Page 76 of Ruthless Reign

“I like the pain,” I joke. “Do what you have to.”

“You need a few stitches,” she says, threading a needle with a steady hand. “Want a shot of vodka?”

“Nah, I had earlier. This won’t be my first time getting stitched up without anesthetics. Helps that the nurse is so hot.” I reach down and palm her ass.

She swats away my hand with a grin. “Behave.” She leans in, her hands steady as she pierces the skin near the wound and pulls the thread through with precision. “Who would attack you?” she asks, focusing on her task.

“I work for the most powerful syndicate in Russia. Take your pick.”

“There you go.” Liza focuses on tying off the final stitch. It’s adorable how seriously she undertakes the task, concentration etched in the furrow between her brows. When she finishes, she stands back and admires her handiwork. “Should heal nicely. You got lucky it was just a shard of glass.”

“We both got lucky.” I rise and pull her into me. “And now we’re both going to get really lucky.”

Her eyes darken as she picks up on my intent. I thought she might lose her nerve, but when she leans in and closes the gap between us, her kiss is hungry and insistent.

I grind my hips against hers, needing the friction. She feels too fucking good. But she would feel that much better if we were naked.

I pull away from her just long enough to drop my pants and kick my boxer briefs aside. Then my mouth is back on her as she runs her fingers over my taut chest and abs, pulling a deep groan from me. I need more.

“You look like a Goddess in red.” I strip the dress from her body.

She laughs and brings her mouth to mine in a slow, erotic kiss.

“Shit. What was that for?” I rasp. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just ‘cause.”

I lift her, guiding her to perch on the edge of the marble sink. She widens her legs and I step forward, plunging my hand in her hair and pulling her mouth against mine. She makes a sound of need from deep in her throat, and I pull away in order to kiss and suck the delicate skin along the underside of her jaw. My straining cock presses against her pussy, holding there.

Just one thrust, and I’d sink into her wet heat. I’d be the first man inside of her, taking what belongs to me.

“Are you sure?” I breathe against her skin.

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Beg for it.”

Her eyes snap wide, and she looks at me like I’ve just spoken in tongues.

I rub the tip of my cock over the length of her slit, paying extra special attention to her clit.

She releases a wanton hiss. “Roman, please.”

“Please what?”

Her hand buries in my hair as she grabs a fistful and tugs. Fuck, that feels good.

“You know what I want,” she whines.

“In London, I said I wouldn’t fuck you until you begged me.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, grazing my teeth lightly over her delicate skin. “I meant it.”

She tips her hips forward, inviting me in. The movement causes the tip of my cock to brush over her clit repeatedly, and she shudders, her eyes closing in pleasure. Seeing how much she enjoys it, I do it again. Fisting my dick with one hand, I brush it through her folds, up and down over her slit, before rubbing it in circles over her clit.

“Jeee-sus! Fine, Roman. Please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

I can’t either. Thank fuck that she came to her senses.

She shimmies forward, spread out so beautifully for me.

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