Page 85 of Ruthless Reign

With one hand, she swipes at her phone, confirming everything is in order.

“You certainly know how to guard your secrets well.”

She gives me a peevish look. “Maybe if the people around me had more respect for my privacy, I wouldn’t have to.”

“I don’t care what’s on your phone; I only care that no one can track you.” The side of my mouth tips up in a smile. “Considering my hackers couldn’t get into your phone, I imagine you've taken steps to ensure it’s clean.”

She notches her chin. “I've picked up a few skills along the way."

I’d like to know why, but with the knife awkwardly pressed against my skin, now's not the time for probing questions.

“It’s impressive,” I murmur. “Just like everything about you.”

She narrows her eyes. “Don't think a few sweet words will make me forgive you.”

“I'm not looking for your forgiveness,” I growl. “I’m looking for so much more.”

I’ve finally had enough. I grab the knife from her hand and move it out of her reach. It takes everything in me to not throw her down and fuck some sense into her. Why she ever thought she could take me on is laughable.

Her eyes go wide as I wrap a hand around the base of her neck and haul her against me.

“I don't know what you're really after, but for whatever reason, you’ve decided to go through with your marriage to Anatoly.” I lower my lips to her. “Let me have this time with you—a few days alone at my cabin while my men figure out who attacked us.”

“It’s just going to make saying goodbye harder,” she says softly.

“I’ll take that chance.” I capture her lips with mine, and she softens beneath my hungry kiss. “Say yes. You can wear my clothes all weekend.”

She laughs and pushes at my chest. “You might need a different approach if you’re trying to convince me.”

“Speaking of which, what do you have on under here?” My hand dips under the T-shirt, and I pause when I feel her bare pussy, wet and ready for me. “Oh, shit. Did holding that knife to my throat make you all hot and bothered?”

She blinks up at me innocently. “Maybe.”

Damn. Does she have an unexplored knife kink?

She feels so slick and perfect as I stroke through her folds before working two fingers into her cunt, right up to the second knuckle. Liza cries out and braces her hands against my chest.

“You still sore, angel? Or is this pussy ready for more?”

She drags an urgent breath into her lungs as I grip her by the nape and bring the handle of the blade against her opening. I move it around so it’s coated in her slipperiness.

Her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “You’ve lost your mind!”

“Maybe.” I chuckle darkly. “But you deserve it for daring to cut me.” Deftly holding on to the knife’s blade with my forefinger and thumb, I slowly work the handle into her pussy, watching her reaction closely.

Her pupils dilate and she fists my shirt, betraying a raw, unspoken need as intense as the look in her eyes. My good girl isn’t so good after all.

“You might be sore, considering last night…” I work the handle a little deeper into her cunt. “At least this handle isn’t as big as my cock.”

Liza arches into my touch, panting, the smell of her arousal—musky and sweet—filling the nostrils, and it’s all I can do not to drop to my knees and eat her out. But she’s enjoying this too damn much.

She closes her eyes and, with her head thrown back, allows me to fuck her nice and deep. The slick sounds make it clear how soaking wet she is.

I gather her heavy, dark hair in one fist and pull, which gives me access to the smooth skin of her neck. She whimpers, and I can tell from the way she’s gasping and tensing against me that she’s close.

“Rub your clit,” I demand.

Without hesitation, her fingertips land on her nub, rubbing fast little circles. She lets out a gasp of delight, and fuck if that doesn’t makes all the blood in my body rush to my dick.

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