“Please...please—” The words rip out of me on a broken gasp.
The chain around my neck tightens. His fingers pound harder. A dark, untamed grunt vibrates from his chest as he grabs my hips and lifts me like I weigh nothing, positioning me over his face.
Before I can blink, he’s devouring me. Tongue greedy. Mouth unrelenting. Forcing me to ride it, to break apart all over again.
“Oh God!”
I’ve never felt this much. Never wanted this much. Every nerve is lit. Every inch of my skin flayed open.
My head spins. My heart slams against my ribs. My body shakes with the kind of desperate pleasure I didn’t know was possible.
His grip on my hips tightens, grounding me while he sucks me and fucks me with that sinful mouth, consuming me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. He yanks the chain, pulling at my throat as his tongue fills my hole, stealing every moan, every scream, every wreck of my soul. It’s his now.
When the release hits, it’s violent. Shattering. My whole body trembles as I break open, pleasure crashing down in waves so intense, I nearly black out.
I’m dripping over his mouth, shaking uncontrollably, and he keeps going. Sucking my clit harder, lapping up everything I give him like he’s starving for it. For me.
My thighs twitch, hips jerking against him, and still he holds me there tight in his grip, fixed to the wicked, greedy heat of his mouth.
By the time the quakes in my body finally begin to ease, I can barely pull in a full breath. He lowers me just enough to tear the mask from my face, then his own, and the second our eyes meet, something inside me detonates. His gaze is molten, trained on me with an intensity that steals whatever air I have left.
He drags me down slowly, like he wants me to feel every inch of the descent, and then his mouth closes over mine, urgent and insatiable. A kiss that swallows the last of my strength and makes me cling to him like he’s the only solid thing left in the world.
His fingers sink into my hair, keeping me pressed to him, to whatever this is that neither of us can stop. He kisses me like a man who’s just found heaven and intends to claim every inchof it. The taste of my own arousal on his lips lights up a fierce, hungry need inside me, strong enough that I drag him closer.
This is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, and somehow…it’s the hottest.
Because it’s with him. Aleksei Marinov. My sworn enemy. The man who fills my every dark fantasy.
And now he’s here, pressed against me. Hard. Massive. His thick erection grinds against me, stoking my desire that doesn’t burn out, only builds.
I need to come again. Need to feel him. Not just inside me. I need him in my mouth, his taste sliding down my throat. I want the power, the control.
What would he sound like? Act like?
As if he hears the thoughts, he pivots back, one hand locking around my jaw, the other going to his belt.
“On your knees, Ms. Prosecutor,” he growls. “You know how to use that mouth in court. Let’s see how it does wrapped around my cock instead.”
The words hit like lightning—sharp, electric, wild.
No. Don’t do it. This is wrong.He’swrong.
Remember everything you stand for. Your principles. Your morals. Your fucking job.
But before I can think better of it…I drop. Knees to the floor. Submission like a drug in my veins. He smirks, slow and lethal.
And somehow, that arrogance doesn’t enrage me like it should.
It thrills me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ALEKSEI
She popsthe button of my pants and drags the zipper down, and all I can think about is that mouth. I want her on me, lips wrapped around my cock, giving me the kind of pleasure that wipes out every thought in my head.
She’s becoming an addiction.
