Page 99 of Black Ledger

No.

He laughed at my obvious refusal, and his fingers stilled for a moment. I whimpered again before groaning. Then his thumb climbed farther up the inside of my leg, tracing along my inner thigh and up to the base of my pussy, but he still refused to touch any of my folds. Instead, his finger traced along the crease of my thighs.

He did this over and over again until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please. Please, Severin.”

“Please, what?” he asked, his breath caressing my pussy lips.

“Ah.” My eyes closed, not knowing what to say. “Please, touch me… I don’t know…” And because I had no idea what to say, I simply clutched his hand and placed it where I wanted it. “Here.”

“Oh, here?” His eyes lit up with mirth as he ran a finger from my clit to my entrance.

“Ah. Oh… fuck.” My body fell back onto my elbows. “Yes, there.”

“All you had to do was ask.” He hooked my legs over his shoulders and pulled me farther off the bed. “But I think I’ll use my tongue instead.” His fingers dug into my ass as his tongue flicked against my clit before traveling down and licking me from my entrance and back up.

He feasted on my pussy, and it wasn’t soft. It was all-consuming, his tongue fucking me in and out of my core until I thought I might faint.

My head hit his mattress, and I could no longer hold myself up on my elbows, and my moans fell from my lips. Pressure built in my core until it ruptured, and I shook with the best orgasm I had ever felt in my entire life.

My bones melted into my body, and I no longer existed, but Severin didn’t stop there. He kept going, his tongue fucking me until I saw stars—like actual fucking stars.

He bit my inner thighs, stroked my clit, and inserted two fingers into my pussy as I screamed without any care for who could hear me—or the fact that my brother’s room was right next door. I didn’t fucking care.

I fell apart again and again until I passed out completely.

I had no idea how long I was unconscious, but I woke up to a cold sensation on my neck and his lips on mine.

What was happening?

I blinked a couple of times, and he pulled away to look me in the eyes. He held a cold washcloth to my neck to gently wake me up. “I figured you might be able to relax more and get out of your head if I exhausted you first,” he whispered against my lips before pressing them once more to mine.

My breath hitched and got stuck at the back of my throat. And I froze for a tiny second, surprised once more, before I gave in and just let the sensations carry through me.

Severin was right: by exhausting me, he got me out of my head. I was able to feel the way he slanted his lips over mine right before his tongue slid into my mouth and tangled with mine.

And I was lost. To him. To the moment. To passion.

I became completely undone, and I allowed myself to kiss him back.

My fingers curled into his shirt, and I pulled him closer, needing to feel more of him—simply needing more. I was clumsy at first, having no idea how to do any of it, but I learned quickly. He was a great teacher.

I followed his lead, mimicking the pressure and angle of his body and the way he took and took and took until my lungs burned and my heart ached.

His hand slid into my hair, and he roped it twice around his fist before tightening and pulling me closer, leaving me captive and unable to escape his grip.

A soft sound slipped from my throat.

I apparently liked him rough. I think I liked it far, far too much for my own good.

“Moy Oduvanchik,” he murmured against my lips.

Mine.

The words didn’t feel soft anymore. They felt like a brand, like ownership. It felt like I might never have a choice ever again when it came to him.

And it was then, in that moment, I knew Severin Volkov would be the death of me. He would end me, and I would never survive it.

Chapter Thirty-Eight