Kova lifted me off his lap. My feet barely touched the floor before he spun me around and brought me back down on him. My back landed against his chest and I lashed out, trying to free myself.

"You and that mouth of yours." He dropped his forearm across my front and pinned my arms to my sides. Slamming our legs together, his long, thick penis pushed against my sex.

"Let go of me!"

"Not everything is what it seems, Ria. Just because I am with Katja, do not presume you know what goes on behind closed doors, even if I insinuate there is more. Everyone's life is nothing but a façade. We all lie."

I thrashed again, only this time it backfired, and I whimpered from the feel of his cock against my clit.

"I don't lie to you, Kova."

"I can recall a time or two when you have lied."

The past year flashed through my mind. He was right—I had lied a few times. The thing was, I wasn’t really upset at him. I was mad at myself for not being strong enough to refuse him, because the reality was that I wanted him. Needed him on a primal level it scared me.

"Stop fighting me or I will hold you down and fuck you senseless."

The thought of him doing that sent me into a tizzy. Wetness seeped from me on to his warm shaft. My head fell back, my eyes rolled shut, and I clenched my thighs together, squeezing his dick between my tender lips. A sensual wave started in my hips and I rubbed myself on him.

"You like that idea. Do not try to deny it, your body tells me you do."

"Kova." His name was a faint whimper on my lips. I squeezed his cock again out of pure animalistic need.

Kova inhaled a large breath of air. I opened my eyes just a crack and spotted the crown of his penis, purple and swollen, peeking out between us. His thighs were massive pushed up against my slender ones and it reminded me of something he said earlier—I was the beauty and he was the beast.

Kova's fingers trembled as he struggled to fight his feral appetite for sex. Fingers dug into my flesh, his palms were slick with sweat as he raised my hips and rolled his back. My feet couldn't reach the floor, so he pretty much had me suspended above him. I didn't move, and he didn't push inside.

"What are you waiting for?" I whispered. I reached out and gripped the armrest of the couch to steady myself.

Without another word, he pulled my body close to his and pushed the tip inside. I sighed, and he pushed in a little more.

"Oh hell," I said, melting on him, and my legs fell open over his knees. His large hand gently squeezed my breast and I almost sank all the way down.

"I think my girl likes the idea of me holding her down and surrendering to me," he said, his words surrounded me like a tightening rope. I did. I really did. "I could take away your power, your control, and make you forget your name." Then he slid all the way in. I tensed. It hurt in this angle. It was different and not all that comfortable.

"It feels like you're going to pop through my pelvis." I gritted my teeth together and tried to stand.

"Just relax," Kova whispered. He sat up, leaned forward, and wrapped an arm around my waist. The warmth of his body against mine pacified me and brought me an odd sense of comfort. I reveled in his embrace. He shifted deeper into me until we molded together too perfectly. "Give it a minute."

After what felt like an eternity, Kova's hands began a sensual roam of my torso. My nipples puckered and his hips shifted in the most erotic way. He slid in and out, slow and delicious. Legs spread wide, I was exposed and didn't care as long as he didn't stop. The blood in my veins ignited and I let out a blissful sigh as I laid my head back against his chest.

"That is what I want to hear." Kova grabbed my hand and placed it over our joined bodies, making sure my fingers touched his velvety skin where it glided in and out of me. "Feel that between us? That chemistry, that fire. The harmony of two people who are so wrong for each other but somehow come together, throwing everything off balance to the point that nothing makes sense but it feels right. That is us. That is trust. You do not let someone into your body you do not trust. Look how wet you get when my cock is inside you, how wild you get when our lips collide, how hard I am every single time I am around you. I do stupid things, I know I do, but when it is just us, it all makes sense."

Guiding my hand down, Kova placed my hand over his heavy sack. He squeezed hard and tight, too tight in my opinion, then he loosened his grip as he pulled out, only to squeeze again as he thrust in.

"Kova…please…" My mouth was dry, and I couldn't open my eyes. I squirmed on him, the pressure was the most powerfully intense eroticism yet. Spreading his legs wider, my hips opened more. One of his hands found my clit and ran in circles over the tight bundle of nerves, the other reached up and wrapped around the front of my neck.

"Trust me," he said near my ear.

My heart sped up, panic tore through my body, frightened that Kova was going to choke me to death. "Trust me," he said again. Applying pressure to my throat as he thrust in, he seized hard. A sharp ache shot through my pussy and I tried to cry out but I had no voice. The air in my throat constricted and I waited until I couldn't take it any longer. I gripped his balls hard and dug my nails in, twisting slightly. He twitched and let go, so did I.

I swallowed hard, and licked my lips, shocked that I almost came.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit. Kova. Do it again. Please, do it again."

Obsession filled me over this newfound pleasure. My body started moving of its own accord as I became ravenous for more. I twisted my feet around his calves and held on. I wanted him to do it again, and again, and again.

Kova turned my face toward his and our eyes locked. He grasped my neck again, this time a little harder. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how much you mean to me."

His voice shook with candid raw honesty. It was almost unbearable. We were beyond lust, beyond infatuation. This was way more, a crazed obsession with deeply seated emotions we didn't want to acknowledge because everything in society told us it was wrong.

I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine, and gave him the deepest, slowest, sexiest kiss I could. I made love to his mouth. His hand came up and threaded in my hair at my nape, holding me to him, but I took his wrist and moved it back to my clit.

Chuckling, Kova resumed his ministrations. I was close, so close to the peak of forbidden desires I was ready to tip over it with him.

"Oh… Oh…" My voice grew louder. I didn't know who I was anymore.

The pleasure was so powerful it propelled me forward and I sat up and tucked my knees under me. I saw stars from this angle and I realized I wanted Kova to show me more. More ways to get off. More ways to find pleasure. More. Everything. I couldn’t think straight.

Placing my hands on his knees, I gasped, and cried out. Kova was quick and had one hand around my throat, the other around my hips. My back arched, and his hips plunged into me at the same time I shoved down on him so hard I didn't even recognize my voice.

"Don't stop." I trembled violently.

"That is it, malysh, fuck me." I slammed down again. He squeezed my throat. "Keep going. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Adrianna."

Jesus Christ. Moisture dripped from between us and I saw it hit the floor. It was tinged pink but I didn't care.

"My girl likes that? When I tell her to fuck me?" I nodded. When Kova demanded that I fuck him, and he drove in deep and rough and held on to me, it was a high no drug could ever bring. They were magical words infused with a secret elixir by the damn devil.

"Do I have your trust? Say it."

"Yes, Kova. You have my trust."

Kova placed a kiss to my shoulder blade. He bit down, lapped at my skin, and then pumped his cock harder into my pussy. Heavy breathing and the sounds of raw, passionate sex slapping together echoed in my ears. We both were making sounds, both on the edge of something so extreme that I had a feeling he'd never orgasmed this hard before.

"Your pussy is squeezing me, you are close. I bet all I have to do is say the word and you will come all over my cock."

He rubbed my clit faster with four fingers and leaned close to my ear. The stubble from his jaw grazed my skin. "Fuck. Me. Malysh," he whispered, then he bit my neck.

I went off like a rocket. I cried out and clawed the shit out of his legs, then reached behind me and grabbed his hair.

"Kova… Oh my God, don’t stop!" He shoved my hips down on him and continued rubbing my swollen clit as I came so hard my thighs quivered and my body shook.

"That is it. Give it to me. I love feeling you come on my cock." When my orgasm subsided, Kova said, "Now, my turn."

"Take it." I managed to respond.

It didn't take but three hard as hell pumps and his penis was pulsating. Pulling out, he hauled me back to his chest and blew his load all over my stomach and breasts. His groan turned into a growl and vibrated against my back as his body flexed and constricted while he orgasmed all over me. His hold on my waist was tighter than ever.

As he came down, his body softened beneath me and his fingers loosened. He looked over my shoulder and we both looked down at his fluid all over me. I'd never seen it like this before—there was so much. He lifted his hand and rubbed it into me, all over my tender breasts, down my stomach to my pussy. He pressed on my clit, then cupped me before pushing his fingers inside. He kissed the side of my neck, lapping at the curve of my shoulder. He cupped my jaw and turned my head to his and kissed my mouth.

We sighed together in ecstasy. This was the most intense sex I'd ever experienced in my life, with a man who should've never given it to me.

Pulling me down to the couch, Kova cradled me to his body, keeping his fingers tucked into my sex. He expelled a restful breath and threw his leg over mine.

The room was hushed, peaceful, and infused with the smell of sex. I burrowed into his body and Kova murmured a string of words in Russian, words I'd never heard him speak. I didn't stop him to ask what they meant, I just waited until he was done. His breathing slowed, deepened, and I knew he'd fallen asleep.

Sated. Kova was completely sated. And surprisingly enough, so was I.