Page 14 of Ruby Menace

How?

How does he have such an effect on me?

I really don’t understand it. It’s beyond any sense or reason. I don’t understand how it is possible for my body to react to him this way. As soon as he touches me, it’s like I’m under an unbreakable spell. And no matter how my mind is fighting it, I’m left completely overpowered.

I will never set you free.

His words ring in my head as I stare up at him in a daze. And though my brain is screaming at me to resist him, every other part of my body continues to melt at his touch. This must be what insanity feels like. What other explanation is there? And why does it feel so right every time he touches me? This man just used me like some sort of container for his sperm, and I fucking loved every second of it.

What is wrong with you, Tiana?

I never thought I’d turn out like this after I lose my virginity. My mouth is filled with the sweet, salty tang of his cum, and when I lick my lips, it coats them too. And all I can think of is how good it feels to know that he’s pleased with me.

And that, for a while, I had complete control over him. As much as he might have been guiding my every move, he was mine as much as I was his.

My mouth curls up into a smile, and he traces his thumb over my bottom lip.

“So beautiful.” His voice is husky, and warmth floods me. For a moment, it feels like the world outside the room ceases to exist. All the lies and deceit seem far away and all that matters is this moment we’re sharing.

Don’t allow yourself to lose your mind again, Tee.

Remember, it’s all a lie.

It’s true. No matter how good it feels to be with him, I musn’t forget how messed up this is. Not to mention that there’s more at stake than just me. The little life growing inside me is much more important than how crazily my body responds to Kirill.

But for now, I allow myself to savor the moment.

Rearranging his pants, Kirill sinks to the floor in front of me until we’re eye-to-eye. He cups my face in his hands and brushes his lips over my forehead. “You please me, Ptichka.”

“Glad to hear.” I wink and my smile broadens. I still don’t understand why this makes me feel so damned happy, but it does. It’s beyond confusing. Just a few weeks ago, I would have done everything in my power to get out of this situation. Hell, barely an hour ago, I was about to turn him over to the FBI. And yet here I am, ready to lose myself in this man who makes my body sing for his touch.

You’re nuts, girl.

You belong in a nuthouse.

When Kirill’s lips trail from my forehead, over my eyelids, and down to my mouth, every inch of me feels like it’s tingling. By the time he parts my lips with his tongue, I’m breathless once more. And just like that, my body decides that I can’t control the way I respond to him.

So, I stop trying.

For now.

“I like the taste of my cum on your lips,” he says against my mouth. He deepens the kiss, my face still cradled in his rough palms with a gentleness that rattles me almost as much as the brutal way he thrust into my mouth earlier. This is an exploration of a different sort now. It feels like he’s sliding into my soul.

I whimper and twine my arms around his neck, pressing against him as I kiss him back with a desperation that seems to come out of nowhere. He sinks a knee onto the mattress and pushes me back until he’s hovering over me, our lips still locked. I cling to him, anxious to feel every bit of him against me. Warm, strong, lean, and muscular. I link a calf around his thigh, feeling the heavy muscles flex as he shifts to pull me further up the bed.

By the time he breaks the kiss, I’m stretched out beneath him, limbs entwined with his. He rests his forehead against mine, our lips millimeters apart.

“You are my most precious possession, little bird. You have nothing to be afraid of. Ever. Not from Zoya. Not from anyone.”

“Yes,” I whisper, gazing up at him like I’m hypnotized. Whatever happened in the last twenty-four hours, this thing that he does to me is what I can’t get enough of. The sense of being treasured. Being wanted… No one has ever made me feel so completely possessed. And as toxic and messed up as it is, as soon as it’s just the two of us in the room, all our problems, and the world outside ceases to exist. It’s just him and me, craving each other with a force that leaves me completely overpowered. And probably him too.

“Ti takaya krasivaya,” he murmurs, his eyes roving over my face in a way that makes me swallow hard. My resistance has completely crumbled, and I feel like I could bare my soul to him.

“Kirill…” I pull in a deep breath, but the words get stuck on the tip of my tongue. His mouth has closed over mine yet again, and I’m lost in the sensations. Lost in him.

I’m such a goner, it’s almost pathetic. But I can’t fucking think straight when he touches me like this. When his hand traces down the line of my neck, to my shoulder, and then to my chest, I’m shaking with the need for more. For all of it. His hand cupping my breast has my back bowing.

“Mmmmm,” I moan into his mouth as his thumb strokes over my nipple. I can feel that I’ve gone wet in an instant. Although, if I’m honest with myself, that already started when I had his cock in my mouth. And I can’t understand how that could be because nothing about it felt like it should bring me pleasure… and yet it did.

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