Page 69 of Heirs of Havoc

Two feet.

One.

Dom’s body slams into mine, his hand coming to my throat. He squeezes so hard I can feel the air leave my insides.

“Oh, Mia Mouse. It’s time to tame that mouth.” His smirk is the last thing I see before his lips crash into mine.

Dom’s tongue enters my mouth, vodka and tobacco swirling over my tongue. My body goes limp in his hold, like this is where I find my true freedom. My escape.

My back hits the pool table, the balls scattering to the side as he shoves my panties to my knees. The room spins as I spiral into space when his icy fingers land between my legs. My back arches against the table, his hand on my throat holding me down. “You like getting a reminder of who’s boss, don’t you, Mia Mouse?”

“Yes…” My words land against his lips and the room around me blurs.

“Damn.” Feliks’ voice shakes me back down to earth and I remember we’re not the only ones here.

I try to sit up, reaching for my panties, but Dom doesn’t let me, holding me in place. “What’s the matter? You wanna put on a show for my boys, but can’t handle the climax?” He chuckles, his tongue licking up my face. “Silly, Mia Mouse.”

“You don’t care that they see me?”

He moves his fingers from my centre before they grab at my shirt. Like an animal, he rips it open. “Do you?” Before I can answer, he dips his head, swirling his tongue around my hardened nipples, and then I see it. I see them. The way his best friends eye me like a world wonder, their attention all on me.

Feliks sucks his cigarette hard, Lev bites his lip, a smile on his face with that cute fucking dimple. When Vlad lets out a growl, it makes me push my hips into Dom, a devilish smirk on his face. “Didn’t think so.” He kisses lower and lower until his tongue lands between my folds and the guys watch every bit. I’m on display. A mannequin. A doll. While these guys can get anyone on this side of town, they chose me. I feel wanted. Desired. And every lick of Dom’s tongue, every suck of my clit, feels more intense with their eyes on me.

Dom climbs on the pool table, keeping my back against it. Coming to his knees, he unzips his pants before he crooks his finger. I know what he wants. “Show these guys how much you appreciate my hospitality.” I scoot towards him, but he reaches for my strands, pulling my hair to the side with a sting through my skull. I know what he’s doing. He’s showing his men he owns me. It’s all it takes to set me on fire. “Crawl.”

Sticking my ass out so his men get a good view, I move towards Dominik like a slinky cat. Feliks whistles as my ass sways from side to side. When I reach Dom, the tip of his staff greets me, a glisten at the tip. Swirling my tongue over his engorged mushroom head, I can hear a curse from Lev. Or was that Vlad? I’m not sure, but if they’re watching, I’m putting on a show. Just like Dom wants.

“Don’t tease yourself, Bunny, take that carrot,” Feliks’ voice comes from behind me and that’s the only bit of motivation I need to take Dom in my mouth. He thrusts himself in my throat until I gag. When he pulls out, drool hangs off his staff before he thrusts into my mouth again.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” Dom growls. “Can you guys hear how good she is?” Holding my head in place, he shoves his cock so far down my throat that I can’t breathe. He keeps it there, his shaft throbbing against my larynx. “Ah, ah, look who’s in charge.” Flicking my eyes up to his hooded greys, my vision blurs, a tear streaming down my face. “So fucking pretty,” he groans. “Such a good girl. But I’m not done with you.” He fucks my mouth until my drool dampens the table below us and when he pulls out, I gasp for air. “Stand up.” They all watch me as I climb off the table, wiping slobber off my mouth. “Turn around.” Dom twirls his finger before I face the table. My chest hits the wet velvet, Dom’s hand on the small of my back. “You ready, Mia?”

Woah. Dom and I’ve talked about it. But I’ve never… and he never …

So why now? In front of his friends?

Turning around to meet his eyes, they’re already on mine, hunger and lust in his hooded gaze. “Dom, I’ve never—”

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you’re ready.”

Tonight is the night I break free from my father, so it’s only natural that tonight is the night I become a woman. And while Dominik Reznikov might be the most ruthless man outside of my father, to me, he’s so much more.

“I’m ready.” He holds out a hand before a golden foil square lands in it. Lev winks, his eyes on my ass as he walks away. And I don’t miss the bulge in his jeans. I’m mesmerized by his gaze and the way he watches me. My eyes flick between his men and they all stare at me like a prize.

A gasp escapes me when Dom pushes inside me, distracting me from his men as my eyes pop open. My hands grip the edge of the table, his shaft pushing deeper. Dom starts with thrusts slow thrusts, pulling out then pushing in, but his grunts keep me going and I’m so wet it doesn’t take long before… fuck. He fits inside me like a bullet in a gun. He growls, “You feel so good, Mia Merlo.”

My eyes wander the room, Lev and Vlad’s ocean blues and Feliks’ gaze on my body makes me relax onto Dom’s staff. He’s only gentle until I give him a push. “Hang on, Mia.” He grips my hips and fills me so deep my nails scratch against the velvet table. His hips slam against my ass, his hand falling to one cheek, gripping it hard. “You’re mine, Mia,” Dom groans. “How does it feel to fuck the enemy? To fuck your rival? To fuck me?”

“So good,” I moan, my head falling to the table. So fucking good.

My walls stay tight around him. I can feel every throb. Every pulse. “Fucking a scum Merlo like you makes me feel like fucking heaven.”

“Don’t stop.” Is he hitting the g-spot? I don’t know, but everything blurs and my legs shake. And when I hear Feliks mutter a “Fuck.” I sink into the table, my ass poked out at Dom. My walls close in around him, and it feels exactly like he said. Heaven. I’m losing my v-card to Dominik Federov. The enemy. And hell, the devil never felt so good.

He leans over, his chest on my back. “Mia.” His soft words land in my ear, his cock still bringing my body to life. “You know I—”

BANG!

My head whips to the door, men piling into the room. It’s not Dom’s. It’s not my dad’s. This is very fucking different.

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