Chapter 17: Sinful Union: Chapter 17

Pavel doesn’t waste a second. One moment, I’m on my knees in front of him, the next, he’s setting me on the desk, plunging his cock into me. He grips my hips, pulling me to him, pushing himself into me deep and fast.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers press into my skin, pinning me in place. He thrusts into me again and again, hard and unforgiving.

I cry out, my fingers gripping the desk, my pussy stretching around him. He’s relentless, each push of his hips sending shock waves through me. “Pavel.”

“Say it again.”

His hand slides up my spine then fists into my hair, tugging my head back. I feel exposed, completely at his mercy. I love it.

“You like this, don’t you?” His voice is a dark rasp, full of satisfaction, full of ownership.

I don’t answer fast enough.

Smack.

A sharp slap lands against my ass, making me jolt, my walls clenching tighter around him. He growls, his grip tightening. “Fuck, you feel that? How tight you get when I put you in your place?”

A breathless whimper escapes me.

Yes. I feel everything.

I try to move, try to roll my hips to meet his thrusts, but he doesn’t let me. His hands hold me still, forcing me to take it the way he wants to give it. Deep. Dominating. Merciless.

Every inch of me is on fire.

“Answer me, Kat.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

He chuckles before picking up the pace, fucking me harder, deeper. Each drive of his hips makes me gasp, every stroke brushing over the spot that makes my vision blur.

“I can feel you,” he bites out, his fingers sinking into my hips. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

I breathe his name as I come hard and fast, my body clenching tight around him, pulling him with me. His growl is low and guttural, vibrating through my bones as he thrusts one last time, causing a thundering orgasm throughout my body.

Afterward, he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t move. He stays there, his weight pressing down on me, keeping me exactly where he wants me. Oddly, I don’t want to move either. Because I know, no matter how much I try to deny it, I love the way he owns me.

Before I can catch my breath, my body still pulsing around him, Pavel lifts me up, turning me in one swift motion until I’m bent over in front of him, his cock still thick and hard. A helpless moan slips from my lips as I grind into him, his hands gripping my waist, holding me steady, making me feel every inch of him as he plunges back in.

His hand moves to my throat, gripping but not squeezing, applying just enough pressure to still me.

‘You take what I give you, understand?’ he says, his thumb stroking my pulse, feeling it race beneath his touch. ‘Not the other way around.’

I shudder at his words, surprised at my own reaction to his dominance. His free hand slides around me, fingers teasing over my already swollen clit. I moan, bucking into him, gripping the desk with everything I’ve got.

‘That’s it,’ he says. ‘You love this, don’t you? You love when I fuck you from behind.’

His other hand moves from my throat to my breast, squeezing it, teasing my nipple. He guides me, pulling me closer to him by the hips, making me take him deeper, harder. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams, losing myself completely.

“Come for me again,” he orders.

With a shattered cry, I do, my back arching, my entire body clenching as he holds me still, forcing me to take every second of it. I feel like I’m a marionette and he’s pulling the strings. It’s at this moment that I know I’ll give him anything he wants.

Because I want to.

Before my orgasm fades, he moves me back to the couch. He places me onto my back and slides inside again, filling me in the way only he can, the way I crave, that way I need. Pavel stays inside me, his body heavy over mine, his weight pressing me deep into the plush couch. His skin is hot and damp where it meets mine, his breath uneven against my cheek. But he doesn’t make any move to pull away.

Instead, he shifts slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, his body still flush against mine. His hands frame my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with a tenderness that surprises me. My heart stumbles in my chest. I don’t know what to do with this version of him—the one that isn’t all hard edges and rough demands. This version is soft and tender, ultimately making him even more dangerous, when it comes to my heart.

Pavel tilts his head, his blue eyes locked on mine, studying me like he’s trying to figure me out. He smirks.

“Did I break you, Katerina?” His voice is husky, still thick with lust, but there’s a warmth in it.

I scoff, trying to ignore the way my stomach flutters at the way he says my name. “You wish.”

His smirk widens. He rolls his hips just slightly, still buried deep inside me. I gasp, my fingers tightening on his biceps. “Oh!”

He hums in a smug way, dragging his nose along my jaw before pressing a slow, lazy kiss to my lips. “Where’s all that attitude? All that fire?”

I lift my chin defiantly. “It’s still here.”

He chuckles, pressing another kiss to my throat, his lips lingering over my pulse. “Mmm, that’s good.” Another slow thrust, deep and teasing, making me shudder. His expression shifts slightly, his voice dropping lower. “I like seeing you like this.”

I swallow hard. “Like what?”

He drags his lips over my collarbone, his hips shifting just enough to make me squirm. “Relaxed,” he murmurs. “Satisfied.” He presses a kiss just above my breast, then looks me in the eye. “Mine.”

A sharp ache blooms in my chest.

Not fair.

This is supposed to be about sex, power, control. Not this. Not him whispering sweet things that make me melt like a stick of butter. I lift my chin, narrowing my eyes. “I’m not yours.”

Pavel’s eyes darken into something dangerous. He leans in, his voice a quiet murmur as his nose skims mine. “No?”

I open my mouth to argue but he moves again, a slow, deep thrust that leaves me breathless. He watches me, drinking in my reaction, smug and knowing. Then, with a wicked smirk, he rolls his hips again. “Feels like you are.”

His arms stay tight against my sides, strong and solid, anchoring me in a way I didn’t expect. His breath is slow and steady, like a feather against my temple. His fingers stroke my cheek, a lazy, soothing motion that makes my eyelids grow heavy. I can feel his heartbeat against my own. Strong. Certain. Unshaken.

He murmurs something in Russian, then chuckles, low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest.

I frown, lifting my head just enough to look at him. “What did you just say?”

His lips twitch, the corners lifting in an amused, knowing smirk. Smug. Teasing.

I narrow my eyes. “Pavel.”

He hums, dragging his fingers through my hair, twirling a loose strand around his finger as he studies me. “I said you look beautiful when you’re completely ruined.”

Heat licks up my spine, pooling low in my stomach. I swat at his arm, scowling. “You are insufferable.”

He grins. “I can tell you’re thinking too much,” he replies after a few seconds.

“You don’t think enough.”

His smirk fades slightly, replaced by something more serious. “I think about a lot of things, Kat.” His voice is softer now, and when his fingers slide back up in my hair, I lean into his touch without hesitation. “I think about you.”

I swallow hard, my throat tightening at his words. I know I shouldn’t ask the next question, but I do anyway. “What exactly do you think about?”

His fingers tighten ever so slightly, his jaw clenching before he answers. “I think about the way you feel in my arms. I think about how good you taste. How fucking perfect you are when you come for me.”

I inhale sharply, my pulse racing, but he isn’t finished.

“I think about the way you look at me when you don’t think I see it.” His thumb brushes over my lips, slow and deliberate. “Like you want this just as much as I do.”

I do.

Good God, I do.

But I can’t say it. I won’t say it. Because this wasn’t supposed to happen. I shift, pressing my face against his chest, closing my eyes. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He chuckles as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. “I meant every word.”

I don’t know what to say to that. Suddenly, the room feels too small, the weight of everything said, as well as everything unsaid, pressing down on me. He moves again, and I let myself go. I lock my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside. A few more thrusts, and I’m tipping over the edge again, with him right alongside me.

I’m taken back to the night we made Ana.

I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I’d never left.