Page 77 of Ruthless Reign

“Just because you asked like a good girl.” I give a shallow thrust between her legs.

Shit. My head rolls back because this feels way too good, way too quickly.

She cries out, her body stiff as she adjusts to my size. I capture her earlobe between my teeth, hoping the sensation cancels out the bite of pain in her core.

“Are you okay, milaya?” I rasp. My muscles are tense as I try to hold still for her.

Her nod is frantic. “Oh God, Roman. Is it supposed to feel this way? Like it’s too much?”

“Baby, it’s only the first few inches.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Deep breaths.” I hold still as my lips explore her neck, sucking and biting at her skin.

I’m by no means a small man, so I allow her to adjust to my size. But hell, it’s taking every ounce of willpower I possess to not press forward and impale her on my full length. Even though I’m only a few inches deep, my dick doesn’t care. He’s damn near ready to explode.

At my command, she fills her lungs with long steady breaths, her body slowly relaxing around me.

I kiss the corner of her mouth and drag my lips towards her ear. “I should put on a condom.”

She pulls back and looks in my eyes. “Are you clean?”

I nod. “I get tested regularly, and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

It’s the truth. I tried and failed.

The night Anatoly announced their wedding date, I showed up on Tanya’s doorstep and couldn’t bring myself to ring the bell. I stood there for way too many minutes, trying to talk myself into going in, before I realized that Liza had me in a chokehold I wasn’t going to escape anytime soon.

With arms around my neck, she pulls me forward and whispers in my ear, “Take me bare. I’m on birth control to regulate my periods.”

This is a bad idea, underlined in red with a thousand exclamation points behind it. Because once I fuck her raw and fill up her tight cunt with my seed, no other high will compare.

But will that stop me? Fuck no.

“I can’t say no to you.” My hand delves between us, and I give her clit slow, sure circles to soften the pinch of my invasion.

“Don’t hold back,” she murmurs against my skin.

I groan as she wraps her legs around me to pull me closer.

Damn. Liza may be inexperienced, but I sense a freak in the making. The thought is hot as hell.

I surge forward, giving her what she asked for by not treating her like a delicate flower. Trembling, I let out a hiss, the pleasure too intense to contain.

Her fingernails dig into my biceps, leaving little half-moons etched into my skin. I don’t mind. I want something to remember this moment by.

“I love my name on your lips.” I kiss down her throat, giving her short thrusts and sliding in a little deeper each time. “You can’t imagine how unbelievably good your pussy feels milking my cock.”

I kiss her like my life depends on it, relishing in her taste, in her surrender, as my thrusts grow more intense. As everything else fades away, I'm consumed by her and the primal needs she inspires in me.

She pulls back an inch. “Did I … did I bleed? I don’t want to look.”

“Don’t think about that right now. Focus on my lips and tongue.” I suck the soft skin of her neck into my mouth. “Focus on my fingers.” I cup one of her shapely breasts, and pinch her nipples. “Focus on my cock rocking in and out of you. How I’m the first man to claim you.”

And the last. But she’s not ready to hear that yet.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

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