His grunts fill my ears, and even though it hurts, I try to fall into the rhythm. I don’t have to try for long. After a few thrusts, pleasure starts to war with the pain, and my moans echo in the air. Kirill uses his hold on my neck to make me look in the mirror. I’m startled by the sight in front of me. He looks larger than life behind me and no different than a beast who’s devouring me alive. My skin is sweaty, flushed, and molded to his rhythm. With his hand around my throat and my wrists bound, I’m completely at his mercy.
