“I want you to hurt me. I want the pain. I want you to rip me apart with your cock - fuck me so hard I’m screaming.” She begs again, her voice becoming tense with lust.
I tighten my grip around her throat, cutting off her air supply and she gags, trying to swallow, a glimmer of panic shooting through her eyes.
That is when I slam my cock into her pussy. The moment I see the fear in her eyes.
That is the most beautiful sight in the world.
She tries to scream, but she can’t.
I keep my fingers locked over her throat and pound my cock into her, watching her change from pleasure to a richer form of panic. She’s clawing at my fingers with her hands, her lips turning a light shade of blue. My cock is so fucking hard inside her as her body fights for air and life and floods with fear.
Her pussy is tighter than it’s ever been, and I keep fucking. Slamming into her over and over again.
Misha passes out.
I release my grip around her throat and chuckle, catching her as she falls limply onto the table. I pull her forward and slap her hard across the cheek and she gasps for air, waking up to find my cock still pushing deep into her pussy. She cries out in shock and then pleasure as she tilts her head back, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
With my fingers digging into her thighs, I pull her legs as far apart as I can, splitting her open and fucking her even harder. Her body begins to shake beneath me, and she reaches up and digs her nails into my shoulders as she holds onto me.
She gasps, shudders, and screams as the orgasm hits her like a tidal wave.
My cock goes rigid, and I release my pleasure into her.
Misha is lying with her back on the table, breathing heavily, grinning.
I gently trace my fingers over her throat.
“It’s already bruising.” I muse.
Her eyes meet mine, and the sinister smile on her lips is magnificent. “I’ll wear it with pride.” She whispers.
I pull her into my arms and carry her off the patio steps and onto the beach sand, towards the crystal-clear ocean.
“I think I want to fuck you under water.” I smirk and she wraps her legs around me as we walk into the sea.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Misha
It’s our last day on this island.
My island.
I grin, wiggling my toes in the sand, watching Vincent walk out of the ocean as the salty water runs off his perfect, sculpted body.
Fuck me, I have never seen anything hotter than that man.
My man. My future husband.
I never pictured myself to be the type of girl who wanted to get married. But I also never expected to get a proposal like that. How could I say no? He’s literally given me anything I could ever wantand a life with him.
Vincent lies down on the giant beach towel, spreading out next to me. He props himself up on his elbow and smiles down at me. Reaching up I pull my sunglasses lower down my nose so that my eyes meet his. “Vincent?—”
“Yes, little pet.” He says gently stroking his hand over my stomach.
“I would have said yes without the contract.” I whisper.
He smiles, looking at my body, at the cold salty steaks of water he’s drawing over my skin.
