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Chapter 4: Craving the Thorn

Chapter 4: Craving the Thorn

The first rays of morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Dmitri’s master bedroom, casting a soft golden glow over the tangled sheets. Anya stirred slowly, her body aching in the most delicious and shameful ways. Every muscle felt used, claimed, and thoroughly fucked. She could still feel the sticky evidence of Dmitri’s multiple releases drying on her thighs and between her breasts.

She tried to move, but a strong arm tightened around her waist, pulling her back against a hard, muscular chest.

"Where do you think you’re going, little orchid?" Dmitri’s deep voice rumbled against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

’He’s still here. And still hard.’

His massive cock was nestled between her ass cheeks, already throbbing with fresh need. The effects of her blood clearly hadn’t worn off yet.

Anya swallowed hard. "I need to use the bathroom... and maybe breathe without your cock trying to split me open again."

Dmitri chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerously sexy. He rolled her onto her back and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. His silver eyes roamed hungrily over her naked body — the bite marks on her neck and breasts, the redness on her thick thighs, and the way her pussy still looked swollen from the night’s relentless pounding.

"You look even better marked up like this," he murmured, leaning down to drag his tongue slowly over one of the bruises he’d left on her breast. "Like my personal fucktoy covered in my claim."

Anya bit her lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape. Her body was already responding, growing wet again despite how sore she felt.

Dmitri noticed immediately. He slid one thick finger between her folds and groaned at how slick she was.

"Still dripping for me. Such a naughty greedy little cunt."

He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, curling them expertly against that sensitive spot that made her toes curl. Anya arched off the bed with a gasp.

"Dmitri... fuck..."

"That’s right, baby. Say my name while I play with my new favorite toy."

He finger-fucked her slowly at first, then faster, adding a third finger as he sucked hard on her nipple. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy filled the room. Just as she was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips.

"Suck."

Anya glared at him but opened her mouth. He pushed his fingers inside, letting her taste their combined juices. The filthy act made her cheeks burn with humiliation and arousal.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "Now get on your knees. I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock."

He didn’t wait for her to obey. Dmitri moved to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled her down between his spread legs. His massive cock stood proud and angry, veins pulsing, the thick head already leaking precum.

Anya stared at it, both intimidated and strangely fascinated. It was even bigger in the daylight.

"I... I’ve never"

"I know," he said, gripping her silver hair gently but firmly. "I’ll teach you. Open wide, malishka."

She wrapped her soft lips around the head, swirling her tongue experimentally. Dmitri groaned loudly, his hips bucking slightly.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that. Take more of me."

He guided her head down, pushing deeper into her warm mouth until she gagged. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. The way he moaned and praised her made her pussy throb.

Dmitri fucked her mouth with controlled thrusts, never forcing her too deep, but clearly enjoying the power. "Look at you... sucking the cock that owns you. So fucking perfect."

After several minutes, he pulled her off with a wet pop and flipped her onto all fours again.

"I need to be inside you."

He slammed into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Anya cried out in pleasure and pain, her walls stretching around his thickness.

Dmitri set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass as he railed her. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other tangled in her hair.

"You feel how deep I am? This pussy was made for my cock."

He fucked her hard and fast, then slow and deep, switching paces just to drive her crazy. When she came screaming his name, he followed right after, filling her with another thick load.

But he wasn’t satisfied.

He kept her in bed for hours. He ate her pussy until she squirted on his tongue. He made her ride him, watching her heavy tits bounce as she slid up and down his shaft. He fucked her against the wall, in the shower again, and even bent over the balcony railing overlooking his private estate.

By midday, Anya was a trembling, cum-covered mess.

Dmitri finally let her rest while he made a few calls. She could hear him speaking in low, dangerous Russian on the phone.

"...Yes, double the security around the mansion. No one gets near her. She’s mine now."

When he returned to the bed, he wasn’t alone. The doctors were back with new equipment.

"Time for another extraction," Dmitri said, though his eyes were soft with dark hunger. "But this time, I want to do it myself."

Anya’s eyes widened. "Wait"

He climbed between her legs and gently spread her thighs. Instead of a needle, he used a small, sterile lancet on the inside of her thigh, close to her pussy. As blood welled up, Dmitri lowered his head and licked it directly from her skin.

The taste hit him like lightning.

"Fuuuuck," he growled, his entire body shuddering. His cock hardened instantly, becoming almost painfully erect.

He drank from her slowly, mixing the blood with the taste of her dripping pussy. Then he fucked her again while the fresh blood coursed through his veins harder, wilder, more possessive than ever before.

Hours blurred together in a haze of sex, blood, and filthy pleasure.

Later that evening, as Anya lay exhausted in his arms, Dmitri traced lazy patterns on her skin.

"You’re changing everything, Anya," he admitted quietly. "I haven’t felt anything real in years. Now I can’t get enough of you. Your taste. Your scent. The way your cunt squeezes me when you cum."

Anya turned her head to look at him. "And what happens when you’ve taken all my blood?"

Dmitri’s silver eyes darkened with dangerous promise. He rolled on top of her again, pinning her beneath his powerful body.

"I’ll never let that happen. You’re going to stay right here, warm and wet and full of my cum every single day. I’ll protect you from the entire fucking world if I have to."

His phone rang on the nightstand. He glanced at the screen and his expression turned cold.

One of his rivals Viktor Kuznetsov.

Dmitri answered on speaker, still buried deep inside Anya.

"What do you want?"

"You bought the Blood Orchid," the man on the line snarled. "I want her. Name your price."

Dmitri smiled coldly and started thrusting slowly into Anya again, making her bite back a moan.

"She’s not for sale," he said, voice like ice. "And if you or any of your dogs come near my property, I’ll send your head back in a box. She belongs to The Thorn now."

He hung up and fucked her harder, as if marking his claim through pure pleasure.

"You hear that, baby?" he growled against her neck. "The whole city is going to learn soon enough. You’re mine."

Anya could only moan and cling to him as another orgasm tore through her.

Deep down, she knew this was only the beginning of her captivity... and her dangerous addiction to the man who now owned her body and blood.