Chapter 73

ANASTASIA’S POV

“Ivan…” I whispered as I stepped closer to him, closing the distance between us. My eyes met his, and I didn’t blink. “Unbutton your shirt.”

He tilted his head, searching my face for any sign of hesitation. Maybe to be sure I wasn’t acting out of drunken impulse.

But there was no uncertainty in me. Just rage and desire. 

Without hesitating, he obeyed. His fingers moved slowly from the top button, his eyes never leaving mine.

My breath hitched as my eyes followed his every move.

I watched the way his knuckles flexed with each button he undid and how his chest rose and fell.

When he did the last one, I reached up to slide the shirt off his shoulders. My palms flattened against his skin, skimming down his arms, feeling every inch and every line of his body. 

After taking off the shirt, I reached down for his belt. I looked up at him again. “Take it off.”

His hands worked at the buckle smoothly without hesitation. 

As he took off the belt, I reached for his zipper, but he caught my hands in his.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and almost rough. 

I stared at him, my heart racing and my body burning with desire. “You feel it too,” I whispered. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”

Finally, he let go of my hands, only to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me against him. He spun me gently, switching our positions so I was the one leaning against the counter, his arms caging me in.

Then he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.

A brush at first—teasing me.

But I was done waiting.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, crashing my lips into his. His lips opened against mine, and he met me with equal hunger, matching every ounce of desperation I poured into the kiss.

His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips before lifting me onto the counter in one quick move.

“You don’t get to tease,” I said breathlessly. “I don’t want slow.”

He smirked against my lips. “Then stop giving orders you don’t want to be followed.”

I didn’t get to respond before he latched his mouth on my neck, tracing a path to my collarbone. Gently nibbling on my skin as he went lower.

His hands worked on the buttons of my silk shirt, tugging it open one by one until I was in nothing but my lace bra.

His lips followed, lightly kissing along my skin, as his hands gripped my thighs, dragging me closer to the edge of the counter.

I fisted his hair, tugging his face up to mine. “I want you. Now.” I growled.

His hand slipped between my thighs, spreading them wider and sliding my underwear to the side, and I couldn’t stop the moan that left me as I felt his fingers teasing at my entrance.

He slipped two fingers in and began stroking my wet folds slowly while his thumb massaged my clit. 

“Ivan,” I moaned out.

He shut me up with another kiss, harder this time. 

I pushed his pants down, massaging his bulging dick through his briefs. I could see his jaw visibly clench as he tried to control his desire. 

He reached for my hands to stop my movement. “You’re not in control here,” he growled out. He growled out. 

He lifted me off the counter and spun me so my back was facing him. He held my two hands behind my back and tied it up with his shirt. 

In the blink of an eye, he gently bent me over the counter. 

The next thing I felt was his palm slapping my ass, hard. I gasped, the sting blooming into something I didn’t know I craved until that moment.

“Ivan,” I breathed, half in warning, half in plea.

He leaned down, slightly biting on my ear. “You like that.”

It wasn’t a question.

His hand smoothed over the spot he’d just spanked, fingers trailing downward to my entrance. I squirmed as he slipped in his fingers again. Thrusting them in and out of me. 

I let out a loud moan as he slipped out his fingers to spank me softly again on the same spot. Then his fingers slid between my folds again, stroking me harder this time, but with my wrists bound behind me and my body bent over the counter, I couldn’t go anywhere—not that I wanted to.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured. “Is that for me?”

I whimpered, nodding, pressing back against him, desperate for more.

His teasing turned purposeful. Two fingers pushed into me again, curling just right as his thumb circled my clit, over and over, making me moan louder. 

My legs shook, barely able to hold me up.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take another second—just when I was right on the edge—he pulled his hand away.

“No—” I started, but the protest died on my lips as I felt his hard dick against me. 

And then without warning, he slammed his full length into me, filling me up completely.

“Fuck—” I gasped.

His hand gripped my thigh tighter, holding me in place, his other hand sliding up my back.

“You feel that?” he asked as he spread my ass to bury himself deeper in me. My walls pulsing around him. 

I could barely answer. I just nodded.

Then he began to move.

His hips rolled against me in slow and deep strokes, wanting me to feel every inch of him.  

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, lips brushing along my spine. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” I hissed.

He let out a low chuckle, and then increased his pace, making me moan louder. I felt him everywhere. His fingers dug into my hips, his breath hot against my back.

His hand slid around my front, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in circles that had my knees buckling under me.

My moans turned into broken cries as he thrust harder, faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers on my clit. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my body trembling ready to climax.

“Ivan—”

“I know,” he whispered. 

“Cum  for me.” He commanded, tipping me over the edge.

I trembled as my orgasm took over. But he didn’t stop. He kept going until I was limp against the counter, barely able to hold myself up.

And then with a deep groan, he climaxed also. His hips jerked as he spilled into me, his fingers digging into my hips harder. 

Silence fell as he collapsed onto me, both of us breathing hard.