Filthy Secret

Yelena

I’m truly going to hell now. His fingers are heaven, the man knows how to please a woman. But we shouldn’t be doing this, he’s married to my mother-he’s my stepfather.

The grip he has on my jaw is punishing. He’s angry because I’ve denied him. Did he really expect me to jump on him? The man is freaking married.

He pushes his cock into my mouth, the thickness of it almost choking me as it hits the back of my throat. I gag, but push through it, breathing through my nose, I relax my jaw and let him take control.

“That’s it, horoshaya malenkaya shlyushka, don’t stop,” he praises me. My nipples pebble at his words. Never did I think I would enjoy being called a good little whore, but his words send tingles throughout my body.

His hand tangles into my hair and he begins to fuck my mouth. He’s taking everything he wants his way. I’m merely here for the ride. His other hand goes to my neck, his fingers caressing my skin. The possessive gleam in his eyes is a far cry from the tender way that he’s caressing my neck. Within seconds, the tenderness is gone as he wraps his calloused fingers around my neck, thrusting his cock deep into my throat.

“I can feel my cock here,” he growls. “Keep going, moya prekrasnaya malenkaya shlyushka.” (My beautiful little slut.)

His grip on my hair tightens, becoming incredibly painful and tears spring from my eyes, but the pain only heightens my pleasure. His thrusts become even harder, punishing, his cock batting against the back of my throat. I can’t stop the moan that bursts from me.

His eyes darken, going from the warm brown that stole my breath when I first laid eyes on him to almost black. “That’s it malenkaya, moan for me.” His fingers flex around my neck, causing me to release yet another moan.

I’m soaked. I’ve never been this turned on, my juices are running down my thighs. I want more. I need some relief. As sick as it is, I know that Nikolai is the only man that can elicit this type of response from me. At twenty-five I’m not inexperienced. I’ve been in a few relationships and I enjoy sex, but nothing compares to this.

“Release me,” he commands.

The authority in his voice has me releasing his cock instantly. I sit back on my knees and look up at him. He’s an opposing figure with his tall muscular frame, chiseled looks, and the dangerous gleam in his eyes; he’s the ultimate bad boy. The one that ha me a quivering mess with just a smoldering look. Not that I’d ever show him that.

His hands go to my arms, and he effortlessly lifts me in the air and pushes me down on the table. The moment I’m on my back he grips my thighs and thrusts into me with the same brutality as he’s been treating me this evening. My back arches as his cock pierces me, filling me so much that I’m crying from the pain. “Niko-”

“No,” he snarls, cutting my words off. He pistons in and out of me like a man on a mission. The grip he has on my thighs is painful and will no doubt leave bruises tomorrow. Even with the brutal thrusts, my body is once again climbing, this man is taking me to new heights. He’s completely wrecking me for anyone else. How am I supposed to pretend that this hasn’t happened?

I gasp when he slows his movements, pulling out of me until all that’s left is just his thick mushroomed head. He glides slowly back into me, his cock filling me inch by inch. Allowing me to feel everything, every rib of his cock.

“Condom,” I cry as he slams into me once again.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Never, Lena,” he growls, his eyes narrowing on me. “Never with you.”

I glare at him. He’s such an ass. “Bastard,” I hiss. “This is the only time this will happen.” I tell him adamantly. I’ve made mistakes in my life. Who hasn’t? But this-this is beyond belief.

He pulls out of me, and I hold back the whimper, hating that I miss the connection.

The anger is pouring off him in waves. Something I’ve come to realize with Nikolai is that the man hates to be told no. I’m pulled off the table, his eyes once again almost black. Even though he looks like the devil, he’s still by far the sexiest man that I have ever laid eyes on.

He bends me over the table, my ass in the air, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Lena,” he growls against my ear as he savagely thrusts into me. “You are mine.” He withdraws only to harshly plow into me again. “I will fuck you whenever I want and, malenkaya, as much as you pretend that you

don’t want it, your pussy and your body tell me otherwise.” Oh, he’s a bastard.

“Kanchay Alya menya, moya malenkaya Shlyushka.” (come for me, my little whore.)

His grip in my hair tightens as he pulls, my back arching so that I’m flush against him. His fingers find my clit, he strums at the puckered nub like a skilled musician.

I detonate. Utterly shatter at his command. My thighs quiver, my breath comes out in pants. I’m utter mush. Nikolai doesn’t care that I’m unable to form a coherent thought. He continues to fuck me into oblivion losing himself in me. He’s searching for his release.

“This isn’t a one-time thing,” he growls, his hips pistoning as he pulls tighter on my hair. “You are mine.”

My spine straightens. God no. I try to move but he’s too strong. “Mine, malenkaya, you are mine.”

“No,” I hiss. “My mother is yours.”

His laughter is humorless. “No, Lena, she is not. Marrying her was a mistake.” He slams into me. “This however is not. So, yes. Lena, you are mine.” He pushes into me, burying himself to the hilt. Unloading string after string of cum inside of me.

I collapse onto the table. My body completely spent. He presses a kiss against the outer shell of my ear. “My beautiful Lena,” he whispers as he pulls out of me, I wince at the movement.

I turn over, his cum leaking down my thigh, and stare at him, finding his eyes on me, his gaze intense as he stares at my naked body. The heat of his eyes has my body igniting.

Guilt hits me hard as I stare at his semi-erect cock. Everything we did was wrong-but oh so right. He’s not mine. I shouldn’t have touched him.

Shame fills me.

“Yelena,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

“What?” I ask, my defiance back in full force.

“I meant what I said, malenkaya, you are mine.”

I jump to my feet, beyond annoyed at his words. How many times is he going to repeat himself? It doesn’t change anything. “No, I’m not. Christ, Nikolai. What we did was wrong on so many levels.” My gaze goes to his cock once again. “You didn’t even wear a damn condom. Thank God, I’m on the pill,” I say disgustedly. I’ve never been with a guy who hasn’t been covered. For the first man to take me bare to be my mother’s husband makes my stomach roll and nausea rise up my throat.

“Lena,” he growls, causing shivers to dance up my spine. His eyes narrow, his lips thin, and anger rolls off him in waves. No doubt at me not agreeing with him. He truly despises disobedience. “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself.”

Oops. seems as though I’ve angered the big bad Pakhan. Oh well. I look down at my torn t-shirt, the one that I loved. It fit perfectly. Now I’ll never be able to wear it again. Reaching down I pick it up off the floor and spin on my heel. I’m confused and nauseous right now. I need to walk away, there’s absolutely nothing that I can say right now. Nikolai is delusional. The best thing is to stay clear of him.

A week, that’s how long I managed to avoid him for before. Something that I’ll be doing again after tonight. This can’t happen again. If my mother ever finds out, she’d hit the roof. My mother is one of a kind, someone who does not take being slighted lightly. If she finds out about what happened between Nikola and I-I’d be sleeping with one eye open. She can be ruthless when she wants and being married so many times, to powerful men, has helped her amass a great deal of allies.

“The tee,” his deep voice calls out as I reach the door. “Who’s was it?”

I don’t answer him, instead, I keep my head held high and climb the stairs to shower, the t-shirt clung tight to my body. The dark t-shirt belonged to the boy that I loved, the one that taught me way too many lessons. I kept the shirt because it was comfortable and as a reminder not to fall for a pretty face.

Alessio Bianchi taught me that loving someone can destroy you. He showed me that no matter how devoted to someone you are, they’ll cheat.

He made me realize that trust shouldn’t come freely.

Four years ago, he broke me. It took me a while to get over that betrayal. I should have known that he was only with me to get information on my family. But the truth is, I would never give them up, no matter how much I loved someone. My family is everything and I’ll protect them with my dying breath.

Alessio isn’t the only person that I loved to betray me. He wasn’t even the one that hurt the most. He was however the one that I managed to break free of. My mother on the other hand, we’ll that’s something that I’m still trying to figure out.

Sleeping with her husband does not make us even. Not even in the slightest. But then again, she’s never going to find out what happened between Nikolai and I.

Climbing into the shower, I let the water cascade over me. Slowly removing the bandage on my side. It’s looking much better, still puckered and red, but at least it’s closed up and no longer bleeding.

I close my eyes and my body tightens when the memories of Nikolai’s hands on me hit. The way his strong calloused fingers felt as he finger fucked me.

I shake my head trying to get those thoughts out of my mind.

Christ, this is going to be torture. Being under the same roof as him is going to be hard enough, but having the onslaught of memories-I’m going to be a mess.

I just pray that I can survive the next three weeks.