Page 125 of Ruthless Reign

I turn to Nikolai. “What’s next for you?”

He scratches his chin. “I have a bratva to take back. Sergey brought in his own men while I was in jail—the guys who ran the trafficking with him. Even though they all pledged allegiance to me, I don’t believe it. I’ll weed out each and every motherfucker who kept Sergey’s secret, and then I need to rebuild from the ground up.” He takes a slow, thoughtful sip of whisky. “I hope I have the Belov Syndicate’s support to take over St. Petersburg.”

I tap my fingers on the tray in front of me. “You'll have to meet with Maxim and get his approval, but you've proved yourself to be an asset. If you play by our rules, there's no reason you shouldn't have our support.”

I’m curious about Nikolai’s time in jail and Zhukov Bratva’s history. Especially because they were relatively quiet until Anatoly partnered with Sergey. But fuck, that conversation can wait.

I thread my hands behind my head and stare out the window. My to-do list is endless—there are a million fucking things to deal with for the syndicate when we’re back in Russia, and I won’t miss a beat.

But there’s only one priority: marrying Liza as soon as possible. She’s broken down my walls, filled my soul, and thawed my frozen heart.

There’s nothing more to say. I’m claiming her as mine forever.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

LIZA

I wake up to pure bliss.

When I open my eyes, I’m treated to the best view ever. My legs are thrown over Roman’s powerful shoulders as he goes to town between my spread thighs. I cry out, and grab a handful of his locks as he swirls his tongue over my clit before sucking it deep into his mouth. It’s pure ecstasy.

And then a whole new sensation takes me by surprise.

His tongue dips lower, much lower. Wetness coats the crevice of my ass.

A surprised gasp escapes from my lips. “What are you doing?”

His answer is a low murmur. “Making you feel good.”

I clench my cheeks together, feeling self-conscious as he explores this forbidden place for the first time.

“You were making me feel good,” I squeak, but I can’t deny that his tongue running over my back entrance also feels pretty damn good.

“Patience. I’m just getting you ready.”

“Getting me ready for— Oh.”

One of his fingers traces over the spot where his tongue just was. Then I feel a gentle pressure at my opening as a finger slides in. He holds it there, keeping it shallow.

Okay, wow. That feels much more pleasurable than I thought it would.

A shiver blasts up my spine as his tongue circles my clit and he continues to do what he does best.

This is unchartered territory for me, but Roman seems confident that he can make me feel good.

“Relax, milaya.” He drops a slow, sexy kiss on my clit, in the same way he would kiss my mouth, just as he plunges his finger forward, both sensations working in tandem to heighten my pleasure.

I let out a long, low moan as I clutch at the sheets underneath me. He doesn’t let up as his tongue continues to dance over my bud, and he twists his finger inside of me. Sparks of pleasure grow in my core despite the foreign sensation.

"You're loving this," he whispers huskily. “You’ve never been this wet for me before.”

Is that true? I don’t know because I’m beyond thought. Unintelligible words spill from my mouth.

When he sucks my clit between his lips, I arch my back and writhe like a woman possessed, unable to hold back the wild noises that break free from my throat. My pussy clenches, and waves of pleasure build into an intense orgasm that takes me by surprise. I'm not sure I've ever climaxed this hard, and it takes me a few minutes to come back down to earth.

Roman continues gently lapping at me until my breathing has steadied, and I let out a giant sigh. When he slowly pulls his finger out of my ass, I shudder.

He releases a deep chuckle. “You seemed to enjoy that.”

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