Page 53 of Ruthless Reign

I shake my head. “There’s nothing to talk about. You’re making something out of nothing."

He sighs loudly. “In that case, I have something else that might change your mind."

He rises from the bed, rummaging around somewhere—a drawer, maybe?—before settling back on the bed between my spread thighs. My body strains with anticipation, but for a minute, there’s nothing. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. He’s totally still, which makes me tense.

Then there’s a gentle buzzing sound, followed by the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. If it wasn't for the restraints, I’m sure I'd buck straight off the bed.

“A vibe?” I force the words out. “That’s a low blow.”

“You want to come? You know what to do. Tell me what the money’s for.”

The soft head of the toy vibrates between my legs. Holy moly, his tongue and fingers are dangerous, but this? This is going to be the death of me, and he knows it.

“Roman, goddamn you!” I screech, tears pooling under the blindfold as the vibrations increase in intensity.

Just when I’m close to the edge, he removes the toy.

“Jesus Christ, you’re impossible!” I explode.

“I’d say you’re the one being impossible.”

I grit my teeth, preparing for the next surge of raw pleasure. I've never felt such a powerful rush. Knowing it’s Roman’s touch stirs something fierce inside me—a deep, wild need I hadn’t even known existed.

He starts the vibe, alternating between tonguing my entrance and swirling the toy around my swollen clit.

Can I handle another near orgasm? I don’t even want to know. I’m sweaty, tired, and I just really want to come already.

“Fine,” I cry. “You want the truth? Take off my blindfold, and I’ll tell you.”

He pauses, then I feel him shift as he climbs up the bed and lifts my blindfold so we're eye to eye. I’m sure I look like a hot mess, with mascara smudged under my eyes and my skin glistening.

But when his eyes meet mine, they're soft and warm.

“I need something for me,” I whisper. “Something that’s just mine, that my family or Anatoly don’t know about and can’t touch. To be dependent on him for everything…” I shake my head. “That can’t be my life.”

It's a half-truth but an honest one.

He nods and runs his thumb over the apple of my cheek.

Does he believe me?

His expression is unreadable, but he doesn't push it. He doesn’t ask for more details or specifics, or probe my logic. He just looks at me.

My heart is in my throat, my pulse a dull thud in my ears.

“Umnitsa,” he praises. Good girl. “I’m going to allow you to come now.” The sin in his voice holds a dark promise of what’s next. He slips the blindfold off and tosses it to the side. “What a pretty cunt you have.” He leans in, burying his head between my thighs and licks me thoroughly.

This time, he’s not teasing; he’s out to make good on his promise. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling on it with long, lazy strokes of his tongue.

“Come for me,” he demands.

That’s all it takes to set me off. Wetness floods between my thighs as my body spasms. I wish I could clench my legs together to absorb the intensity, but since I can’t, I have to accept everything he gives. He continues until the pulsing in my core simmers down to a low heat, and I sigh in surrender.

Even with my climax still humming through my body, the sound of foil tearing snaps my attention back to the present.

I know what's coming next, and even though it will change everything, I'm ready.

Circumstances may have forced me here, but with Roman, it feels entirely like my own decision.

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