Chapter 29

Katarina's POV

I shut my eyes as tears dropped onto the softness of the mattresses. He brought his one hand forward, sliding his finger between my breasts, down my stomach and then between my legs leaving a trail of evoking goosebumps on their way. His head dropped between the junction of my shoulder blade and neck as his tongue dart out and he sucked hard.

“You’re so fucking wet, Katarina.” He circled his thumb over the bundle of nerves before pressing it down as pressure evoked pleasure. My nipples shamelessly grow harder and erect. Shame filled my senses. What was I doing?

“Do you want me?” The tangible force drawing me his touch suddenly was not very ignorable.

“You want my cock in your pussy, right?” His attention flickered to my whimpers as he circled his hand around my throat and squeezed it.

“That’s right, cry. Beg.”

His hatred for me was as much as I loathed him, but something was binding us together. I hated him. I just