My whole body is trembling with adrenaline and anger. I almost died tonight. I killed someone. My entire life has been destroyed.
“Take what you want, Mara,” he breathes, his icy gaze fixed on mine. “Just like I have.”
I grab his shirt in both fists and pull him down to me, crushing my mouth against his.
The kiss is fierce and desperate. There’s nothing gentle about it. I'm not kissing him because I forgive him or because I accept what he's done. I’m kissing him because I want him, I’ve wanted him since Boston, and I can’t… I can’t stop myself.
It’s like I’m not in control.
And I don’t think he is, either. Not really.
That’s why, I think as he responds instantly, his hand sliding up into my hair and gripping the back of my skull as his tongue slides along the seam of my lips. This man, this powerful, wealthy, dangerous man, has lost control of himself because ofme. He’s doing insane, wild, reckless things to haveme.
It’s better than any drug. Better than any high. It makes me feel, like I accused him of being, insane.
His kiss is all-consuming. His fingers press into my skull as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I accept it, tangling mine with his as I arch against him. He’s already hard… so fucking hard… and I press my hips into his, earning a groan fromlow in his throat as his hand slides down my waist, pressing roughly against my ribs.
He’s not gentle. There’s nothing gentle about his touch at all, and it’s exactly what I need. I lean into the brutality of it, nipping sharply at his lower lip, and he sucks in a breath, pulling back just enough to let me see the gleam of his icy eyes.
“Does my littlekotenokhave teeth?” he growls, and I grin at him, feeling feral. I lean in, biting his lip harder this time, and I taste copper.
“Filthydevochka,” he breathes. “Is that the kind of girl you are,kotenok? A dirty girl, for me?”
I lean in, licking the drop of blood away from his lower lip. “Didn’t you bring me here to find out?”
His eyes flash, darkening, pupils blown wide as he turns me and backs me up, his mouth hard on mine again. His hand is knotted in my hair, his grip punishing, and his other hand squeezes my hip as he walks me backward until my legs hit the side of the sofa. His hips rock into mine, letting me feel the long, hard length of him grinding against my thigh. And then, without a word, he spins me around and pushes me down over the arm of the sofa with one hand on the middle of my back.
I let out a yelp of surprise, but before I can draw in a breath to speak, he slides his leg smoothly between mine, pushing them apart. His hand in my hair pushes my head down, my cheek meeting the cool, buttery-soft leather of the couch as he bends me fully over the side of it, his hand on my back moving to grip the waist of my leggings and yank them down.
“Fuck.” He pulls the leggings down to my knees, his hand cupping between my thighs. It’s broad and firm, the heat of his palm sinking through the silk, and Ilya groans behind me. “So wet,kotenok. You’ve soaked through your panties already. You were wet before you even came downstairs, weren’t you?”
I moan at the pressure of his hand, and he chuckles, pressing his fingers firmly against my folds and rubbing back and forth—just enough pressure on my clit to make me squirm, but not enough to give me any real pleasure yet. “You got wet seeing these pretty things that I bought for you. You imagined what I did afterward,da? You pictured me in that bed, my hand around my cock, imagining you dressed in silk and lace for me.”
His fingers press harder, pushing the silk between my soaked folds and against my throbbing clit. “Good girl. You got your present, now I get my reward.”
Reward. I tense, expecting to immediately feel the broad, thick head of his cock between my legs, but to my shock, he drops to his knees behind me, letting go of my hair.
“Be a good girl, and keep your cheek to the couch,” he murmurs. “If you try to get up, I’ll stop,kotenok. And I know how badly you must want to come right now.”
I want to argue, to tell him I don’t want that at all, but the words won’t come. I feel like I can barely breathe as he pushes my thighs as far apart as they’ll go with the restriction of my leggings half on, his palms warm against my skin as he slides one hand up and pulls the panties to one side.
“Before long, I’ll have you naked,kotenok,” he murmurs. “But I want to see you come dressed in these pretty things I bought for you, first.”
His fingers hook around the edge of the panties, pulling them to one side. And a moment later, I feel his warm breath against my folds… and then his tongue.
Pleasure spears through me as he slips his tongue against me, holding my panties aside as he licks all the way up to my clit, pushing against the swollen flesh with the tip of his tongue. It’s hot and wet and so fucking perfect, and I cry out, gripping the side of the couch as I arch back against his mouth before I can stop myself.
Ilya lets out a groan of approval, pulling back just enough to stiffen his tongue and push it inside of me. I cry out, startled, a ragged moan following as he starts to fuck me shallowly with his tongue, his other hand coming up to rub at my clit.
It’s so fucking good. I’ve never had a man eat me out like this before. I feel dizzy with pleasure, overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy of what he’s doing to me. His tongue slides in and out of me in firm, relentless strokes, his fingers rolling over my clit, and I realize he’s not going to stop until I come. This isn’t just to get me wet enough to get his cock in; I was already soaked before he even pulled my leggings down. This is him getting off on my pleasure, wanting to make me orgasm for him.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
I’m on the edge… so fucking close. His tongue pushes in all the way, his lips sucking at my folds as his fingers work my clit, and my back arches, my face still pressed to the couch as I claw at the leather, the sparks of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had igniting.
It burns through me, an almost vicious pleasure that has my legs splayed wide, my ass arched against his face, riding his tongue shamelessly like it’s his cock, screaming my pleasure against the leather of his couch. I buck and writhe, pulse after pulse of my climax shattering through me, and just when I think it’s over, he pulls his tongue out of me, slides it over my clit, and starts to lick again as he pushes three long, thick fingers into my pussy.
A second orgasm hits violently on the heels of the first, and my moans turn to something nearing a scream, my toes curling against the floor as he finger-fucks me through a second climax. His fingers curl inside of me, hooking me on his hand as he licks my clit and sucks at my folds, and by the time the orgasm starts to ebb, I feel as if my muscles have gone limp, my brain a fog, my throat hoarse.
