock feel good in your sweet pussy?”

Yuri changes the angle he’s fucking me, and it feels even better than before. I moan louder.

“That good, huh?” says Dimitri. Then he asks, Yuri, “How does her pussy feel?”

Yuri fucks me faster, harder, forcing more moans out of me before he replies, “Fucking tight.”

“How tight?” Ivan asks.

Yuri replies in Russian, “The tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

Ivan whistles before adding, “I need to screw her as well.”

“You fuck everything that moves,” Dominick mutters.

“My wife has a perfect pussy and all my friends are going to enjoy her,” Dimitri says before he presses his lips to mine.

He kisses me again, slower this time, sucking on my tongue before his hand slides between my legs. His fingers circle my clit with harsh movements that feel good.

He stops kissing me. “Do you want to come?” he asks me.

I shake my head, not wanting to give them more than I already did.

But Dimitri says, “Don’t worry, I'll make you feel good.”

Dominick asks, “Are you really going to make her cum?”

Dimitri pulls his head away, and he looks at me as he replies, “She deserves a reward for being such a good little wife.”

The orgasm builds fast. Too fast.

I try to stop it—God, I try—but Yuri is relentless, fucking me hard and deep, while Dimitri rubs my clit in maddening circles.

Pleasure crashes over me, violent and sweet.

I bury my face into the sofa cushion, trying to hide, but Dimitri’s hand fists in my hair and yanks my head up.

“Eyes on me!” he snarls.

I moan, loud and broken, and squeeze my eyes shut from the shame.

“Don’t close your fucking eyes!” Dimitri growls again.

I open them. Wide. Tears fall freely down my cheeks as Yuri pounds into me.

Dimitri’s hand slides from my clit to my throat, his fingers wrapping around it, cutting off my air.

The pleasure spikes again. My body trembles uncontrollably.

“Look at you,” Dimitri says, voice thick with amusement. “Cumming all over Uri’s small dick.”

My pussy clenches hard around Yuri, and he groans—a deep, guttural sound—as he finally loses control. He jerks inside me, and I feel his cock throb even through the condom. He leans over me and whispers into my ear, “Isla,” as he comes.

Then he pulls out quickly, panting.

I stay frozen, still catching my breath, sweat-slick and shaking.

Yuri mutters, “Why are you so obsessed with my dick?”