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“Uhh,” I cry out, running my hands along cushioned metal rings in the old mattress until my arms are fully stretched in front of me.Arseni slaps my ass as his cock massages against my G-spot and makes me mewl.
“Tell me you like this,” he commands while he fucks me, gripping my ass until it stings.
I don’t hesitate.“I like it.”
“Louder.”His pace quickens.
I let out a cry before turning my head to the side and sucking air into my lungs.“Ilikeit.”
“That’s not good enough, baby.Come on.”He spanks me again, hard enough that my body jerks.
I bite my lip and clench my eyes at the forceful thrusts of his hips, the needy way he palms me.His desire is so expressive, so uncontrolled.I can’t say what it does to me because it’s hard to put into words.
“I love your cock, Daddy,” I yell, giving him what he really wants.
He digs his hands into my hips while he ruts into me, even harder, even faster.“Holy fuck,” he groans, little grunts escaping him.
It’s seconds before he slams into me with two hard, emptying thrusts, a guttural, animalistic growl ripping up his chest.His grip on my hips bruises.
When his hold finally relaxes, he nudges me forward and lays down beside me.I crawl onto his chest while he stares up at the ceiling.
“That was amazing,” I say through pants, my lips curving into a smile despite all the odds.
To the world, I’m a monster.But here, in this dark, gloomy torture chamber,for just a moment, I’m okay.
I crane my neck to look at him when he doesn’t respond.His face is blank, his hand lightly draped around me.
My smile falls along with my stomach, and for a solid second, I wonder if I imagined everything that just happened.If he wasn’t as palpably lustful as I thought.
But no, I remember well.It was incredible.For both of us.
“Is—is everything okay?”
Seconds pass.Without looking at me, Arseni nudges me off him and untangles himself from the chain caging his shins.
I sit up as he dresses, tucking my legs beneath me and crossing my arms over my chest.My face is hotter, hotter than it was when I was inflamed by his desire.
Once his shirt is over his head, he tugs it straight and speaks to the wall.“Tomorrow night, you’re going to be the entertainment at my boss’s party… Try to fuck just like that.You might enjoy it.”
He leaves me like that, and I just let him.Shock numbs my face, my tongue, my throat until I can’t even think of speaking.
When the basement door closes, so does the door to my heart.I’ve never felt so stupid for letting a person in.
19
ARSENI
Hudson is already sitting at a table in the back when I get to the bar.
He’s in plain clothes today, which makes him look ten times closer to the friend I knew.His blond hair is tousled, his baby blue T-shirt hugs his biceps.He’s facing away from me, but when I approach the circular table for two, he looks up with his stupid grin that for some reason brings me instant comfort.
“Hey, man,” he says, slouched on the barstool while cupping a bottle of beer.“You still drink Coors?”
I eye the bottle in front of me as I sit down.Honestly?I’ve never given a shit about brands in my life.It all tastes like refreshing piss to me.
“Yeah, thanks.”I pick it up and take a pull for the sake of politeness, but after I set it down, I roll my neck and pull out my cigarettes.
“You still smoke?”he asks, as if cigarettes are only a teenage thing.I pop one in my mouth and flick my lighter three times before it ignites over the tip of my cancer stick.The nicotine does little to relax me, but it at least makes my bones stop itching.I offer the pack as I exhale a cloud of smoke.
