“Doesn’t answer my question.”
I swallow. “I don’t wear engagement rings in the shower.”
His face hardens. “What other engagement rings have you worn?”
Even though the answer is zero, I don’t appreciate his attitude.
So, I don’t reply.
He forcefully shoves the ring onto my finger. “Put it on.”
I ignore him.
He stares at me, out of patience, but releases me now that I’m wearing the ring. “Take it off again, and I’ll have it sewn on to your finger.”
“Why?” I raise my voice. “Will you wear yours twenty-four fucking seven?” I scoff. “Or will you wear one at all?”
Ignoring me, he grabs the shampoo bottle and pours some into his hand.
I stare at this infuriating man.
Appraising his body as if it were a one-of-a-kind structure in a museum.
His face, hard yet handsome.
His chest, muscular, zero body fat, six-pack.
Impressive for his age.
My eye-fucking is obvious, but he pays me no attention.
As if he forgot I was here.
I bite into my lip when my gaze drops to his thick cock. It’s hard, throbbing, and pointing toward me. The tip of it is purple and aching.
Oh, his cock definitely knows I’m here.
I run my tongue over my lips, remembering how it felt in my mouth.
How he tasted as he choked me with it.
My fingers ache to touch him again. Indecision thrashes through me. Shaking my head, I return to our earlier conversation, so I don’t drop to my knees and beg him to let me suck him.
“Cristian,” I say, my gaze returning to his face, “Did you hear what I said?”
He scrubs a hand through his hair, as if I hadn’t said a word.
I grab my washcloth and throw it at him. “God, I want to kill you.”
My words startle me, and my eyes widen in regret.
Thou shall not threaten a murderer, Natalia.
I never seem to learn.
Cristian catches the washcloth and plays with it in his hand. “Do you know what I do to those who threaten violence against me?”
I can’t stop myself from scoffing. “I hardly think I’m much of a threat to you.”
“Everything is a threat to me.”
“Screw you, Cristian.” Anger jolts through me, and I attempt to edge past him to leave the shower.
He grabs my arm, pulling me back into the space, and I almost fall on the slippery tiles. I know I’m in trouble when I’m thrust forward and the side of my face is shoved against the tiled wall. Cristian’s large hand covers nearly my entire cheek as he pins me in place.
You don’t talk to the king like that and get away with it.
Just because he’s had his tongue between my legs doesn’t mean I’m awarded the freedom to smart-mouth him.
I gasp for air, pain spreading through my face when his hand digs into my cheek harder. His thumb tightly presses into my jaw, making it impossible for me to speak. My heart rumbles in my chest, and I shake when his chest flattens against me.
His wet skin against mine.
The wild beating of his heart against my back.
I shiver when he dips his head, the stubble of his facial hair scraping roughly against my neck as his lips go to my ear.
“Did you give me this for a reason, sweet Natalia?”
Given I can’t move my head to find what he’s referring to, I don’t understand his question. Until his free hand slips between my legs, holding something, and my hips buck forward when he slides the washcloth between them.
He holds me in place, gripping the washcloth, and cups my pussy with it. He slides it back and forth, and my legs shake every time the soft texture of the towel brushes my clit. I pant, flattening my hands on the wall as he pleasures me. I move with his touch, rotating my hips, and forget the pain in my face. All my thoughts are on the washcloth and the feel of his erection sliding against my ass with every move he makes.
When he releases my face, I gasp, pulling in deep breaths of air. I don’t get a chance to ask him, What the fuck, before he snatches my ring hand and slams it to the wall like he did my face. He holds my arm above my head, as if he needs the view of me wearing the ring from behind me.
Steam surrounds us as he drops the washcloth and replaces it with his hand. He cups me like he did with the washcloth before thrusting one … two … three fingers inside me.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my back arching.
He positions his fingers perfectly, curving them at an angle and hitting my G-spot each time. I never knew my G-spot existed until Cristian.
A wave of warmth rolls through me as I repeat, “I’m there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Just as I’m about to collapse onto the floor, Cristian’s fingers are gone.
Without warning, he uses his ankle to nudge my legs farther apart and shoves his cock inside me. Then, he starts fucking me exactly how I imagined Cristian would fuck a woman.
Unrestrained.
His thrusts are as powerful as he is.
Deep moans come from him.
His grip is tight as he slams inside me. My hand on the wall drops, too sore to stay in place, and Cristian smacks my ass.
“Put your fucking hand back, Natalia,” he demands, bowing his head and sinking his teeth into my neck.
I slam it against the wall, my head falling back as water slips over my lips. Cristian places his hand over mine, interlocking our fingers, and spreads them so my ring is fully displayed.
I whimper beneath him as he fucks me with no inhibition.
It’s not romantic.
Or comfortable.
“You take me so well, sweet Natalia,” Cristian groans into my ear. “It’s like my cock was made for you.”
I throw my head back, moaning, and he fucks me harder.
“Will you throw things at me again?”
I fuck him back just as rough while sharply panting. “Depends on if you make me mad.”
He smacks my ass—harder this time.
That will definitely leave a mark.
It’s like he’s marking me as his.
“Wrong answer.” He slaps my ass again, pushing me forward, and I whimper when I smack my head into the wall.
He roughly chuckles. “Let that be a lesson to reel in the attitude. Now, shut up and take my dick. Don’t stop until I’m coming inside you.”
My knees go weak as he thumbs my clit. My pussy tightens around his length as my moans grow louder. I tell him I’m close, and he gives it to me harder.
I fall apart first, and he holds me in place while pounding inside me.
The water turns cold as our moans falter, and he steps back, pulling his cock out of me. His cum slides down my legs alongside the water, and he reaches out, spreading it across my skin.
He whips me around and gets in my face, and his voice is thick with arrogance. “Make no mistake, sweet Natalia, I love my cock inside you.” He snags my hand and licks my ring finger, sucking it into his mouth. “That ring doesn’t leave your finger again.”
CHAPTER 20
CRISTIAN
I’m picky with my pussy.
I’ve fucked only a short list of women.
But I’ve never had pussy like Natalia’s.
Her body, olive skin with curves in all the right places.