“Open,” I repeated, my voice softer, but no less demanding.
Her resistance crumbled. Slowly, reluctantly, her lips parted for me.
“Good girl.” The words were a dark, possessive purr.
My gaze held hers as I reached down. My fingers found the clasp of my trousers, the release of it a promise of what was to come.
She moaned softly and the sound made my cock throb in response.
I popped it open.
Her eyes widened.
Slowly, I lowered the zipper. I could feel the heat of her gaze, the intensity of her focus, as she watched, mesmerized, as I freed myself from the confines of my clothing.
I reached inside, my fingers closing around the hard, heavy length of my cock. I maneuvered it out, and she gasped, making my dick throb in my hand.
I brought the head of my cock to her lips. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. She just stared, her eyes wide, a mixture of fear, awe, and a hunger that was so raw, so potent, it was almost a tangible thing in the room.
I traced the seam of her lips with the tip of my cock.
“Taste me,” I commandedroughly.
Her tongue darted out, a tentative, hesitant touch. It was a soft, wet caress that sent a jolt of pure fire straightdown my shaft and up my spine. I felt it in my toes, a tingling, electric shock that made my entire body tense.
“Again,” I demanded.
Her tongue flicked out again, this time with more confidence.
What a good fucking girl.
CHAPTER 11
Dubai, two weeks ago…
Katya
He had the biggest dick I’d ever seen.
I thought of Viktor inside of me, and he was large, but this? Mikhail was built in a way that made me nervous. He was big in a way that made my throat tighten and my inner muscles clench in a strange mix of fear and an undeniably treacherous thrill.
“It’s time,” he growled, “to show you what that sassy mouth of yours is for.”
A flicker of defiance sparked in me, the last vestiges of my pride trying to rally, and I let it spring to life.
“I—” I started to protest.
He didn’t wait for me to finish. He didn’t give me the chance.
With a deep rumbling groan, he pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching my lips, sliding over my tongue, and pressing against the back of my throat.
I gaggedinstinctively, a violent, convulsive spasm that tried to expel themassiveforeign objectshoved inside my mouth.
He didn’t pull back. He didn’t let me breathe.
He just held himself there, a heavy, unyielding presence in my mouth, his hand coming up to frame my face, his thumb stroking my cheek in a gesture that was both strangely gentle and utterly possessive.
“Easy,malyshka,” he murmured. “Breathe through your nose. You can take it.”
