THEIR CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 28

10 years ago

Mira, 19

There's something strange about Roman today.

I don't know...just...I couldn't pinpoint exactly what but I'm sure he shrank a bit leaner.

After that night where I gave him innocence, we spent the following days exploring each other's bodies.

We ate, fuck and sleep, pretending that the consequences aren't looming at the end of the horizon. Seeking each other's warmth to ward of the cold. It was fucking fantastic.

My point is; during those times we've spent together, I've mastered every nook and cranny of his beautiful physique. My lips had traced his muscles, memorizing every curve and mole of his sculpted body.

Thus, I'm wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me or did his balls decreased an inch smaller?

His face is still Roman-y but the features are somewhat...softer? Less harsher. Even the look in his eyes is different.

Roman is one grumpy oaf and this version of him keeps grinning or maybe I'm just thinking too much and my sex-addled brain is making me notice things that are already there before.

Besides who else could it be?

He mentioned about his Ma and dedushka but that's it.

A crease formed on my brow but all confusion went aside when he suddenly flipped me over and began to whip me from behind.

The belt went down again on my ass and I hissed.

The sting making my eyes tear up before Roman slammed deep, soothing the pain a little bit.

Merging agony with pleasure.

"Let me adjust" I squirmed when he began to roughly pound me.

His fingers dug on my ass while he tightly pressed my face to the cushion.

Suffocating me and taking my oxygen with his dick, penetrating me again and again.

When I tried to resist, he merely captured my wrist and placed it atop my backside, fucking me in a rushed motion with the intent to come as quickly as possible.

There are times where Roman woke me up to him plunging inside my pussy and those sessions have been rough but this...it's too intense.

He's not even giving me enough time to breathe, belting my ass, at the same time giving me hard and deep strokes that's already getting me to the verge of an orgasm.

Like he's somehow furious.

Angrily fucking me until I'm whimpering and biting the cushion to prevent my teeth from clacking due the force of his unforgiving thrusts.

Looking back, I saw him snarling down at me. There's a silhouette on the doorway yet my sight is cut off when he took hold of my hair and pushed my face deeper to the couch.

He's...angry.

Did I displeased him?

Does he not like the lingerie I wore?

This morning, he left it beside me, with a note that I'm to wear the slip of clothing and wait for him to return.

So I did.

Yet why does he seem...enraged?

He's taking me hard and fast like he can't wait to get this over with.

The wet sounds of his cock entering my hole, intensified with his groans making me grip the cushion harder.

"So fucking tight" he growled, plunging so deep.