“Please,” I beg as the coil in my stomach tightens further and further. It is almost there, ready to release and make me fly. If only?—
“No,” I cry out desperately when he suddenly stops. Matthias chuckles darkly.
“Not yet.”
“I’m going to claw your eyes out,” I snarl and push back against him. If he isn’t going to fuck me, then I will fuck him. And it works, for like two seconds. Then he tightens his hold on the tie and pounds into me earnestly.
“Is this what you wanted, my little psycho?” he asks me as he pounds into me over and over again. My pussy clamps down around his cock, my back arching, welcoming the rough touch he bestows on me. “You wanted to be owned? To be fucked like the little whore you are?”
He reaches between us with his free hand, finding my swollen clit. “But you’re my little whore, aren’t you, Red?” He pinches my clit and waits until I am gasping and writhing from the fresh pain. Matthias gives me no reprieve as he keeps up his zealous rhythm.
“Matthias,” I moan, pushing back against him, trying to meet every rabid thrust, aching for the next.
“Good girl.” He thrusts harder, forcing my hips into the desk. “Fuck, Ava,” he growls, his hips stuttering slightly and his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Beg me to come.”
I shake my head. Fuck no, I’m not. He slaps my ass hard and pulls on his tie. My eyes widen as my throat becomes completely restricted. What the fuck? Shit. I am pretty sure I just geyser even more wetness between my thighs.
“Beg me to come,” he snarls dangerously, not allowing me room to breathe or pull back.
“Please let me come!”
“Not enough,” he growls. “Beg.”
“Matthias.” My body tightens, preparing for the crash of bliss that is just out of reach. “Dammit. Please, sir, let me come. I need to?—”
He pushes forward one last time, stealing the breath from my lungs when his fingers pinch my clit hard, and I suddenly unravel. My scream is hoarse, lungs begging for air as he fucks me even harder through every roll of pleasure. His balls slap against me, cock plowing deeper and harder into my heated pussy.
With a roar, Matthias empties himself into me, deftly undoing the tie around my throat as he does. Panting, he leans over, bracing himself on either side of me, hands on the desk. His teeth bite into the curve of my neck, and I arch into him, moaning his name once again.
“Ya lyublyu tyebya, Krasnyy,” he hums in my ear.
“I love you, too.”
And I do. I just hope that my loving him doesn’t end in disappointment.
forty-two
I stand nervously outside her new room. She can’t see me through the one-way mirror, but from the way she tilts her head and stares at it, I have no doubt she knows I am here. Her hands are folded neatly on her lap as she waits patiently in the room while the nurse looks over her vitals and gently murmurs at her, asking her questions and testing her memory and awareness.
My mother looks frail and thin sitting up in the hospital bed. Even with the Botox injections and daily stretching, her muscles have atrophied with the passing of time. Dr. Radick explains that she will need extensive physical and speech therapy in order to recover fully from her ordeal. But the prognosis of a full recovery is good, and that is all that matters.
Time is no object anymore.
Even with the threat of Sheila and Remus out there.
“She won’t be able to say much for a little while,” Radick informs me. “Her voice box is slightly damaged from all the endotracheal tubes she had to endure over the years and also from disuse. The propofol might have messed with her memoryslightly, so do not be surprised if there are gaps. It is all right if you fill her in, but if you can, try to let her remember them on her own. Guide her, but don’t force her. Yes?”
I nod at him numbly, my eyes still not believing that she is awake. She has a slight smile on her face as she continues to stare straight at me, sensing me as she always did when I was a child.
“Can I see her now?”
Dr. Radick gives me a broad smile and nods toward the door. “After you.”
Without a backward glance, I rush through the door and to her side. It takes everything in me not to throw myself into her embrace and weep like I am a child again. I know she can’t take that, but it doesn’t stop the river of tears from sliding out of my eyes.
And I was going to be so put together for her.
She smiles up at me, her eyes shining brightly.