Avrora
"Oh God..." My voice hits every wall in the room and the vicious wave of my orgasm grabs my insides. It builds and rises like hot lava ready to erupt and burn everything in its way.
My brain snaps back into reality when the pirate man stops his wild suckle, giving me a moment of respite.
But just a moment. Rising to his feet, he holds the leg that was on his shoulder up with one hand. With the other, he cups my sex and shoves two thick fingers back into my passage.
And... Jesus. It's too much.
He finger fucks me and my back arches to take his thrust. The overload makes me grab on to his jacket.
He goes to my ear and licks over the lobe sending a shiver of delight through my brain. A nip at my neck spreads it over my body.
"Ahhhh...." I moan, but that shouldn't have felt so damn good.
"Good girl." Anatoli's voice is spitefully loud. And loud enough so anyone nearby can hear him. I'm sure they'll hear me too. "Clearly Mikhail didn't fuck you properly. But I can."
The mention of Mikhail's name and the allusion of fucking tugs at the sexual haze covering my mind. But the pirate man knows exactly how to keep me where he wants me, because he knows what my body wants.
Needs.
He touches me like he's studied my body for millennia and knows how to pass every single test on me. So when he rips open my top so my breast can pop out, and sucks on my diamond hard nipple, he knew I'd come.
I do, writhing against his hard body like a trapped animal. At the sound of my obvious unmistakable sex moans, he sucks harder, making an exaggerated sucking noise right next to the phone. Then he comes back to my ear and breathes over my skin.
"Krichi dlya menya," he husks in Russian, telling me to scream.
One hard shove of his fingers against my clit and I come again, obeying with a scream I don't care who hears.
"Avrora." Mikhail's voice barely registers in my mind.
Until it does... and I'm so ashamed.
I glance at the quiet phone and it's like I can see him watching me with disappointment. And so much hurt.
Then I look at Anatoli's smiling face and quickly fix my top, covering my breast. With the utmost disgust, I shake my head at him. What he just did was so mean and cruel, and so damn fucked up. Just like him.
He drops my leg and picks up the phone. "As you heard, dear brother, I take great care of my things." Although his slight accent deepens and it's sexy, he sounds like he could be talking about a car or the asset he once called me.
"You fucking asshole." Mikhail's tone is overflowing with so much fury, I can almost feel his wrath burning my skin.
"Goodbye Mikhail. Do not call her again." Anatoli hangs up the phone and sets it back on the window ledge. Then he hardens his stare.
He really is evil. "You asshole. Why did you do that?"
"Because I can."
Rage like I've never felt before possesses me and I slap his cheek so hard my fingers leave a print.
I go to slap him again, not caring what he'll do to me but he grabs my hand and shoves me harder into the wall.
He pushes his body into me and I feel his hard cock pressing into my belly.
"Watch it baby girl, you haven't seen me mad yet. You won't like me mad."
"Fuck you. I don't like you anyway."
He laughs. "If it makes you feel better, you keep telling yourself all the lies you want. But you came for me, Avrora. Your naughty little pussy doesn't lie."
"It was a natural reaction because you touched me."
"You were already wet for me when I touched you. Meaning you wanted me."
"No," I choke out, feeling like I've just been called out on a secret I would have taken to my grave. "I don't want y-"
His mouth crushes to mine, cutting off my words like a short circuit in a wire.
He gives me the kiss I never got that night when this craziness all started. And it's every bit as raw and unapologetic as it is seductive.
The provocative pressure sends a shockwave through my system, numbing my brain. Hunger unlike I've ever known stirs to life in my soul and I'm so stunned and helpless against him that when he yanks me flush against his hard chest, I kiss him back.
One large hand clamps the back of my neck while the other laces through my hair to deepen the kiss. My lips part against the assault of him and he uses the chance to push his tongue into my mouth with a deep masculine groan that turns my knees to water. The delicious taste of him melts me as he gives me something I never knew I needed.
It's hard to imagine that a devil like him could kiss like this, rivaling every heart-fluttering kiss from the movies and raising the bar for all Prince Charmings– past, present, and future.
How strange that we've done so many other things but never kissed. Now that we are, it feels like I'm tasting the real him.
I press my hands against his chest, feeling over granite muscle as I drink in his scent of sandalwood and power and sex. It erases everything I warned myself about resisting him.
Then he pulls away and releases me. Leaving me breathless, and like I wasn't alive until just now.
He glares at me, staring into my eyes like he can see everything I try to hide from the world. "You do like me. And I like you too, or we wouldn't be here. This wouldn't be so hard."
I want to deny his stupid, stupid words but I can't because they aren't stupid.
"Let me save you some time and heartache, Valkyrie. You don't love Mikhail."
His venomous words spike my nerves like a thousand needles piercing into me at once, shaking the foundations of my world even more.
"How dare you?" My voice is so quiet I might as well be talking to myself.
"I do dare, baby girl. And I'll take your phone away if you call him again. Be ready for me later."
He walks away, leaving conflict gripping my core.
What the hell just happened?
And what did I just do?
Dread fills my soul when I think of how Mikhail heard me come.
And I kissed Anatoli. I actually kissed him.
Oh Mikhail, I'm so sorry.
And it's not true. I do love you.
I do love you.
I do love you.
The mantra repeats loud in my mind.
But something in me has changed and I realize I'm not the same girl.
I'm not the same Avrora I was before Anatoli Scarfoni.
The thought twists me inside out but when I turn around all the blood stills in my veins when I see Gytha standing on the second floor balcony opposite the sunroom.
She's a good distance away with the entire pool between us, but close enough for me to see the hatred ingrained in her expression.
She was watching us - Anatoli and me.
I don't know how long she was watching, but I feel she saw everything. I also sense that she knows too, about the shift in the air between Anatoli and me.
That's one more thing she'll hate me for.
I'm trapped in her stare for eons before she walks away.
It's only when I can't see her anymore that I'm able to breathe again. But my mind and body feel so mangled, I'd swap this world for my nightmares any day.
At least I know what happens there. Out here, the monsters still reign and they still want to destroy me.
They just might.