Page 73 of Ruthless Reign

“No. I won’t risk your life.”

This is crazy. We’re being shot at and chased by God knows who. Still, I don’t think he’d take kindly to me defying him at this moment.

The sounds of the chase, the gunshots, and the shattering glass are terrifying. My heart is in my throat, and I’m praying like mad that this isn’t how we die.

As horrible as this is, taking a quick glance at Roman single-handedly fighting off our attackers steals my breath. The man has skills, that’s for sure.

With a sharp turn, he whips the car into a wild swerve. There’s a final roar of the engine, a loud crash, and then … nothing. The car stops, and the world goes quiet.

Cautiously, I raise my head, my eyes adjusting to the dim light inside the vehicle. Roman sits still, both hands on the steering wheel even though the car is no longer moving, his breaths coming in sharp, heavy pants.

What in God’s name just happened?

Beyond him, outside the window, I see the vehicle that was chasing us. Its front is crumpled against a lamp post, steam billowing from the shattered engine. I can make out silhouettes of bodies slumped forward in their seats, blood sprayed all over the windows.

Roman grimaces, and his right hand—the one that so expertly drove the car just moments ago—now cradles his left shoulder. When he pulls his hand away, it’s coated in red.

“Oh my God, you’re hurt!” Horror rushes through me as the reality of the situation sinks in.

“Just a scratch,” Roman insists, though I’m not entirely sure that’s true. “It’s just a shard of glass that cut me.” His attention laser-focuses on me. “Tell me you're okay,” he demands, his hands reaching out to pat me down for any signs of injury.

“I’m not hurt—you are!” Before I can stop myself, I’m unbuckling my seatbelt and crawling over the console to settle into his lap, seeking the reassurance of his warmth and touch.

“We almost died,” I whimper, throwing my arms around his body, careful to avoid his injured shoulder as I nuzzle into his neck.

He groans, and I don’t think it’s because of his injury; the blood in his body seems to have settled somewhere much, much lower. Wow. There’s no question how he responds to my touch. Objectively speaking, it’s a bad time to get it on, but tell that to my suddenly needy pussy.

“Roman,” I say thickly, hiking my dress up around my hips. “That was hot.”

He chokes out a laugh, which morphs into a strangled curse as I grind against his straining dick. But it’s true. It was terrifying in the moment, but now that we’re here, alive while they’re dead, and Roman kicked ass and kept me safe…

Do I have a danger kink?

No one is around—the streets appear deserted this time of night—and despite the orgasm I had an hour ago, a new kind of hunger rises in me. One that will only be sated with Roman deep inside of me.

My virginity was always his—regardless of the auction, there’s no one else I’d want to be my first.

Straddling him, I pull down the front of my dress to free my breasts because I need to feel more of him touching me. He gets the message, leaning in and sucking my right nipple into his warm mouth.

Holy fucking hell. I’ve already come once tonight, but the dual sensation of grinding my core against his hardness and his tongue roving over my sensitive flesh feels like heaven. I bite my lip and throw my head back, as he licks and sucks the peak before moving on to the other tit.

“You’re so fucking perfect. Have I told you that, milaya?”

I moan, arching into him, and bury my hand in his hair as he flicks my left nipple with his tongue, again and again until I can’t think straight.

“You need to fuck me now,” I demand. I’ve wondered how he’d feel inside of me ever since London, and I suddenly can’t wait another minute to find out.

I rock against him, frantic for more, but when I reach down to undo his belt buckle, he stops me with his hand over mine. With a final scrape of his teeth over my nipple, he leans back and closes his eyes for a moment to regain control.

“You have no idea how much I want to be inside you, but we have to get out of here. They might have backup on the way.”

My face falls in disappointment, which only makes him laugh.

He brings his hands up and palms my breasts, making me shiver. "It's just a temporary delay. I'm taking you back to my penthouse and fucking you silly.”

His words slowly bring me back to reality.

“Wait. I can’t go home with you.”

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