Page 83 of Bought By Sin

“Oh, fuck…” He woke up, lowering his hands to my head. Without opening his eyes, he groaned and thrust up into my mouth.

It wasn’t too much. He was large and stretching my mouth, but the pressure of him bucking up into me turned me on.

I was doing this to him.

I was pleasuring him.

And I loved the power of it.

“Fuck, Mila. You’re… fuck…” Now he opened his eyes, watching me with that sleepy, hooded gaze of pure heat.

Keeping my stare locked on his, I continued to learn my way through this, never having done it before. Thank God, I’d never been used like that kind of a slave. That initial lie that I was diseased had been my saving grace all those years. I wanted to feel like it had “preserved” me until I could find Lev. To “save” myself for him to have.

He lay there and watched me suck him off. No matter how much I strained to take all of him, breathing through my nose and my eyes watering at the girth I took, I didn’t quit or falter.

“That’s it. Finish it, Mila.”

“Fuck me.”

“Just like that.”

“You’re going to swallow every drop.”

“I want you to take every fucking drop, Mila. You’re going to swallow down my cum right now.”

I flinched at the ropes of his hot, salty cum. He gripped my hair, holding me in place as he forced me to keep my lips sealed around his dick. And I did. I took it all. Eyes watering, mouth aching, and nose flaring as I breathed, I swallowed it all down.

I didn’t have a chance to bask in the glory of doing this. Because as soon as his dick finished jerking inside me, he pulled out and yanked me up the bed.

“My turn.” He slapped my ass as I straddled him, and I was slow to understand.

“Get on your knees. Now.”

I furrowed my brow, aching and disoriented with this stubborn urge to pleasure myself. It had turned me on that much to suck him off as a wake-up call.

“On your knees, Mila.”

When I moved to get off him and kneel on the bed, or maybe on the floor if that was what he meant, he maneuvered me higher as he slid down on the mattress.

“On your knees,” he ordered, repeating it with his hands on my legs as he urged me to crawl up.

I slanted over, off balance, and caught myself with my hands on the headboard.

“Keep your hands there,” he instructed, “and fuck my face.”

Oh, my…

I squeaked in alarm as he shifted me in place. He wanted me to kneel up here, straddling his head. As soon as I was close enough, he grabbed my ass and pushed my pussy to his mouth.

And that was how I had another lesson of how he could “care” for me. Licking and eating at me until my legs trembled from the thrill of fucking his tongue.

Much later, after we’d gone down to get breakfast together—the closest thing to domesticity that I’ve ever had in my life—we went to Adrik’s house and met with the usual group. Lev and Alexei, Adrik and the other three brothers. Elena and Carina were there as well.

Surrounded by them, I embraced an extension of that. They all cared that I was recovering well. Elena and Carina asked how I was doing, and the way that they’d expressed themselves didn’t hint at anything that would’ve raised my hackles.

They didn’t ask for the means of fishing for intel. That wasn’t necessary because with the recording that I’d done when I spied at that compound, I was an open book.

They didn’t ask with any false or fake pretense of concern. I saw in their facial expressions how they truly gave a damn.