Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I gasped, pussy stretching around him. He fucked me hard and deep, his motions ruthless. Each thrust slammed me forward, his hand on my throat keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
“Come again, Zoya,” he snarled against my ear. “Come on my cock while I fill you up. Let me feel this pussy milk every drop.”
I came, my pussy pulsing around him in tight, greedy waves, crying out his name as the pleasure ripped through me. He followed right after, slamming deep, cock throbbing as he came, thick ropes of cum flooding me, spilling out around him as he kept pushing in and out through it, marking me from the inside out.
We collapsed together on the bed, panting, our bodies sweat-slick and tangled together. His arms banded around me like steel, and he buried his face at the side of my neck, breathing me in.
“Mine,” he murmured against my skin, voice wrecked but certain.
I smiled, boneless, sated, and most of all, safe in the only place I’d ever truly belonged. “Yours,” I whispered. “But you’re mine, as well.”
He chuckled, kissed my nape, and pulled out. “Damn right, baby.”
After, when the world came back on line and we lay curled against each other in the dark, all I felt was the solid certainty of him. His hand rested over my ribs, thumb tracing slow circles like he was grounding himself as much as me.
“You know what I am and what I do,” he breathed. “And you’re still here.”
I turned my head, meeting his gaze. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
Something settled between us then, quiet and final, like the last space had closed without either of us needing to acknowledge it. We didn’t talk about the men still out there. We didn’t have to because what mattered was this moment and the life we were choosing inside it.
When I moved through his house, it felt like home. When I slept beside him, I didn’t dream of escaping… I dreamed of staying. And when I looked at Dmitry, I didn’t see a monster or a man shaped by violence. I saw the man I had chosen, and who had chosen me back.
Love didn’t redeem us, and it didn’t make us safe. It made us whole.
And in a world built on blood and power, we stood together. Not because it was gentle but because it was ours.
The End.