God, I could throttle this man. He’s so goddamn frustrating, and I can see just how cranky he is after dealing whatever it is he was working on.
“Sorry, let me bake him some fucking banana bread. Maybe that’ll fix things.”
“Go to hell, Matvei,” I say, pushing myself up from the couch and pushing past him. He snatches me up and tosses me back onto the couch, my heart in my throat. I want to say something biting and vicious, but all I notice is the way he approaches, not like he’s angry, but like he’s got something to prove.
“You think I’m an asshole, don’t you?” he asks, undoing the first two buttons on his shirt.
“Yes,” I say, looking away. “I think you’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.”
“You’re an asshole too.”
“No, I’m not,” I say, glaring at him. He undoes more buttons, revealing even more of his tight body.
“You’re stuck up, and so self-righteous, and you grate on my fucking nerves.” He tugs his shirt off his body and tosses it somewhere behind the couch.
I don’t know what to think. Part of me says to run to my room and lock the door; the other part says to stay put right where I am. To enjoy this sight and sit back as Matvei strips more and more of his clothing free.
“You don’t care about anyone but yourself,” I shoot back, turning away from him. “You think the world revolves around you. That you can do no wrong. You hurt everyone around you, and you don’t even care.”
Matvei reaches for me and grabs my arm, lifting me from the couch. He yanks me across his lap, and even though I struggle, he pins me down with one hand effortlessly.
“Stop talking to me like that,” he says in that low, vibrating hum of a voice.
“Or what?” I snap as I continue to thrash around helplessly.
I can barely get the question out before he flips up my dress and spanks my ass hard enough to make me jump. The sting is icy hot, and as the warmth spreads down the back of my thighs, I feel myself immediately grow wet.
“That was weak,” I gasp. “You can do better than that, can’t you, Matvei?”
His second spanking makes me moan and I press my head against the leather sofa, biting down to keep from making too much noise. I thought I saw Matvei being dominant before, but this feels different. He’s upset with me as much as he is turned on, and it shows in every move he makes.
When he undoes his belt, I worry, just for a moment, that he’s going to use it on me. Instead, he smirks as if he can read my thoughts. He tosses it aside and undoes the fly of his slacks.
Without another word, Matvei pushes my dress further up my hips and slides my panties to the side as he positions himself at the end of the couch. There’s no foreplay, no tonguing, not even a teasing finger before he fills me.
He grips my ass hard and spreads me wide before a quick thrust that stretches me entirely. The gasp catches in my throat and I choke on it, eyes squeezed tight.
“Fuck,” I finally manage to squeak out. I’m tempted to ask him to go slower, but I refuse. I can take whatever he gives me.
“You want to see me be a man, Victoria?” he growls. His hand flattens on the back of my head, and he makes a fist, catching my hair between his fingers. Matvei’s moves are faster than before, no time for foreplay or easing me into this.
“Yeah,” I pant, cheek on the leather sofa. “Show me you’re a man.”
That seems to spur him on perfectly, because his other hand lays into my ass again. He tugs my hair back, exposing my neck while he fucks me mercilessly. Goosebumps spread over every inch of my skin, and I’m quickly reduced into a moaning, gasping mess as he rides me harder than he’s ever done before.
He leans close to my ear, breathing against the sensitive skin on my neck, and I want to reach back and touch him. I want to feel him the way he can feel me, but I know that he won’t let me. He’s angry, and that only makes him sexier.
I bury my face in the fabric of the sofa when I feel my orgasm rising, desperate to keep from crying out too loud. With my mouth covered, I