Chapter 195: Their moment

Elena’s eyes locked with mine but she didn’t fight me as my hands went to the hem of her dress. The fabric was slightly bunched in the middle of her thighs from how she was sitting on the couch and it made it easier for me to curl my fingers in the bottom. She stopped breathing as I lifted the dress without a word and dropped it on the floor.

“Nothing happened,” she repeated herself, already completely out of breath. I watched her swallow, admiring her long, graceful neck. And I believed what she was telling me. I really did, but my emotions were still storm rolling around me and I found myself unable to stop our current collision anymore. The air around me felt heavy ,charged as though something deep inside me had started to awaken, pressing against the cage of control I kept around it.

“Regardless, I’m going to fuck you so hard. You will be thinking about me the next time another man is inside of you.” Even as I said it, my rage grew again. The thought of there ever being another man to touch her, to be inside of her... I couldn’t bear up with it. A low sound vibrated deep in my chest not quite a growl, but close enough to make my throat burn.

“Andrey...” Elena bodily shivered against me, but I interrupted her by slamming my mouth down onto hers. I could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, and the smell of her perfume was wafting through my nose , intoxicating, like a scent only meant for me. My senses sharpened unnaturally, every detail of her taste, her heartbeat, her breath pulling me deeper into that dangerous, primal place I kept buried. I wanted to breathe her air and to fill myself with every aspect of her.

One hand grabbed the back of her neck and I pulled her away. Looking down at her chest, I glared at the sight of her lace purple bra. With my free hand, I yanked the fabric under her small perky breasts and my gaze devoured the sight of them.

Something akin to a growl slipped from my lips , quiet, rough and I held her head in place as I lowered my mouth to one of her pink nipples. I moaned against her soft flesh, savoring the taste of her skin on my tongue. As I licked and sucked at her nipple, I felt it pucker and caught it gently in between my teeth, unable to stop the instinct to claim her with every touch.

“Ah!” Elena cried out, her body spasming in my hold as I teased her pebbled bud. I trailed a wet path with my tongue across her skin before sucking the next nipple into my mouth. My pulse hammered loud, feral and for a moment, I could almost hear her heartbeat mixing with mine.

While tasting her and holding her head, I slipped my free hand between our bodies. She was wearing lace panties that matched her bra, but they were in my way. It was easy to use my foot to nudge her legs apart and after spreading them, I palmed her pussy. Elena’s breathy whimpers were music to my ears as I slid my finger over her slit.

The instant I pushed my middle finger between her folds, I found her wet, and a groan echoed from my chest at the feeling. “You’re wet already, baby,” I hummed appreciatively against her skin, leaning my face into the space between her breasts. Her hands went to my head, and I felt her nails on my scalp as she curled her fingers into my hair.

God, I loved when she ran her nails over my scalp. A shiver raced down my spine, my muscles tightening as if trying to contain something too wild to name. My finger pushed deeper into her. Her legs trembled, and I remembered she was standing on her bad ankle.

“Andrey,” she mewled my name as a complaint when I pulled away from her and stood up straight. But I kept my hand on the back of her neck and walked her to the edge of the couch, across the room, closer to the windows and the mirror standing in the corner, put there for decorative purposes.

The mirror would have another purpose now.

Elena didn’t fight me at all when I forced her across the room or when I sat on the edge of the couch and pulled her down onto my lap, facing forward. Some part of her knew what was coming and she wanted it.

The thought excited me , knowing that despite how harsh I was, Elena still wanted me and to be with me. Even though it was only on a physical level, she still wanted me. That was enough for me. For now.

“Andrey, what are you doing?” Her breathing was hard as she pushed the question out.

“Hush, baby. Just keep being a good girl for me and sit still,” I whispered against her neck. Goosebumps spread along her perfect skin, and I wanted to devour every beautiful inch of her. My breath came out warmer than it should’ve, like heat rolling from the core of my chest.

She obeyed the command, and I felt triumphant. With no time to waste, I readjusted my arm so that my hand on her neck was now around the front of her throat instead of the back of her neck. My other hand and legs readjusted her until she was sitting on my lap with her legs over my knees, completely spread out.

Tilting my head up, I saw how vulnerable and wanton she looked spread open on my lap. The decorative standing mirror was going to become my favorite item in the living room if this is how I continued to use it.

“Watch this,” I spoke, lifting my hand and snatched her chin, forcing her to look at her reflection. “You’re mine, Elena. I’m the only man for you.”

\[Only man according to the contract.\] I didn’t like that thought. The word contract scraped against my instincts, something deep in me bristling at the idea that she was mine because of paper and ink instead of blood and bond.

“Yes,” she purred, squirming against my chest. Her crystal-clear eyes watched, enrapt, as my free hand slid down the curves of her body. I enjoyed the feeling of her warm skin under my palm and felt the erratic beat of her pulse as I touched her.

Deliberately, I lowered my hand between her spread-open thighs, skimming my palm lightly over the sensitive insides of her thighs. She trembled and bit her bottom lip to hold in a moan, but I wanted to hear it , needed to.

Pulling her panties to the side, my fingers slid over her slit. Using two fingers, I spread her pussy open. Elena whimpered, but I didn’t let her look away from the mirror as I dipped a finger into her glistening folds and spread her wetness around, making sure she watched the entire time I touched her.

She always calls me wicked , I now wanted her to see how wicked I am. A low rumble vibrated in my chest again, almost too faint for human ears.