“Forget everything that’s happened since the moment I walked into that clinic.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. I can’t hold it back anymore—I’m crying out every time his hips slam into mine.
“You’re mine, Arya, do you understand that? You belong to me. You’re my f*****g krasavitsa. Now be a good girl and come for me.”
He releases me and presses my face into the sheets. I reach around and grab his thighs, drawing him closer as Dima grabs my wrists and uses my arms to leverage himself into me. It’s rough and dirty and I will never get enough.
I tilt my hips a little more. The next stroke is like an electric current zinging through me. It touches things I didn’t know could be touched, and I wail again into the pillow.
Dima thrusts faster. In a matter of seconds, my thighs are trembling, and yet
