Page 51 of Ruthless Reign

I don’t need to answer. We both know I absolutely love it.

He doesn’t stop. He licks me again and again. My lips part in pleasure, my breath coming in short pants.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, pulling against the bonds. The logical side of my brain is no longer functioning—need has taken over.

He wants me to feel, and more than that, he wants me to feel exactly how in control he is of my body.

I’m close, so damn close, and he knows it. But instead of taking me over the edge, like he did last night, he pulls away.

I gasp my protest. “Roman.”

“No coming just yet, pretty girl.” His voice is thick. “I’m not rushing a moment of tonight.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

ROMAN

The foolish girl doesn’t listen. When I walked in here earlier, I had no intention of actually fucking her. I just wanted to scare some sense into her—sense she’s clearly lacking. But once again, she managed to get the upper hand.

She offers her body to me in hopes that I won’t reveal her little secret. Auctioning her virginity.

She’s out of her mind if she thinks Anatoly won’t notice. He values her virginity like a rare gem.

A better man would have turned and walked away, but it turns out I’m not that man. Not after I’ve already had a taste of her and have been craving for more.

I shrug off my jacket and unbutton my shirt with frenzied energy, letting it fall to the floor. She can’t see my shirtless form, but the fewer clothes between us, the better.

The candles in the room bathe her body in light, flickering over her breasts with her each breath. I’m desperate to get my mouth on her, to graze every inch of her glistening skin with my tongue, teeth, and lips.

“Roman, it’s… I need more.”

I stretch her pussy open and dive in with my tongue, pushing as deep as I can go. Her soft whimper fills the air, and her squirming intensifies as her liquid heat fills my mouth.

“Do you know how hungry I am for you? No woman has ever made me this hard,” I tell her, grinding my aching cock into the mattress.

I nip at the sensitive bud, circling my tongue in a steady rhythm around her clit. Easing a finger back inside her soaking wet hole, I feel how needy she is. Her pussy clenches tightly around my finger. My little innocent wants me to make her come.

She looks so fucking hot like this. Need glistens between her spread thighs, and she’s ravenous for me—my tongue, my finger, and soon my cock—to take her over the edge.

I laugh quietly. “Half a million dollars, and you’re worth every penny,” I whisper against her folds.

Fuck, I would have easily spent more. She could have all my money for all I care because this is the most alive I’ve felt since… I can’t remember. Still, the idea that she was willing to sell herself to nearly anyone sets my blood on fire. I want to fucking know why.

Time to take her to the brink.

I do it slowly, driving my finger in and out of her before slipping in a second digit as I lap at her clit, using the stubble of my beard to heighten the pleasure between her legs.

She’s not the only one on a knife’s edge. I want to savor her every moan, her every whimper, and every drop of wetness smeared on my face.

But I also want answers.

“Tell me what you really need the money for,” I whisper against her inner thigh, my fingers gently working in and out of her.

Liza shakes and trembles. She’s so close I can taste it.

She thrashes her head, refusing me the answers I want.

I’m keyed up beyond belief, my cock leaking pre-cum into my pants because I don’t trust myself to free my dick, knowing my restraint is hanging on by a thread.

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