Page 52 of Ruthless Reign

“Come on, milaya.” My breath coasts over cunt. “You can tell me.”

She moans, biting her bottom lip when I give her one more taste of pleasure by slipping my tongue inside of her. Her nipples pebble in response to my touch.

“Fine. I-I like to shop. I need the money for clothes and stuff.”

Such a pretty little liar. She’ll pay for that.

I run the length of my nose along her slit as I breathe her in one last time. Then I withdraw from her completely, hands and mouth. I even step off the bed, leaving her cold.

“Roman?” she mewls.

So needy.

“I know, baby. I know.” I wipe the mist of sweat from her brow, comforting her with my touch. If she only knew how much this was costing me as well. “All you have to do is be honest with me. I deserve the truth, don’t I?”

Her lip quivers, perspiration coating her upper lip. Her body is protesting the loss of my touch, but her mind is holding firm—I can tell by the stubborn set of her jaw and the way she’s lying rigid.

I know a hundred different ways to make a captive talk, but they all include methods I wouldn’t dream of applying to Liza.

I’ll never hurt her—for that matter, neither will anyone else—but I will toy with her, make her so crazy and delirious with pleasure that she won’t be able to hold back from telling me everything.

She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to make her feel more than she ever thought possible.

LIZA

“Roman, please,” I beg, teetering on the edge.

I desperately need his mouth and fingers to return to where they were before he started with all his stupid questions. Despite my need, I won’t spill a word. Roman might desire me, but at the end of the day, his loyalties lie with Anatoly—the man he’s in business with. Not me.

His fingertips brush my right breast, sparking a cascade of unfamiliar, thrilling sensations. “You want me to believe that you were auctioning your innocence for spending money? Please.” His voice rumbles beside my ear, the deep rasp doing nothing to cool the need firing through me.

When his tongue encircles my nipple and draws it into the warmth of his mouth, a shock of pleasure so intense it feels foreign crashes through me. Is it supposed to feel like this?

“Just tell me what I want to know, and I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

I try to talk some sense into him. “You don’t need to do this. It doesn’t matter.”

His chuckle is dark and sexy. “If it doesn’t matter, why do you refuse to tell me?”

My instincts kick in, and I attempt to close my thighs, seeking some form of release, but the restraints hold firm. Exposed and at his mercy, I'm his to explore, tease, and deny.

“Forget it,” I rasp. “Untie me, and let’s get out of here. There’s no point in any of this.”

“I make the rules tonight.” He drops a kiss on my aching clit, causing sparks of electricity to shoot through my body.“I decide when we’re done, when I’ve had enough.” He teases a lick between my folds. “I’m not even close to being finished with you. Maybe by the end of the night, you’ll be ready to tell me what I want to know.”

God, this man is fucking frustrating beyond belief. He may be stubborn, but I’m a damn mule when I want to be, and he’ll soon learn that.

“Fine.” I shift on the bed, willing my body to cool down to fight the torrent of need he’s stirred inside of me with his wicked fingers and tongue. “Do your worst. You’ll get nothing out of me.”

His voice is low and tinged with amusement when he teases, "I suppose we'll see."

This time, his mouth is insistent, sucking hard on that bundle of nerves, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips. His fingers make a “come here” motion inside of me, leaving me writhing with need.

For the love of all that is holy, what is this voodoo magic he’s using on me? Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined such raw intensity. He’s the first and only man to make me feel this way. With every suck and lick, I'm falling under his spell, an orgasm building like an impending storm. And just as a deep, throaty moan escapes my lips… he pulls away.

I pant, helpless, and try to breathe through the loss of his touch. It’s a good thing I’m tied down because if my hands were free, I’d throttle Roman—this is absolute torture.

Even though I temper my reaction, he’s not fooled. Not one bit. He laughs at the way I bite my lip and grit my teeth, knowing how bad I need to come. “Ready to talk yet?”

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