Chapter 8: Mariana's Pov

“Fuck this.”

I’m pulled atop Alexandr’s laps, a gasp escaping my lips as I get comfortable on him, wrapping and interlocking my fingers around the back of his neck. His darkened silver eyes stare deeply into soul, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable before him.

His bulge pushes into me from beneath and I gasp, taking the opportunity to grind on him as ragged breaths escape both our parted lips simultaneously.

“You don’t know what you’re signing up for, Mariana.” He growls, his fingers digging into my waist, his shoulders tensing as his dick pulsates.

I chuckle. “Like I said, I’d love to chance my luck.”And like a starved man, Alexandr’s lips land on mine. He kisses me with so much desperation, his teeth biting down on my bottom lip, his tongue competing with mine in a dance battle.

I match his pace, not allowing myself to surrender completely to him.

“Fuck.” I breathe, steadying my hands on his shoulders.

He chuckles, heaving out a shuddered breath in an attempt at calming his ragged breaths. “Look at you, chewing at my lips like a dog handed a bone.”

“You chewed on mine as much, Mr. Vastlav.”

Spank! “Alex.” Spank! “Call me Alex.” Spank! “Just Alex. Do you understand? Hmm, firecracker?”

“Yes!” I moan, wincing at the desperation laced in my tone of voice.

He hums. “Is your brother in?”

“No. I’m sure he’s still at Leah’s.”

He hums again, holding his gaze with mine, hesitation and restraint dancing in his eyes.

I gulp, sliding my palms down his chest until my eager fingers stop at his belt. His breath comes out shaky but his eyes remain on mine, silently urging me to go on.

I unbuckle his belt and he lifts his hips up, allowing me an easy access to pull his slacks down his waist. My fingers tug at the waistband of his briefs but he grasps my wrists, stopping me with a shake to his head.

“Not yet, bambina,” he mumbles and before I’m able to do anything, he rips my silk night shorts off, swiftly lifting me off his laps, throwing both my legs over his shoulders, immediately burying his face between my legs.

He blows a soothing breath against my pussy, the flat of his tongue gliding teasingly across my wet slit, causing my hips to buckle as an audible moan slips my lips.

He hisses, “Yebat,” and my thighs tighten, my bones weakening at the thickness and lustfulness laced in his tone of voice. “You thought I ate your mouth?” He chuckles incredulously, “watch me eat the fuck out of your pussy, because right now, I’m not just a dog handed a bone, I am a lion whose senses have been clouded with the smell of fresh blood.”

And that’s the last thing I hear before stars cloud my vision, my body trembling as moans and cries of pleasure rips out of my throat wave after wave.

Alexandr keeps to his promise. Without showing my pussy any mercy, he chews at the sensitive part of me, biting, nibbling, licking and slurping with guttural sounds escaping the back of his throat.

“Alex! Please. . . I think I’m. . .merda!” The heel of my feet dig into his back as I cry out in both pain and pleasure, my fingers tight in his hair, hips buckling uncontrollably, and thighs tightening around his neck.

Alex’s fingers dig into my ass, a strained groan escaping his throat as I slide one of my hands down, stroking him through his briefs.

“You’re killing me, firecracker. Keep doing that. Don’t fucking stop. . .I want you to keep doing that as you come.”

His tongue rolls up, wrapping around my sensitive bud, stroking intently. Scream after scream escapes the back of my throat as I reach the peak of euphoric pleasure.

Still breathing hard from an intense orgasm, I don’t realize when Alex stands or even when he walks into the room. The only thing I register is the high pitched scream that escapes my lips when my back lands on the bed.

He hovers over me with a smug smile, wiping my juices off his chin, shoving his index and middle finger into his mouth with his eyes shut tightly and a hum of approval vibrating out of him.

“I’ve always been fascinated with you from the very day I set my eyes on you. I always thought of you as a unique young lady. I have my confirmation now. You’re absolutely amazing and you taste wonderful.”

I hum lazily. “Really?”

“Yes, firecracker.” The heel of his palm grinds against my pussy. I whimper, rocking my hips against his palm faster. He scoffs. “Tell me what you want, firecracker.”

My only reply is a strangled moan at the feel of his fingers teasing at my entrance. I lift my torso off the bed with a desperate groan, slamming my chest against his, my hands wrapped around his neck, both our lips moving against the other fast and rough.

He grunts, snaking his hand around my neck, pushing me back down against the bed, holding me steady whilst his eyes drink up my barely clothed body.

“Please, Alex. Do something. Anything,” I grumble.

He chuckles, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips and his eyes glistening with mischief.

“Our firecracker is such a greedy little girl. What would daddy say when he finds out how needy his little girl is, hmm?” His tongue slowly and sensually swipes across my hardened nipple and I moan, lifting my waist to meet his clothed groin. A strained moan erupts from both our throats as I grind against him.

His tongue trails across a straight line from my neck down to my pussy. He flicks at my clit teasingly, his eyes heavily locked on mine. And without warning, two of his fingers are pushed into me knuckles deep, his tongue immediately pressing down firmly against my clit.

A loud scream erupts in my throat, my body jolting up as I arch my back, burying the back of my head into the pillow.

“Holy. . .” I drawl as Alex pumps his fingers in and out of me whilst his tongue swirls viciously against my clit.

The feeling is exhilarating, intense, overly stimulating, yet, I find myself rocking my hips desperately, surrendering my body to a stranger—a hot stranger who has no problem with making me feel so good.

My eyes snap open, lips parted sensually, toes curling into the sheets. I take in the mass of blonde hair against my thighs, reminding myself that Alexandr Radimr Vastlav is nothing but my mission.

A job that I have to get done.

“Tell me what you want, Mariana,” he rasps. The tone of his voice alone sends goosebumps coursing through my skin.

I moan at the viciousness of his fingers, thrashing my head. “I want you to fuck me hard, Alex. Fuck me like your dirty, filthy, good little girl.”

That gets a grunt out of him. An animalistic sound that vibrates against me. His eyes darken more visibly, his fingers sliding out of me.

My juices follow.

I stare at the mess with hooded eyes and a little glint of embarrassment but Alex stares at his coated fingers with a coy smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Look how wet you are for me, firecracker. Look at all the mess you’ve made and I’ve only fucked you with my fingers. . .” He smacks my ass cheek when I attempt rolling my eyes at him. “Get on your hands and knees, Mariana. You want me to fuck you? Then I need you to make me cum with your tongue.”

A second doesn’t pass and I’m on my knees, eyes glistening with mischief, tongue poking out as I impatiently wait for him to take off his briefs.

He kneels before me. My eyes snap up to meet his darkened silver pair.

His jaw ticks, veiny hands stroking his length, a smirk tugging at the corners of his perfect lips.

He coats my bottom lip with his pre-cum, nudging my mouth open with his length. Like a good girl, I oblige him with immediate effect.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes when the huge length slides into my mouth, stretching out my jaw so much that my throat hurts.

Alexandr grunts above me.

It’s a sensual sound. A pained cry, almost.

His muscles tense and he grunts out a few syllables when my lips enclose around his tip.

“Look me in the eyes, firecracker. I’m going to fuck your mouth so good, but if you look away, I’ll stop. You’ll get absolutely nothing. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I shake my head no, gaining a grunt of approval from my soon to be husband. “Are you going to behave for me, baby?”

I nod, still struggling with his pulsing dick shoved down my throat.

Without warning, Alex begins fucking my mouth like an enraged man taking his anger out on a whore. He tugs at my hair, squeezes at my boobs, smacks my face, spits on me and bites out degrading words whilst his dick makes a mess of my mouth.

I know that I’ll probably be unable to use my voice by the break of dawn.

I tighten my throat around his tip.

He hisses. “That feels amazing. I love what you’re doing to me right now. I’m getting close, please don’t stop doing that.”

He doesn’t relent neither do I.

I match his pace, wrapping my tongue around him, deep throating him until he spills into my mouth with a sensual moan.

A smirky smile plays at my lips when I look up at him. Tensed muscles, face scrunched up in pleasure, breath ragged, sweat trickling down the entirety of his body and low grunts eliciting in his throat.

I almost chuckle at how easily I’ve rendered a powerful man of his nature useless with just my mouth.

As if noticing my arrogance, annoyance flashes his orbs, causing me to gulp harshly, swallowing on absolutely nothing.

In one swift movement, he’s stationed behind me. He smacks my ass many times over, cursive words escaping his lips in the form of grunts and groans.

He’s angry at himself.

Angry at me.

Still, he’s unable to stop himself from going further.

He spanks my ass cheeks until I release a pained cry. There’s nothing sensual about my cry nor is it one of pleasure—it is purely pain. Unfiltered. Undiluted.

And the man whom I’ll soon be married to laughs from behind, clearly enjoying his torture.

“This is the last time I’d be this gentle with you, Mariana darling.”

It’s a whisper. Almost inaudible. Almost but I hear him loud and clear.

If he sees this as him being gentle, then what might he be like when he’s rough?

My subconscious questions.

But before I could dwell upon the question long enough to come up with an answer, the entirety of his length slams into me with so much force that my throat draws out a scream.

So loud that the glass windows almost shatter.

Almost.

Just like an animal, Alexandr fucks me all through the night—many times over. He fucks me in all shape and form, to a point of unconsciousness.

And by the morning when I’m finally able to come awake, I find my bed empty with a note by the side.

“No more gentleness for you, wife.”