Chapter 329 329. Olena - I need you 2

Chapter 329 329. Olena - I need you 2
That line Artemiy just said should scare me, but instead, an electric current shoots through me, arousal pooling between my legs.
I need him.
I need him more than I can express.
I want him inside me right now, fucking me hard and grounding me until all the bad memories become nothing but dust in the wind.
But the idea of getting naked before him while the bruises Yuily left on my body are still visible feels wrong to me.
“Can I keep my shirt on?” I ask, removing my hands from his pants.
Since I’m the one who started all this, I’m not trying to backpedal. I’m just trying to find a compromise.
His eyes narrow. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to see the bruises while you’re inside me,” I reply, not quite looking at him.
“They don’t bother me,” he tells me.
“But they bother me!” I protest.
Artemiy leans forward and places his palms against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me there.
“Then we’ll have to do something about that,” he says, staring straight into my eyes.
“What do you—?”
I don’t get to finish my question. His mouth descends to my neck, his lips latching onto my skin as he sucks on the same spot Yuily did.
I tense up for a moment before my body starts to melt against him, the feel of his lips on my skin making me moan softly.
My hands find their way into his hair as I pull him closer, never wanting to let him go.
He moves to the other side of my neck, kissing and biting softly before leaving more hickeys on my skin.
A sigh escapes me as I surrender to him.
When he’s done covering my skin with his love bites, he looks up at me and says, “Now you can’t tell which bruises were left by me and which ones were left by him.”
The thought brings me some comfort, as I wouldn’t mind being covered in hickeys if they were made by Artemiy or Vasiliy.
“But—”
He presses a finger to my lips, silencing my protest. “If you were going to say something about the bite on your shoulder, don’t bother,” he says, correctly guessing what’s still bothering me. “But I can cover your back in more love bites, marking every inch of you as mine.”
A knot forms in my throat because he understands me so well.
“If that’s all, then take off your damn clothes before I turn into a fucking caveman and have my way with you,” he growls, sending a wave of arousal through me.
This time, when I reach for the buttons of my shirt, my hands don’t tremble anymore.
One by one, I pop open the buttons while looking at Artemiy, but his gaze is fixed on my chest, on the way my bra pushes up my breasts.
His eyes flash red as he cups my left breast. “I’m obsessed with your tits,” he growls. “They’re fucking perfect. And all the perverted things I want to do to them…”
His gaze rushes to mine, panic flaring in it.
He’s scared that if he unleashes all his dark thoughts, he’ll scare me because he sees me as something fragile.
And I won’t deny that I am fragile sometimes, but not when it comes to them. I trust them not only with my heart but with my body as well, and I want them to open up to me—to tell me all their dark desires—because I want to fulfill them, one by one.
“Like what?” I encourage him to tell me as I finish opening my shirt.
He stares into my eyes, searching for something. When he seems satisfied with whatever he finds, he replies, “I want to play with your nipples, to suck them and roll them between my fingers until I drive your body so crazy that you come. And while you ride out your orgasm, I’m going to slap your gorgeous tits, leaving fingerprints all over them before I fuck them and cover them in my cum.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“Tell me my thoughts aren’t too much for you,” he pleads. “Tell me that the way I want you—the kinks I want to explore with you—doesn’t make you see me in a different light.”
I suck on my bottom lip before admitting, “I might have some dark desires of my own.”
His gaze darkens with need. “Tell me one.”
When I press my lips together, he adds, “It’s only fair. I told you one thing I want to do to you.”
“Promise you won’t judge me.” When he nods, I tell him, “I want either you or Vasiliy to fuck me while I suck the other one’s dick.” 
I expect him to make some snarky remark, but all he does is growl my name with an intensity I’m not prepared for.
“Olena. I’m not sure Vasiliy will be into that, but fuck! Now I can’t get the image out of my head—of you being fucked hard from behind while your pretty lips are wrapped tightly around my dick, sliding inch after inch down my cock as you take everything I give you.”
I lick my lips, almost tasting him, even though he has refused to let me go down on him until now.
Like Vasiliy, he can’t seem to see past what happened to me. And while, yes, many things still trigger bad memories, that has nothing to do with him.
There are times when I let myself imagine what it would be like if they treated me roughly in bed. Some part of me likes being dominated—manhandled.
When I ask him, “What else would you do to me?” I sound more confident.
Artemiy notices. He turns me around, and I place my palms against the wall as he grabs a handful of my ass.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve walked past you and had to clench my fists and shove my hands into my pockets so I wouldn’t spank you. Just thinking about having you across my lap, your ass facing up while you count each time I spank you, makes me want to drag you to the nearest chair and do it right now.”
We both breathe hard for a moment while I take in just how much he’s been holding back. I want him to stop walking on eggshells around me. I want him to have the confidence to be himself rather than a diluted version of who he really is.
“Your turn,” he whispers into my ear.