I realized I’d never heard her say my name before. And I suddenly needed to. “You want more, kotyonok?” “Yes.” “Then tell me who’s fucking you,” I demanded harshly. “Does it matter?” She tried to rock back against me, but I held her still by her hips. “Yes, it fucking matters.” “Why? In the end, I’ll only remember your headboard. It really is a sexy design.” Gritting my teeth, I threw her to her back so roughly she bounced. I pushed inside of her in one hard thrust, braced my hands beside her head, and watched her eyes roll back.
