Aleksey’s voice caresses my ear. It makes my skin to ripple in goosebumps. "Breathe, Miss Velez. Inhale.” He inhales against my neck greedily. “Exhale.” He blows his cool breath on my ear. “Even an aroused little girl like you can do that.”
A mixture of desire and anger makes my body tremble. Is he mocking me? I insult him with every swear word I can think of and push him. Does he really want me or is he just playing games?
I shiver when he nips the lobe of my ear gently. He sucks, nibbles, and pulls. I try to conceal my enjoyment, but my traitorous body squirms under his touch. Aleksey's smirking against my neck. He knows what’s he’s doing to me and he’s enjoying it.
His tongue trails from the hollow of my throat to the side of my neck. Aleksey is acting as though he knows he’ll get what he wants and is taking his time to savor his prey.
He places soft kisses all over my collarbone, my jaw, my neck. When he nibbles my tender flesh softly, I realize I’m panting. The nibbling becomes harsh. He doesn’t care if I end up marked. I don’t want to admit that I love his animalistic touch and the way it makes electric currents sweep through me.
Aleksey keeps my hands held up with one hand. The other forces my legs to part before it finds its way under the hem of my hospital gown, caressing the back of my thigh, my hips, and my waist. I can’t think about anything but the way his touch is shooting bolts of electricity down to my core.
Big hands slide to the small of my back and violently pull my lower body toward his hardness. He harshly grinds against me, and then resumes his assault on my neck.
His smirk against my skin tells me that he finds my arousal funny. I don’t want him to make fun of me. He won’t hear me respond to his touch. I stubbornly bite my tongue to suppress a moan every time he nibbles my skin.
Aleksey rises to the challenge. He unties my gown but doesn’t take it off. My right shoulder is bare now. He trails soft kisses there, driving me crazy. I never thought of my shoulders as an erogenous zone before, but they seem to have a direct link to the nerves at my core. Waves of pleasure course through me and gather in a spot between my legs. His hungry lips at my shoulders cause my gown to slide down slowly until it falls to the ground.
I can barely breathe. His eyes go up and down my body, and I instinctively try to cover myself but his strong hold remains firm. My nudity makes me feel extremely vulnerable.
He teases my hardened nipple with his nose, inhaling deeply and then blowing on it before his hot mouth takes it in. My head falls back abruptly, and my body squirms. My throat burns from the exceptional effort of suppressing my moans. I’ve never felt a pleasure like this before. It’s all new and overwhelming.
Aleksey's teeth nibble my erect nub slowly. When his tongue flaps quickly over it, I reach my limit. I try to kick him away, but his muscular arm blocks my kick. Then he sucks at the tender skin as though his life depends on it. I writhe in an attempt to get my breast out of his greedy mouth, but the cop ignores my attempts to escape his torture. Aleksey speaks without releasing my breast from his grasp. “Not a chance. I’ll hear you moan, little girl.”
He tortures the other nipple before brushing my lips lightly with his. Stubbornly, I refuse to part my lips when he lightly runs the tip of his tongue over the lower one. But nibbling his way into my mouth, he forces my lips to part, and I become lost in his kiss. His mouth has never been more possessive as he kisses me hard.
I can’t take the onslaught anymore, and I come up for air in desperate pants. The cop attentively watches my pathetic attempts to regain control of my body. He must be enjoying my inexperience.
Just when I’m about to lose my mind, Aleksey pulls me over his shoulder and crosses the room swiftly. My body slams down violently on his enormous bed.
Chapter 28
My eyes open wide when he takes off his shirt. That time at the river I didn’t appreciate how magnificent his body is. Strong masculine chest, muscled stomach, and a perfect V line. Tattoos and scars enhance his rough beauty. Unlike the soldiers who look too beefy and artificial, Aleksey’s muscular frame is perfect.
I try to lift myself up from the bed, but I gasp when he forcibly pushes me down with his body. His weight restrains me. The contact of our bared skin feels glorious. I’m immobile under his control and in spite of myself, extremely turned on.
I push him, but one more time he traps my wrists with just one hand above my head. His breath tickles me when he skims my neck up and down with his nose, inhaling deeply.
The moment he forcefully parts both of my legs with his knee, I look up at him wide-eyed. His face is intense, and I know this time he’ll take me. I don’t want him to stop, but a part of me is trying to bring me to my senses. I barely know him. I have feelings for someone else. I fight against his hold but it is as though I’m fighting a marble statue.
Aleksey looks down at me sternly. His voice becomes commanding. "Don’t fight me, little kämpfer. It’ll be worse for you." He grinds against me, making me tense. I shiver when he breathes against my ear. His voice comes with a raspy, husky quality. "Just relax."
He slowly runs his hand downwards, reaching that intimate, soaked place between my legs that nobody has touched before. A satisfied groan builds in his throat. “Hmm. So responsive.”
A deft finger circles a sensitive spot gently and I bit my lip hard to not cry out. Oh God! I never imagined it’d feel this good. I feel the need to writhe in response, but his weight is holding me down, unyielding.
He enters me with his pinky finger and gasps when I contract my inner muscles around it, constricting it. He smirks against my neck. “You’ve been doing Kegel exercises. Hmm, inexperienced but naughty. I love that.”
Shocks of pleasure run all over my body when he rhythmically moves his finger in and out. His hand is so big that each time his finger is in, his palm presses my most sensitive spot.
He curls his finger, massaging another extremely sensitive spot inside me. I can’t suppress my whimper. I’m going to explode into thousands of small, soaked pieces.
My heart pounds furiously. I speak through heavy pants. “Please … stop … I … can’t—”
He lifts his muscular body slightly, giving me room to writhe and breathe. Our eyes meet.
His voice is hoarser than usual, full of desire. “You look so beautiful … underneath me like this. Naked ... helpless … aroused …”
“Please … just give me a moment to—Ahh!” A loud moan interrupts me when Aleksey takes my most sensitive spot between two fingers. He doesn’t stop and strokes sensually, deftly. I can’t hold back anymore. I whimper loudly, and my response encourages him to increase the pressure. He’s an expert in the art of giving pleasure and he’s playing me with the same deftness he plays his bass.
His fingers leave my body, making me feel bereft. I groan in protest. His hands grab my waist. He sits on his heels and brings me up, putting his arms around me. I’m somehow straddling him now. My face is squeezed tightly against his collarbone. Involuntarily, I press my lips to it and run my hands up and down his muscular chest.
A humming vibration from his throat tells me he likes my touch, but he stops me violently. Aleksey grabs my hands and forcibly puts them behind my back, clasping them in his enormous hand. Obviously he won’t share control. He leans, pushing me down ‘til I’m arching my back on the edge of the bed. My head falls back.
In this position, I can look at us in the wardrobe’s mirror. He’s hovering over me; my breasts are lifted up and dangerously close to his mouth. The way he keeps my hands prisoner makes me look helpless. Looking at us like this ignites my desire. The contrast between our sizes, our ages, and our powers becomes evident. I’m the prey and he’s the predator. I’m about to be devoured. I’m about to be taken.
When his lips clasp my breast and suck harshly, my eyes open wide as incredible pleasure runs through my body. He looks confident when he takes off his slacks with just one hand, and the mirror reflects his full erection. I wiggle nervously. What
he’s about to do will hurt.
His hardness brushes against my lower lips. Once and again and again, drenching himself in my wetness. Massaging in the right places. Ripples of pleasure shoot through my body and pool between my legs.
He murmurs softly against my neck. “I adore your innocence. I love the few things you know. I love the many things you ignore. And above all I love … everything you’ll learn … with me.”
Using his ex-soldier strength, he turns me and bends me over until I’m crouching on all fours. One of his hands is still keeping mine behind my back, and the other keeps my torso down so my breasts press the mattress. I wriggle, and his hold strengthens. Oh my! I haven’t ever felt so exposed. So helpless. Dirty. Used like an object. He keeps teasing my lower lips with the tip of his erection. His voice is husky, sensual. “How will I take you, sweet girl?”
Aleksey’s fingers dig into my butt cheek’s tender flesh, and his mouth descends greedily on my engorged lips, devouring them hungrily.
“Ah!” I’m sure the loud sound of my moan will reach the town. This position is so animalistic, so raw. It feels wrong and pleasantly erotic at the same time.
“Will I take you this way?” he asks without stopping his hungry attack. His breath tickles that sensitive area and waves of hot pleasure wash through my veins.
As though my body is a toy, he forcibly turns me again, and now I’m under him. One hand holds me immobile by my throat. The other grabs my left knee to force my leg to bend.
“Or this way?” he says as his now soaked tip presses against my entrance, bringing agony and ecstasy into my now weakened body. I whimper loudly, and the hand on my throat slides to cover my mouth. My already wide eyes open impossibly wider. The tip retreats and he sucks and bites all over my shoulders. My breasts. My stomach. Marking me.
Whatever he intends to do with me, he won’t do it gently. At all. I have to lose my V but … like this? He’s taken full control of my body and won’t share it with me. He’ll take me in any way he wants.
And, yet, because my body is yearning for him, I can’t bring myself to ask him to stop.
Putting his hands on my waist, he lifts me. Aleksey sits on his heels and forces me to straddle him just over his erection. Our faces are closer now. I look up at him nervously, and I see no affection in his blue eyes. Only a lustful determination to possess me.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he says gruffly. I comply feebly. And soon I’m holding on for dear life, because, with the tip of his erection he’s teasing my entrance while he makes my hips sway to and fro.
He circles them upward.
He sways them again downward.
Circling, swaying.
Each time his tip at my entrance opens me more and more.
Each time brings a fresh wave of pain.
And I know it won’t be long. He’ll enter me.
“Look at me.” I obey. He’s face displays a cold, harsh, calculating expression. He slides inside me millimeter by millimeter at first, before he stops. I’m panting knowing what will come next.
“I’m going to take you—” In a swift movement he pushes my hips down and his full length is inside me.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I yelp against his chest.
“—this way.” He growls and doesn’t move for a long moment. My nails dig into the back of his neck in an attempt to diminish the pain. I’m breathing harshly. Beads of sweat cover my skin as my body struggles to accommodate the intruder.
I look up, and it infuriates me to notice that he’s looking down at me with a mechanical, triumphant expression. Why does it have to hurt only me?
I furiously hit his chest with my fists and the movement brings more pain, but also an uncomfortable, kind of pleasure. “Get out of me!” I shout. Aleksey pulls back until only his tip is inside me, and I breathe in relief before he slams back inside me, making me flinch and whimper.
He doesn’t stop this time. With his hands on my hips he keeps moving me up and down, picking up speed with each thrust. I cling to his neck with all my strength, and the pain, little by little, gets intertwined with a pleasure I could never imagine existed. The fullness, the connection between our bodies, the way my breasts bounce, making my nipples brush his naked chest.
Still inside me he stands up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his torso and strengthen my grip on his neck to not fall. He chuckles. With brutal strength and confidence, he hooks his arms under my legs, so the back of my thighs rests on his forearms, and his hands grab my waist to move my body like a puppet master. With each of his thrusts, he pulls my pelvis against him … farther from him … and against him again. Each time, he works my body differently. Each time, he seems to be trying out which angle makes my body react the most.
And when he finds the best angle, the pounding begins. I’m weightless, defying gravity, supported by his arms and his erection. He thrusts in a merciless accelerated rhythm, and my head falls back. I can’t decide if I’m in heaven or hell. Is this pleasure? Is this pain? All I know is that the most intense sensations are coursing through my body and are pooling in the place between my legs.
The dizzying, glorious sensations are too much. I squeak and desperately clench my nails into his neck. My hips start to move on their own adjusting to his rhythm, and that only makes the pleasure increase. He speeds up even more into a punishing pace. It’s driving me mad.
Deep within me the pleasure starts to grow, making me whimper uncontrollably. He’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge of an unfamiliar sensation. A sensation that’s building and that my body desperately wants to experience. My body knows it’s coming, even if this is something beyond the limits of my experience.
“Don’t fight it, little girl. Let yourself go.”
My muscles stiffen before my body bursts in waves of unadulterated bliss. I repeatedly scream as waves of shattering pleasure make my body spasm violently. A white haze is the only thing my mind can register. And ecstasy. Sheer, delicious ecstasy.
I struggle to catch my breath and come back from my paradise. I open my eyes and see we’re on the bed. My shoulders and head are hanging at the edge of the bed so I can see myself in the mirror.
He pounds into me in a relentless rhythm while his hand covers my mouth. He’s so rough that my breasts bounce, and my reflection looks closer to pain than pleasure. I’m looking at him with eyes full of wonder. Every time his thrusts become painful, I flinch and whimper. He looks so in control, so violent. In contrast, I look young and vulnerable. Almost like a little girl. But the mirror doesn’t reflect how much I love this. The fullness, the roughness of it. I like it. I like him.
Aleksey’s thrusts become erratic. His body jerks into mine in short, swift bursts before he goes rigid and growls. I feel his heat radiate inside me. I feel the pulsing throb of his virility as he plants his seed.
He rests his head in the crook of my neck. His hot breath burns my already overheated skin; his weight on me makes it difficult to breathe.
Oh, God! That was fantastic but also scary as hell.
I feel gloriously spent and grateful. I’ll do anything to please this man who taught my body how to feel. But a small part of me feels slightly ashamed. I enjoyed it, but I feel taken, rather than loved.
Aleksey hasn’t moved. If it wasn’t for his ragged breathing I’d think he’s dead. Has he fallen asleep while still inside me? I lay there under him for a long time, trying to collect my thoughts with his weight and my post-orgasmic weakness keeping me prisoner. Thinking, wondering.
I feel sore, heavy, and groggy. My reflection in the mirror is swirling and turning into a mess of shapes. That means I’m falling sleep. I force my heavy lids to open and shake my head.
The mirror reflects my thoughtful-self again. I examine my reflection. Do I look different now? Would people notice the change in me? Would Rey? Rey! I didn’t think about him at all, when I … Oh, God! I can’t shake off the feeling that I’d cheated on him. Because there’s a small part of me who is in
love with him.
I need time to digest what happened.
I compare this first experience to what I’ve seen. Sometimes Joey is extremely rough but never like the cop. Aleksey didn’t act like a lover. He acted as though it didn’t matter how much I resisted, he would have taken me anyway. I know that I surrendered knowingly and willingly, but he still took me like I had no choice. He didn’t have a way to read my mind, to know that I didn’t want him to stop. Even so, he irrevocably possessed me. While inside me, he didn’t kiss me or ask me how I was. Not once.
I haven’t seen enough to know the difference but isn’t that the way that … soldiers … recruit … people?
Oh, no!
He didn’t act like a lover because he was acting like a … Gary’s words replay in my mind: He’s a soldier and a rapist.
Cold panic constricts the pit of my stomach. Did I lose my V… to rape?
“NO!” I scream at the top of my lungs and fight against his hold. In earnest, unlike before.
He comes back to life and looks down to me before covering my mouth his hand.
“Shh! Don’t be difficult,” he whispers.
His blue eyes bring a painful flashback of that day. The soldiers, my mom. Almost the same blue eyes.
And exactly the same malice.
Chapter 29
I try to push him off of me with all my strength. The mirror doesn’t reflect my endeavors to get Aleksey’s body off of me. Instead, I see three people who shouldn’t be here.
Rey’s mom died during childbirth. Angie Weaver and Mom died while serving the troops. Seeing those women means that either I’ve lost my mind or I’m near death now.
“Come with us. You prefer death over rape,” says my mom.
“And he raped you.” says Cecilia Diaz.
I scream silently against Aleksey’s hand. I need to wake up.
A different voice echoes in my ear. “V-girl, wake up.” I order my mind to obey the voice. Little by little, I gain control of my eyelids and open them slowly.