All the bad things {18+}

Fuck me like you hate me|24

Grabbing me by my thighs he pulls me closer to himself, I'm hanging, my ass barely inches from falling off this table. I readjust of course, nothing as pleasurable as comfort.

He's a forceful kisser, gripping me by my neck and slightly choking me as his tongue expertly dives in and out of my mouth expertly. His other hand has a firm grip on my head, I'm sure that it'll bruise if he doesn't let up on me.

"Lomono-" I gasp at the slightest opportunity for air.
"Roman," He kisses me. "Just Roman baby."

I feel my wetness seeping into the wooden table beneath us, that'll stain and Vladimir will lose his mind, he has a knack for things being in perfect shape especially his work space.

Roman presses against me, I've soaked through his trousers, i feel his erection. It looks painfully constricted within those trousers that have become a size too tight.

"Take it out for me Ellie."
"Su..reee." My words come out breathy as he begins his sweet assault on my neck, I'll hand it to him, this is way better than being unconscious while in the act.

I move my hand up and down his shaft, eliciting groans of pleasure from him. I almost make a snarky comment that Mikhail taught me well but I decide against it, after all i will be needing a favor once all this is done with, shitty i know.

i swish my hand over the tip, it's slick with precum and he's pulsing like crazy. I might be less experienced but i have better sexual composure. it makes me laugh, was he this apeshit when i was unconscious?

I guide him to my entrance, he sinks right into me. I take note of the familiarity my body seems to have for him, amusing isn't it? I hardly know him but my body begs to differ.

"Fucking hell, Ellie." He groans harshly into my shoulder, i release a breathy moan as he moves forward, there's a certain ache there, I'm not unfamiliar with it but it feels so good.

His thrusting is merciless, he won't hit me. He never has but he's taking out all his aggression on my pussy. The guards can hear us, no doubt but i like it, the possibility of getting caught. This is probably the result of all my risqué activities with Mikhail. He pulls me out of my thoughts and bends me over the table. Now he's really drilling into me, he seems to be hitting every spot available, both pleasure and pain, I'd push back onto him but not with both my hands pinned above my waist, it's a crazy sensation and an even crazier situation to be at his complete mercy.

Grabbing one of my legs, he has me rest it on the table. Leaning down he whispers, "For easy access.
"You're crazy." I'm left swallowing my words at the slow and sweet feeling when he drives deep into me.

The pounding continues, I'm seeing stars and holding onto dear life as every thrust seems to knock the wind out of me. I'm at the very edge but he suddenly pulls away, leaving a cold empty feeling - I almost whine at it.

"What do you want Eliana?" He fixes himself up. "You wouldn't be doing this unless there was something in it for you."

Damn~ I'm that obvious?

"My phone, laptop, everything. Give it back."
"One condition." His tone is a bit final. "Go out with me."
"Sure, a few excruciatingly long hours with you shouldn't hurt." I agree, pulling the straps of my dress.

He sits on the edge of the table.
"You have it a bit wrong. I'm talking two days alone." He makes a wagging motion with his finger between the both of us. "Just us two."

"What the?!" I shake my head, beelining for the exit. "No fucking way!"

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The car door slams beside me. I agreed to it. Andrei has been left to the care of his nannies and me? At the mercy of a maniac who holds my obsession and attachment to my phone as a leverage to get me to go out with him.

The drive is long, quiet and awkward.  Neither of us bothering to speak to the other.
We stop at a restaurant for some food. I don't eat any of it, Russian food still doesn't taste right but on the bright side they offered Chinese.

"You're a picky eater."
"Tell me something I don't know." I roll my eyes as i pop a prawn into my mouth.
"You also like shellfish."
He keeps on making pointless observations.
"I still don't like you." I point out.
"Wasn't trying to make you like me." He relaxes back on the seat. "You'll warm up in time."
"Fuck you." I throw a prawn at him. The sauce staining his white button up.
I get a glare but I'm finally winding him up. It's satisfying, really.

"I need to go shopping." I get up and walk to the opposite mall. He chases after me immediately but I've always been a master at the manipulation game.
I get what i want at the end, endless bags of things i don't need. It take two trips and an assigned delivery guy to come drop them off at the address of where we're heading.

I'm surprised the place has an address, our estate didn't have one. It must be where he cosplays having a normal life, where he goes off the grid.
It's a simple Parisian apartment, just opposite the Eiffel tower.

"Pretty obvious don't you think?" I fold my sunglasses and tuck them into my shirt.
"Exactly, come with me." He holds out his hand and I'm not one to reject acts of politeness so i take it.
"I threw your old stuff into the pool, got you new ones." He points to a few new bags on the table.
"Will do." I nod. "Uhm....so what now?" I ask and he cocks an eyebrow at me.
"Let's fuck?" I ask. "I mean-"

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I swear I lost count of how many times he came inside me. Hadn't realised it was some sort of baby making holiday.
Currently sitting on the toilet in a robe and letting it all drip out, he sits on the floor and pours me a glass of wine, topping the almost finished glass in my hand.

"You done?" He asks, his face flushed. "We've been here for a while now."
"Not trying to catch a UTI, leave if you're not comfortable." I snap.
He huffs.

"Why do you like me so much?" I ask him. "We're not good for each other."

"You're good enough for me, we'll figure out the rest." He looks at me as i get up and wash my hands. Felt weird to wipe In front of him. "What is this, post nut clarity?"
He laughs.

"Don't even." I walk past him. "I'm going to bed." I walk in the second masters' bedroom.
It's not up to midnight and i hear something down the hall. I go to check if he's a midnight snacker but I'm met with a man sitting at the mini bar. It's still Roman but somethings off about him, half a bottle of scotch sitting a ways from him.

"What's up?" I ask genuinely concerned, i take the glass from him and he wraps his hand around my waist, leaning onto my chest.
"C'mon big guy." I help him up and lead him into his room.
We both fall onto the bed and i try to get up after helping him get settled. His hand grab a hold of my thigh and pulls me onto the bed.

"Don't go." He looks up at me through bloodshot eyes. "Just until i fall asleep."

I'm torn, he's hard to hate when he's all vulnerable and shit.
"Fine."
He settles onto my lap and I'm left stroking his hair.

"You're making hating you do difficult." I sigh into the air.

A/N : Hey, so shit has been going down in my life. Parents seized my phone and i stole it back to update. Heading off to school by lilith's grace.
Ps. I offer art comms, link in my bio and uhm 😶 instagram disabled my account so I'm currently going through a metamorphosis, reinventing my self so please be patient.
Ignore all errors, I'll fix em.