Page 76 of Tainted Empire

“We can,” I say, pushing him back and getting in between his legs. I then peer up at him and recognize the desire in those mismatched eyes as I get onto my knees. “Let me please you; let me make you forget for a while.”

He sighs when I pull down his black sweats and when take out his delicious cock, I start to stroke him slowly. A groan escapes from his lips as I continue to stroke, with him growing harder.

“I love being on my knees for you, mio re,” I whisper. “Do you like it when I worship you, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” he when I run my tongue over his wet tip, savoring his taste.

I draw him into my mouth slowly and he hisses through clenched teeth. Sucking gingerly, I find a rhythm I know he likes and pick up her pace while cupping and playing with his heavy balls.

He grips my hair and pistons his hips to fuck my mouth hard, while I moan with every thrust. It was utterly filthy but oddly intimate to be able to make a man like Mikhail collapse like this.

And I feel a sick shiver up my spine knowing I can bend him to my will, even if he could snap my neck with a twist of his wrist.

His grip on my hair tightens considerably and his breaths come in short spurts. I can tell the way his balls are drawn up that he’s ready to come down my throat and I moan loudly, knowing it will set him off.

“Fuck, Gabriette…” he moans out as he shudders and finds his release in her mouth. I swallow my treat with closed eyes and a smile, and when I peer up at him, I know I’m in trouble.

He may still be injured, but when he pulls me to my feet, spins me around and bends me over his desk, I know he’s still ten times as powerful as any man out there.

When he enters me, it’s not as soft as his kisses are, but roughly. He grabs my hips hard, slamming into me hard and claiming me with every thrust; the only sounds echoing the room right now are the slapping of skin and my moaning.

“This fucking pussy is heaven,” he groans as he starts fucking me faster, fisting the hair at the back of my head. I cry out and grip the edge of the desk, calling out his name.

He takes his hand from my hips and leans down on top of me. I am so close to a toe curling orgasm that everything else fades away… until he spins me around, slams into me and speaks.

“Malyshka…” he whispers in a voice laced thick with lust, moving his hand to my throat. “Scream for me, baby.”

The way he applies pressure on the side of my throat makes my eyesight blurry. I swear this man knows my body better than me because the way he orders goes straight to my core, and the build up leads to a climax.

Without thinking, I scream out my release and my legs grip his waist like a vice. But something feels different… My eyesight goes blurry and I feel like I’m losing consciousness.

“Come down, baby,” he whispers, slowly letting go of my throat while still thrusting inside of me. “I’ve got you.”

When I open my eyes, he has a smile on his face… then they roll back, and he leans against me, groaning into the nape of my neck and reaching his peak inside of me. I’m breathless by the time I realize he’s stopped thrusting, but he’s still on top of me, trying to catch his breath.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he says with a chuckle, then he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me up. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say as my heart swells three sizes. The look in his eyes makes my heart skip a beat and honestly I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. “Did I make you forget?”

He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “You did, indeed. Thank you, my queen,” he says before slipping out of me and pulling me onto his lap.

Well, mission accomplished.

Chapter 40

Mikhail

Something wakes me up in the dead of night – a loud bang that slices through the silence like a knife. Instinctively, I sit up, heart racing, and the immediate realization that Gabriette isn’t beside me sends a wave of fear crashing over me. Her side of the bed is cold; she hasn’t been here for a while.

I curse under my breath, my mind racing with possibilities. Reaching for the nightstand, I grab the Beretta I always keep there and tuck it into the band of my sweatpants.

After calling for back up to be silent, I push myself to my feet and reach for my cane, moving towards the walk-in closet and bathroom. I know I won’t find her there, but I have to check.

The tapping of my cane on the hardwood floor annoys the hell out of me – I can’t move quietly, and in a situation like this, silence is crucial.

Finding the closet and bathroom empty, as expected, I make my way to the stairs. The sight that greets me at the top of the staircase stops me cold – Viktor is sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood.

“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath, getting onto my haunches as I quickly check his pulse. Alive, but unconscious.

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