Page 50 of Ruthless Reign

“I can’t,” I squeal.

It’s too much. How can I possibly show him more when I already feel so exposed?

But he doesn’t give me a choice. His hands land on each knee, and he gently but firmly pulls my legs apart.

I freeze, growling out my unhappiness.

“Uh-uh, milaya.”

I consider kicking him away, but when cool air brushes against my pussy, I suck in a sharp breath.

"Perfect," he breathes and swipes a finger through the center of my core. My body nearly arches off the bed, his touch igniting a rush of arousal.

He takes hold of me behind the knees and bends my legs until they’re pressed against my stomach. I thought this would be my version of torture, being exposed and vulnerable like this, but a bolt of lust crashes through me instead. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Look at you. Untouched, unsoiled. Sweet pink lips and those lily-white thighs. Do you know how hard you make me?” He runs a rough hand down the inside of my thigh, and I can hear him work to control his breath.

As he runs a finger through my soaked center again, I mewl and bite my lip, drunk on his touch.

“Christ, the filthy things I’m dying to do to you. This right here was worth killing a man for. Now, hold still.” He focuses on fastening my knees with restraints so that my legs are spread wide.

I attempt to wriggle out of his grasp, but once again, I discover I can't move more than a few inches. I swallow audibly. “Wh-what are you going to do to me?”

His voice, deep and seductive, drops an octave. “Anything I want, milaya.”

His fingertips drag down the inside of my thigh until they settle over my exposed pussy.

“Fuck,” he grits out in a low, deep voice.

His fingers dip into my pussy, making me shudder with pleasure. This is all new to me, and my body responds as if it's on fire.

“You're so wet. Is it just for me, or would you be this soaked for any man?”

“Just for you,” I murmur.

He makes a pleased noise. “You're so responsive, so primed for my touch. Knowing I'll be your first makes me so fucking hot.”

The bed dips, and my pulse flickers, my skin burning up. What’s he going to do?

His hands clamp over my thighs, and he takes a deep inhale between my legs.

“Roman, no.” I try to close my legs but can’t thanks to the bindings.

“Look at you, baby. This pussy is dripping with need.”

My breath catches, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. This need inside me is overwhelming and entirely new. It’s too much but also so damn delicious.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” He drops a kiss just above my slit and holds me down with one strong, calloused hand on my hip, ensuring I can't move.

A puff of warm air over my sensitive skin makes me shiver. This sensation is so raw and unfamiliar, heightened by my lack of sight. I nearly buck off the bed when his tongue finally reaches the area where I need him most.

Holy shit. He circles his tongue around my clit, sucking it into his mouth, before he slips one finger inside of me. With each slow, gentle stroke of his tongue from my entrance to my clit, my muscles clench.

This is … unreal. And all new to me.

I had no idea someone’s tongue and finger working in tandem could feel this damn good.

“Do you like that?” he murmurs.

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