He was right, I did ask for it, and the truth stung. I may not be the only pussy he’d ever have, but it was my pussy currently wrapped around his cock. My body he was beneath. My teeth and nail marks that reddened his skin—have fun explaining those to your girlfriend.
"Why are we having sex?"
"Why the fuck not," he retorted, pushing hard into me. "You want me, I want you. End of story. Now shut up."
I shook my head in disbelief. He was such an arrogant asshole, and I realized he’d never change.
"News flash, I still don’t trust you. Truth is, I can't. What the fuck was I thinking? You have a girlfriend," I spat.
Fire ignited so bright inside me I was ready to shatter. My heart pounded, as well as a throb on the side of my head. I wasn't sure where that came from or why, maybe pent up resentment I had toward him I hadn't realized I was harboring. It wasn't often I exploded like that, I was usually good at curbing my emotions. But it took a six foot plus Russian with hella good looks and a dick attitude to set me off.
"You’re an asshole."
Twenty-Four
Kova lifted me off his lap.
My feet barely touched the floor before he spun me around and brought me back down on him. My back landed against his chest and I lashed out, trying to free myself.
"You and that mouth of yours." He dropped his forearm across my front and pinned my arms to my sides. Slamming our legs together, his long, thick penis pushed against my sex.
"Let go of me!"
"Not everything is what it seems, Ria. Just because I am with Katja, do not presume you know what goes on behind closed doors, even if I insinuate there is more. Everyone's life is nothing but a façade. We all lie."
I thrashed again, only this time it backfired, and I whimpered from the feel of his cock against my clit.
"I don't lie to you, Kova."
"I can recall a time or two when you have lied."
The past year flashed through my mind. He was right—I had lied a few times. The thing was, I wasn’t really upset at him. I was mad at myself for not being strong enough to refuse him, because the reality was that I wanted him. Needed him on a primal level it scared me.
"Stop fighting me or I will hold you down and fuck you senseless."
The thought of him doing that sent me into a tizzy. Wetness seeped from me on to his warm shaft. My head fell back, my eyes rolled shut, and I clenched my thighs together, squeezing his dick between my tender lips. A sensual wave started in my hips and I rubbed myself on him.
"You like that idea. Do not try to deny it, your body tells me you do."
"Kova." His name was a faint whimper on my lips. I squeezed his cock again out of pure animalistic need.
Kova inhaled a large breath of air. I opened my eyes just a crack and spotted the crown of his penis, purple and swollen, peeking out between us. His thighs were massive pushed up against my slender ones and it reminded me of something he said earlier—I was the beauty and he was the beast.
Kova's fingers trembled as he struggled to fight his feral appetite for sex. Fingers dug into my flesh, his palms were slick with sweat as he raised my hips and rolled his back. My feet couldn't reach the floor, so he pretty much had me suspended above him. I didn't move, and he didn't push inside.
"What are you waiting for?" I whispered. I reached out and gripped the armrest of the couch to steady myself.
Without another word, he pulled my body close to his and pushed the tip inside. I sighed, and he pushed in a little more.
"Oh hell," I said, melting on him, and my legs fell open over his knees. His large hand gently squeezed my breast and I almost sank all the way down.
"I think my girl likes the idea of me holding her down and surrendering to me," he said, his words surrounded me like a tightening rope. I did. I really did. "I could take away your power, your control, and make you forget your name." Then he slid all the way in. I tensed. It hurt in this angle. It was different and not all