Guarded Rebellion (The Baranov Legacy)

16. Eva

16

EVA

“ N o.” I uttered it on a weak exhale, trying not to pass out from the rush of desire.

He hovered over my pussy, staring up at me with such wicked heat in his eyes that I swore I wouldn’t survive this unexpected rush to intimacy.

It was hot. It was fast. And fuck, I couldn’t keep up with this swarm of lust and excitement filling me.

“No?” he taunted in a growl. “You weren’t asking for this?” He lowered his mouth to me, parting his lips and dragging his tongue over my entrance. Heat lanced through me. My heart threatened to give out. Air couldn’t fill me fast enough, and I never wanted it to stop.

“You weren’t begging for attention?” he demanded. “Huh? You didn’t want to act out until you got a man to give it to you?”

I shook my head, panting and whimpering with need. “I didn’t want a man. I wasn’t trying to get a man’s attention.”

He chuckled, a filthy, gritty sound that sent shivers racing over my skin. Hearing him make that kind of a naughty, roguish laughter was my undoing. Like he knew he was in control. As though he realized that I was putty in his hands—literally.

As he lapped at me, then sucked at my clit until I swore I could see stars, he added a finger to thrust into my sopping wet entrance.

“You weren’t begging for this, you bratty little slut?”

I creamed, leaking more of my juices at his harsh, dirty talk.

No. No, I wasn’t. “I swear…” I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sight of him down there, licking and kissing me where no man had ever touched me. Not even that asshole who’d tried to get my panties off at that frat party.

Lev was mad that I had snuck out. I knew he would be, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how swiftly he would channel his fury into this sinister need to make me come. I didn’t have time to wallow in the trauma of almost being raped. All I could do was cling to Lev, threading my fingers into his soft hair and trying to keep his head between my legs, doling out such a build-up to pleasure.

I’d come under my own touch. I’d masturbated and used a vibe. But the experience of a man giving me an orgasm knocked me off my axis completely.

He was wrong. I didn’t want attention from a man. I wanted attention from him .

“I’m… I’m…” Words failed me as he pushed me closer and closer to coming. Thoughts ceased to form well, and as he doubled down, growling as he feasted on my wet cunt, all I could do was let go and feel.

“Lev!” I cried it out, wrenching my eyes closed as I reached the peak of tension. A tight band low in my stomach tightened like a vise. My pulse skyrocketed. Relief was just within my reach, but I couldn’t get there.

“You want this, Eva?” he asked as he added another finger to my entrance that he stretched so well. “Is this what you were looking for?”

I nodded, weak with finishing the gesture. “I–I–I want to come.”

“Yeah,” he replied, heat burning in his brown eyes. “You’re going to come for me. Right now, you goddamn slut.”

Locking my focus on his wicked grin, I did. Hearing him treat me so filthily turned me on to the point I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came with a blinding intensity that had me gasping for air and desperate not to pass out. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, wringing all the built-up tension out of me.

“Is that what you wanted?” he taunted again, seeming charged with an unstable and mounting need to control me. “You were looking for a man to make you feel good?” His words were furious growls, gruff and deep, cues of just how hard of a man he was.

He stood, pushing my legs apart as I strained to catch my breath. I stared up at him, incapable of speech as I gawked. Lifting his arm high enough to wipe off the glistening cream— my cream—from his face, he lowered his other hand to unzip and unbutton his pants.

Trembling from the aftershock of coming so hard, I wished I could bare all of myself for more of his attention. I didn’t want another man. I wanted Lev. Again.

“Yeah,” I taunted, riding the thrill of pissing him off. Fighting him was a drug I couldn’t give up. This angst and bitterness that crackled between us symbolized a deep desire neither of us could turn off. “That’s what I was looking for, asshole.” A slow smile twisted my expression, and when he gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw to the point that his neck strained, I knew damn well how I wanted to see this game play out.

He made me come, but I felt like I still had the power to affect him like this. He hurried to shove his pants and briefs down, revealing a massive, long cock. It stood to attention, pointing at me as I tried to tug my arms out of my coat and dress. I wanted his wicked hot stare on me everywhere, like a forbidden caress I shouldn’t yearn for. I needed his touch on my skin until the memory of this night would be imprinted in my mind forever.

“You wanted a man to show you a good time, huh?” He lowered his pants and stepped out of one leg. Muscles bulged and flexed with his every movement. His skin pulled taut over the mass of his strength. Scars and tattoos slid, enticing me to stare at every inch of him, but it was his dick that I wanted to admire. Pre-cum leaked at the tip, and the second I licked my lips, he grunted.

“Fuck. You little disobedient slut…” He lifted me off the couch as he lowered to sit. With his back against the cushions, his dick poking up into my belly, he laid me flat over his lap. I struggled to see him, I fought with the confines of my clothes, but he didn’t help me out of them. Instead, as he shoved me further over his hard legs until my pussy was over his dick, the top of my body crushed onto the sofa, he seemed to gather up the fabric and fist it until my arms were tied behind my back.

“You know that, Eva?” His hand came down on my ass, bare to him. Stung by the pain of his spank, a touch I hadn’t been expecting, I gasped and squirmed to get free. “You know that? You’re just a sassy little brat, begging for it. Aren’t you?”

Again, he spanked me. This time, the heat of the impact remained on my flesh. He spread his hand over the globe of my ass, and once the bite of pain radiated out, it quickly—amazingly—turned to… pleasure.

A moan escaped me. Closing my eyes with my head forced away from him, I was without any power to move. My arms were caught up in the sleeves of my coat. My body was draped over his. His big, hot hand stayed on my ass, keeping me in place.

And as the pain evaporated completely the longer we sat there, I realized I didn’t want to ever be anywhere else.

Fuck. Lev. I needed more of this. I coveted his command on my body like this. Because if I caved and let him decide how to play this out, I would be treated to the ecstasy of feeling liberated and free, chained to nothing but pleasure.

“You defy me.” He spanked me again, twice, earning my moans.

“Fuck. Eva.” He growled as he moved his other hand between my legs. Wanton and desperate, I let my thighs part. I slid one leg down so he could reach to where I dripped for him again. “You…” He stroked his finger along my slit, smearing the cream. “You disobey me.”

The wonder in his tone teased me, but I needed that gritty side of him, the control he wanted to unleash on me. “Of course, I do, you asshole.”

He chuckled that raw, filthy sound again. Then he spanked me harder. “You want this? You like this, huh?” Another spank, and another finger slid into my hole. “Look at you. Fucking dripping wet like a needy slut.”

For you. Only for you, Lev. I sobbed when he went still.

“You like this?” he taunted, rubbing my ass but not moving his fingers. “You want to come again?”

I pushed onto his hand, eager for more.

“Then you’re going to be a good girl for me.” He spanked again. “You’re going to listen to me.”

I cried out as he pistoned his fingers faster. “Fuck. Fuck .”

“You want me to fuck this hole?” he asked, moving me until he had my legs on either side of him. My head lowered, making the blood rush there too fast, but I had the common sense to catch myself from falling off his lap. Putting my hands on the coffee table near the couch, I leveraged up for him to clutch my ass.

My bottom stung. His handprints would show there. Like a mark, but I couldn’t think past the urgent need to have him fill me.

“You want me to fuck you, brat?” he demanded as he yanked me up higher. The domed head of his cock pushed against the sensitive folds of my pussy, and I cried out.

“Lev. I need?—”

“I’ll tell you what you need.” He pushed into me, sliding his thick cock into my entrance. At the same time, he spanked me again. “Fuck, yeah. You want this, Eva?”

“I need it.”

“Yeah, you do.” He slid in more, forcing a louder moan out of my mouth. He stretched me, rubbing on my inner walls as he filled me to a tense completion that stung at first. Each time he spanked me, though, then rubbed the heat of the impact over my cheeks, I lost sight of the initial twinge of pain at being penetrated for the first time.

Had I clung to any semblance of sanity, I would stop and realize I was crossing a line that had no point of return.

I was no longer a virgin.

And all I could know was that he deserved that trophy. He deserved that honor.

“You need this cock deep in your cunt, huh?” He sped up, thrusting into me until he was all the way in. I felt tight. I felt full and stretched and so goddamn good that I couldn’t catch my breath.

“You need me to discipline you, Eva?” he growled, thrusting faster and pairing his spanks with the pounding force.

“I need?—”

“You need to learn a lesson,” he corrected, panting around the speed and intensity of his drives into me. “You need to learn to behave. You listen to me, Eva, and I’ll?—”

I couldn’t take it. Between his rugged strength evident in the brutal thrusts into me, his hands smacking down on my ass cheeks with the perfect balance of force and caresses, and the naughty words he dared to growl at me, I came. Blissfully and wholly, I splintered apart. Sobs filled the apartment as I tried not to succumb to the sensation of finally being complete and at peace. Tears leaked from my eyes as I struggled to breathe through the intensity of coming like this.

I was no longer a virgin.

Lev stole my V card.

No. I gave it to him.

As he roared and pushed his hips up toward me, filling me with his hot cum as he came, I closed my eyes with the knowledge that I’d chosen this. That I’d told him what I wanted, and he’d delivered.

If I could rewind time and choose again, I would pick him in a heartbeat.

He was so wrong.

I wasn’t seeking attention from a man. I longed for him .