Page 71 of Runaway Queen

I twisted around and changed position on his chest before I questioned if I could really handle my wicked idea.

Now I faced his feet and blushed as Nikolai whistled. My bare ass was right before his eyes.

“What a view, I could stare at it all day, but back up so I can eat you. Do it now while I’m asking nicely.”

“So bossy,” I grunted as I complied.

Moving my knees back, I yelped as Nikolai’s arms came around my thighs, and I lost my balance, and landed, pussy-first, on his face.

He slapped my ass, just as his tongue landed back on my clit.

Well, two could play that game. He was naked. His cock was drooling on his belly, right up his hard-packed abs. I leaned down and slid the head of his dick in my mouth, making him grunt. His hands landed on my ass, gripping big, juicy handfuls that he used to move me back and forth. His tongue licked me mercilessly. I groaned around his cock. Every time I slipped forward, his cock worked further down my throat, gagging me. He flexed his hips, pushing deeper inside, so I was powerless to move. I couldn’t free my mouth or my hips. I could only be devoured by him.

I came embarrassingly fast. It had to have been all the times he’d already made me come, while I was still asleep. When I reached the peak, my hips shamelessly humped his face, my pussy dripping into his mouth. My moans vibrated around his cock, and he got harder, right before he spilled in my mouth. He came in long spurts down my throat.

“Don’t waste a drop,” Nikolai commanded, snaking a hand down my body to hold the back of my head.

I struggled to swallow the musky load. He came for so long, I started to worry I might pass out on his cock.

“Fill your belly with my cum, before I fill your cunt.”

I pulled back, the twitching finished, as Nikolai lifted me effortlessly. He turned me in his arms and kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled, the mixed taste of both of our releases turning me on.

“Hmm, you taste and smell like me. I like that.”

“What happened last night?” I stared up at him. “Where have you been?”

“New York, didn’t Bran tell you?”

“I didn’t need a babysitter.”

“Clearly. If last night showed us anything, it was that there’s no babysitter but me who can handle you.”

“What happened to Edward?” I had to know. I watched Nikolai’s eyes.

There was no remorse there as he shrugged.

“He got what he deserved.”

“You killed him. Are the police going to look for him? What if you go back to jail?” It was one of my greatest fears.

“Don’t worry. I won’t. No one will find him, no one will miss him. In his line of work, there’s a high mortality rate. Don’t worry.”

“His line of work? I thought he was a businessman?”

“Let’s just say, his hands weren’t as clean as he liked people to think. Don’t waste another minute thinking about him. He’s fish food.”

It should have scared me, the way he casually dismissed the fact that he’d killed someone last night. It didn’t. I’d grown up in the same world Nikolai had. Nothing shocked me. In fact, I was glad. There was the dark, brutal truth.

“Get dressed. We need to get going now, or I’ll keep you here all day.”

I leaned up on my elbow, admiring Nikolai’s body as he stood and stretched. I reached out and grabbed his hand. A new tattoo sat across the back. It was eye-catching. The Cyrillic script was foreign to me. I touched it gently. It was still healing.

“What does it say?”

“It says, thepalach.”

“What does it mean?”

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