Page 49 of Ruthless Reign

Would it really be the worst thing to have sex with Roman? He’s hot and experienced. He’s already proven he knows how to get me off. And sleeping with him is the best way to make sure he doesn’t tell anyone else. That he keeps it our little secret. He has as much at stake as I do.

“Like you said.” I force a confidence I don’t feel. “Your money is as good as anyone else’s.”

His eyebrows pull together, and his mouth flattens into a hard line. “Is that the only reason?”

I shrug nonchalantly, even though nonchalant is the furthest thing from how I feel. “Let’s make a deal. You take my virginity—right here, tonight, like any other buyer would—and in the morning, we go home to Moscow and never speak of this again. No one can ever know,” I stress.

He hisses sharply, and the sound vibrates up my spine like electricity. “Anatoly is going to figure out you’re not a virgin on your wedding night, and there’s going to be hell to pay.”

“Let that be my problem. Your name will never come up either way,” I assure him.

“Fuck, Liza.” He breathes out harshly, his eyes darkening. “You’re forbidden fruit, and I can’t bring myself to fight against it.” He reaches out and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, tugging me against him.

His lips crash against mine, and all thought evaporates as he urges my mouth open. I allow him entry, and his tongue slips inside, electricity coursing through me with every hot stroke.

My body is on fire. I had no idea a kiss could be like this—soft but strong, demanding and passionate. His kiss ignites my hunger in a way I never thought possible. He coils his tongue with mine, cupping the back of my head with his huge hands. He tastes faintly of whisky and mistakes. It feels as if I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, the ground crumbling beneath me, but I can’t find it in me to care.

When we finally break apart, lust shines in his eyes. “Lie down on the bed.”

For a moment, I’m frozen in place. Am I really doing this?

“I said lie down.”

Lord, like anyone could say no to him. Not when he asks like that.

“Panties off. Blindfold on,” he instructs.

It takes me a moment to register what he’s asking. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, I think you heard me.” He tosses me a leather blindfold that was hanging on the wall alongside a bunch of other kinky instruments, like a flogger and handcuffs. I’m not even sure what the rest of them are.

When I don’t move fast enough, he takes over, lifting and cupping the back of my head to secure the blindfold for me.

A flush of perspiration settles over my skin. “W-why the blindfold?” I ask, my voice shaky.

He makes a rumbly noise in the back of his throat that I feel down to my toes. “I want you to feel everything. Every sensation that runs through this delectable body…” His rough fingertips graze my nipples, and my body goes rigid with need. “When I pleasure you with my fingers…”He drops a kiss between my breasts. “My tongue.” He sucks a nipple deep into his mouth and circles the peak with his talented tongue. “And when you’re ready, milaya … with this.” He grabs my hand and lays it over his straining cock still covered by his pants.

My lungs freeze. His every touch sparks a firestorm across my nerves. I’ve never felt desire like this, and it sends a rush of wet heat between my thighs.

I’m quivering with anticipation when he grabs both of my wrists in his huge hand. I don’t have time to ask him what’s happening—not that he’d tell me anyhow, with his insistence that I just feel.

The next thing I know, he binds my wrists firmly together then pulls them above my head. I’m too shocked to move for a few seconds, but when I finally try to lower my arms, I can’t. They’re affixed to something.

“Roman,” I warn, not sure if I like this loss of control.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” His hand brushes my cheek before I feel the warm, wet drag of his tongue as it glides from one breast to the other one, circling my hard nipple.

I moan loudly. I can’t help it. My body is lit up like a Christmas tree, responding to his every breath, his every touch, and even the slightest brush of his fingertips.

Sex has always been something to endure and never about my pleasure. But everything Roman is doing is about making me feel good, and it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

“Hold still.” He hooks a finger over the edge of my panties and pulls them down my legs.

Embarrassment coasts over my skin, and I squeeze my legs shut.

Roman releases an amused breath. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. Your pussy is mine for the night, remember? I want a good look at the treasure I just bought.”

Oh my God, he wants to look at me there.

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