push his hand away, but the heat of the caress overwhelmed me, tugging at the twine around my heart. “Stop crying,” he demanded softly. “No.” His hand dropped from my face. “Keep crying then. Don’t stop until I Say so.” The tears suddenly stung like bleach, and I tried to blink them from my eyes. He made a dry, disbelieving sound in his throat, and I realized I was too distraught to gather he was using reverse psychology on me. Apparently, he’d learned I would do the opposite of whatever he commanded. It went silent for a second before he spoke. “I can’t fuck you like that, kotyonok.” I didn’t want to talk to him right now, but I was also too curious to let the brewing question go. “Like what?” “How you need it.” I pulled my lip between my teeth, the uncertainty and feelings inside going up and down like a yo-yo. The confusion became too much. The moment was just too much. Finally, I met his gaze. “Can I go now?” He held my stare for a beat, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Nyet.” I sighed in frustration. “What else do you need from me tonight? I don’t care if you send me five peach emojis, I’m not giving you my anal virginity too.” “Fuck,” he chuckled roughly. “Stop talking about being a virgin.” “Why? Does it make you feel guilty?” “Tt makes me want to be the first to take your ass too.” Ignoring the heat rising up my neck, I raised a brow. “What’s the point when you’d take it for two seconds?” His gaze hardened, then a ragged exhale escaped me when he grabbed my thighs and yanked my ass to the edge of the couch. I had to brace my hands behind me to maintain any sort of dignified pose. “Don’t spread your legs, kotyonok.” I glared at him, unwilling to let the trick work this time. Ripped fabric parted, revealing the curves of my breasts, my nipples hardening in the cool