Page 111 of Nemesis

I take him in deeper, sputtering when I realize I’ve blocked my airway before remembering to take a breath.

“Easy,” he whispers, brushing a hand over my cheek. “Breathe through your nose, baby.”

I follow instructions as he tilts my head back to a better angle. This time, I’m able to take several more inches into my throat. I suck hard, thrilled by the round of thick Russian curses that rip into the air. His dick actually twitches between my lips, causing such an intense wave of pride to flow through my chest.

He releases a low moan, and I’m shocked by how obsessed I am with the sound. Then he thrusts deeper into my throat, bottoming out before pulling all the way out.

“You’re doing so good for me, zlaya,” he pants. “Do you want a break?”

I shake my head immediately, pulling him closer to take one of his balls into my mouth. I swear, this time his legs start to shake. I lick and kiss everything I can reach before popping his tip back into my mouth and pulling his hips into me.

“God, you’re gonna kill me,” he gasps, thrusting so deep he hits the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose as his thrusts speed up until they turn jumpy and uneven. “I need to pull back,” he says desperately. “I’m gonna come.”

I don’t let him pull away, though, instead gripping his legs and holding him so close that I can’t breathe. My throat closes around him as his salty release explodes inside me. I’ve barely managed to swallow it all when I’m being pulled back up his body for a desperate kiss.

“Good morning,” I whisper softly against his lips.

He huffs a laugh, then presses a kiss to the corner of my eye. “I must not have tired you out thoroughly enough last night, hm?” Another kiss against my throat.

“It’s not fair.” I pout beneath his barrage of kisses. “I have an addictive personality, and you introduced me to a new drug.”

The world twists as my back rolls onto the mattress, our positions reversed.

“Good thing I’m such an attentive dealer,” he says with a smile, running his tongue down the valley of my breasts.

I’m already wet and squirming by the time he reaches my clit, swirling around the nub before sucking it into his mouth. My back arches on the spot, stars flickering into my vision. My thighs clamp shut on either side of his head, but his palms grip my inner thighs, pressing them back open.

“I need more access, baby,” he chides against my pussy with a hot puff of air. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

The filthy words undo me.

His tongue punctuates the words by plunging into my heat. My eyes snap shut in bliss. His attention turns leisurely, thrusting his tongue into me over and over while his thumb circles my clit. The tension coils tighter. I know I’m moaning, but I can’t seem to hear the sound as the feeling intensifies to an unbearable depth.

When I finally hit that peak, even his hands can’t stop my thighs from pressing back into his skull. The orgasm hits in waves of bliss, leaving me gasping to catch my breath.

When I tug him back up, nothing prepares me for the intensity sprawled across his face. He pulls me up into his arms, holding me like something precious he couldn’t bear to release.

“I have a present for you.”

“Oh?” I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. “For me?”

He reaches into the drawer of the bedside table. When he straightens, there’s something shiny in his hand. I like shiny.

His fingers unfurl, revealing a…hairpin? Except it’s far too long and sharp to be something so simple. The gold length is fashioned like a miniature blade, and there’s a chain fastened to one end with dangling charms.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, plucking it between my fingers and twisting it.

“You like it?”

I nod. “For my hair?”

“I know you’ve been practicing blades with Kirill. I figured you’d prefer to keep yours in a more functional place, and I know how you like your pretty, deadly things.”

My hand clasps the dagger pin while I stare into his tentative gaze. Such a thoughtful gift. My first gift, I realize with glee. I’ve never received a present before.

I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face in the crook. He only holds me tighter.

A string of doubt winds around my heart, as it always does when I’ve found short bursts of pure happiness in my life. A beautiful woman coming into the foster house and promising to adopt me. Buying my first pair of pointe shoes with my scholarship money. Flirting with one of the company’s most talented men during rehearsal.