A Silent Reckoning: Sinner's Empire by Nikita Slater (world best books to read .TXT) 📕

He pulled back and growled, “Clothes.”

Understanding, Saskia reached for the hem of her shirt, dragging it over her head and tossing it aside. Her hands landed on the button of her jeans, then her eyes caught on him. Or more specifically, the beautifully veined cock he was pulling from the confines of his pants.

It was hard and pulsing, pointing up toward his belly.

Her mouth watered and she reached for him.

“Ah ah.” He smacked her hand and, gripping her waist, whirled her around, forcing her to place her hands on the counter.

She looked at herself in the mirror over the sink, taking in her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. She grinned stupidly at herself as she heard the tearing of a wrapper. Seconds later, his hands were groping her waist while he kissed her neck, biting the tender flesh and marking her.

He unbuttoned her jeans and dragged them, along with her panties to her feet. She heard a ripping sound and realized her underwear had torn. A slight pang hit her as she realized he hadn’t seen her panties. She’d picked them out specially for him.

As he bent her over and pushed inside her from behind, she reminded herself that it had to be this way. There was no way her father would allow her to be with Nikolay. Not only was he one of Jozef’s men, but he was low born. His mother had been a distant cousin of Krystoff’s and had married a poor farmer.

Though they were related, it didn’t bother Saskia. The connection was distant. She was his third or fourth cousin. Krystoff was considering other matches, some of them with more shared blood than Saskia and Nikolay.

Saskia watched his face in the mirror. The savage lust, the concentration as he pumped, hurtling toward his orgasm. She moaned and was gratified when he looked up and grinned at her. She moaned again, shoving her hands against the counter and pushing herself further onto his cock. He seemed to like it and began slamming into her in powerful thrusts.

She winced, but he didn’t notice.

He gripped her chin and forced her head around so he could take her lips in a sloppy kiss.

“Come for me, slut,” he growled against her lips.

Saskia rarely orgasmed during their encounters, having discovered in her teens that she was better off fucking herself if she wanted to reach the big O. But when he called her names during sex, every ounce of lust within her dried up.

She hated when he said things like that to her.

Once he’d asked if she was okay with it, and when she realized how much he liked dirty talk she’d agreed. As her heart grew more attached, he became dirtier and dirtier until she felt near revulsion at the thought of sex. She knew she needed to say something, but she didn’t want to risk what they had.

She wished she could talk to her mother or her sister, but both women were frustratingly private when it came to sex. Maybe she would try talking to Shaun one day, after they’d spent more time together. Saskia wondered when it was appropriate for girlfriends to start talking about their sex lives.

Nikolay pulled out of her and turned her around. He used his foot to stomp on her jeans, which were bunched around her ankles, and pull her free of them. She winced as she imagined the delicate fabric of her panties being crushed beneath his boots.

He lifted her off the floor and set her ass on the counter, then lined himself back up and pushed inside. She gripped his shoulders as he fought his way past her constricting muscles.

He leaned forward until his face was inches from hers. “I said, come for me, you fucked up little cunt.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she flung her head back in imitation of ecstasy so he wouldn’t see them. He slammed into her over and over. She closed her eyes and imagined someone else. No one in particular; he was faceless, a tall man, nice cock, big hands that would span her waist as he lifted her.

She grew wetter as she used her imagination to get off. It wasn’t working and she could tell Nikolay was close. If she didn’t orgasm, he would know and he’d insist on finger fucking her while calling her terrible names, which never worked.

She chewed on her lips, letting out a series of moans and groans. She wiggled her hips as though chasing her orgasm.

“Yeah, you like that, bitch,” he growled, falling for her show. “My little whore. Take this big cock like the bitch in heat you are.”

She let out a high-pitched yelp, as though she was close and rolled her eyes back.

He grunted, emptying his semen into the condom.

As always, he pulled out of her right away and stepped back. She wished he would hold her, but he turned away to dispose of the condom, using toilet paper from one of the stalls to wrap it.

Saskia slid off the counter, shame burning in her chest, and pulled her jeans back on, while he readjusted his own pants, tucking his cock away and zipping up. She didn’t know why she felt shame. She shouldn’t. They loved each other; they weren’t doing anything wrong.

Saskia wasn’t stupid though. She knew there were secrets between them. It was only a matter of time before she discovered his and she was terribly afraid she wouldn’t look at him the same when it happened.

Finally, he reached for her, holding her against his chest.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he murmured into her hair.

Saskia sighed, some of her shame receding as he held her and stroked his hand down her back.

They didn’t have much time together as Saskia’s guards would become suspicious if she spent more than fifteen or twenty minutes in the washroom. It didn’t matter though, there wasn’t much Saskia and Nikolay could say to each other. They’d agreed early on not to talk about