Chapter 178 Chapter 178 Yours Alone
I slide the card into the elevator slot, and the private lift hums softly as it starts climbing toward the penthouse in my building.
The place is still practically empty.
We have a mattress on the floor in the master bedroom, sheets half tucked in from the last night, towels in the bathroom, soap on the sink, and leftover takeout containers in the fridge. That’s it.
No furniture.
No decorations.
Just us.
Ivan stands behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, heat radiating off his body into mine. His hands roam slowly, possessively, over my stomach and hips.
I grab one of them before it slips too far.
“We are not fucking in this elevator,” I mutter, trying to sound firm. “The front desk guys have screens. They see everything.”
Ivan just laughs against my neck.
The elevator doors slide open.
The second we step inside the penthouse, he turns me around and crushes his mouth against mine. His tongue slips into my mouth instantly, deep and slow, like he’s starving for me.
Too soft.
Too sweet.
His hands grip my ass, bunching my dress up higher.
I pull away, breathing hard already.
“Don’t you dare start fucking me like a wife.”
His brows pull together. “What?”
“You know,” I say, stepping backward slowly. “Soft kisses. Holding my hand. Forehead kisses.” I narrow my eyes at him. “All that emotional shit.”
Ivan laughs, low and warm. “Oh yeah?” He starts stalking toward me. “And what exactly do you want, lyubov moya?”
I hold his gaze.
“I want filthy words. Your hands around my neck.” My pulse jumps harder with every step he takes. “I want your belt across my ass.”
His expression changes immediately.
Darkens.
“Is that so?”
Slowly, deliberately, he reaches for his belt buckle.
The metallic sound alone sends heat straight between my legs.
My entire body lights up with anticipation. I’m already wet, already aching for him.
Ivan slides the belt free inch by inch, leather whispering through the loops while his eyes stay locked on me the whole time.
Then he steps close enough to place his hand over my chest.
Right over my heart.
“I’m jealous,” he murmurs.
I blink. “Why?”
“Because your heart’s pounding inside of you…” His dimples appear as he grins. “And I am not.”
“Ivan!” I groan, shoving at his chest before turning toward the bedroom.
I can hear him laughing behind me.
The hallway feels too long.
By the time I reach the mattress, my hands are shaking.
I untie my dress and let it slide down my body onto the floor. When I glance back over my shoulder, Ivan is leaning against the doorway watching me like he’s trying not to lose control.
That look alone almost destroys me.
I unhook my bra next, letting it fall beside the dress.
Then I crawl onto the mattress and settle onto all fours, arching my back before giving my ass a slow shake.
His jaw tightens.
He pushes off the doorway and starts toward me.
Slow.
Controlled.
Predatory.
Every nerve in my body pulls tighter the closer he gets.
Then—
The belt snaps across my ass.
Pain explodes through me so suddenly I gasp into the mattress.
Everything stings.
My ass. My thighs. My pussy.
But the sharp heat only makes the ache inside me worse. Wetter. Needier.
I feel spit gather on my tongue.
“Again,” I breathe.
This time he hits harder.
“Fuck!” I moan, fingers clawing into the sheets.
The mattress dips behind me.
I hear his zipper.
Then the head of his cock slides slowly between my folds, teasing me with just the tip before pulling away again.
I buck back toward him instinctively.
He moves out of reach.
I groan in frustration.
Again.
The slow drag of him between my thighs.
Again he pulls away.
My forehead drops onto the mattress.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please.”
Without warning, he slams into me.
Hard.
The force knocks the breath out of me instantly.
He drives into me again and again, brutal deep thrusts that push me forward across the mattress while his hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise.
I lose all coherent thought almost immediately.
“Open wider,” he orders.
Before I can even respond, his knees force my legs farther apart.
Ivan bends over me, his tongue dragging slowly up my spine.
My entire back arches.
“You’re my perfect little fuck toy,” he growls against my skin. “Bent over, dripping, built for my cock.”
One of his hands slides around my body.
His fingers find my clit.
The orgasm hits me almost instantly.
My legs shake violently beneath me while my body convulses around him. Ivan keeps thrusting steadily through it, working me through every wave until I’m limp and trembling.
Then I feel leather around my wrists.
He gathers my hands together behind my back and ties them with the belt.
Before I can fully process it, he flips me onto my back and steps off the mattress.
“Come here,” he says, voice rough. “You and that sharp little tongue.”
Still shaking, I slide off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him.
He stands over me, massive and overwhelming.
“Open.”
I part my lips immediately, opening wide. Tongue sticking out.
Ivan starts undressing slowly.
Agonizingly slowly.
His jacket drops first.
Then his tie.
“Don’t close your mouth.”
I stay there obediently while he undoes each button of his shirt one at a time. Every few seconds he pushes the tip of his cock onto my tongue before pulling back again.
The teasing is torture.
A strand of precum stretches between us.
He curses softly under his breath, when he looks down.
By the time his shirt hits the floor, I’m desperate.
His pants and boxers follow next, pooling around his feet.
Then his hands grip my head.
And he pushes into my mouth.
Deep.
Ivan groans as he starts thrusting, holding me still while he fucks my throat. Every hard push makes me choke and moan around him.
“Louder, baby,” he grunts.
I moan as deeply as I can, the vibration making him curse again. Saliva spills down my chin, dripping onto my chest.
“Do you like this cock?”
“I do,” I manage to groan out with my throat around him.
He laughs darkly.
“Good.” His grip tightens in my hair. “Because it’s yours. Yours alone.”
Then he thrusts deep and comes hard down my throat, leaving me gasping for air as he holds me there for a few extra seconds before finally letting me breathe.