Page 86 of Ruthless Reign

I twist the knife handle inside of her, and she moans like it’s heaven. Shit. She really does have a knife kink. Unexpected, but definitely welcome.

“You’re gonna get this handle glistening wet with your cum, and then you’re going to lick it clean,” I instruct her.

That’s all it takes to set her off. Her eyes go hazy, and her head rolls back on her neck as her orgasm rushes up and overtakes her body.

I give her a few gentle pumps, letting her ride out the aftershocks, before I pull it out. The blade glints in my hand as I offer her the handle to lick clean, rubbing it over her full lips. She notches her chin and meets my gaze, running her tongue up and down the handle before sucking it deep between her lips.

Well, fuck me. I release a groan, my dick harder than ever.

“I can’t wait until I can slide my cock down your throat.” I announce. “Are you going to take it like the good little whore I know you are?”

Her shoulders stiffen, and she releases the handle of the knife with a pop. “I’m sorry. I don’t like that—using my mouth.”

My shoulders tense as I brush a finger over her cheek. “What did he do to you?”

She blinks hard and shakes her head, making it clear it’s not something she wants to discuss. But I will get the story from her one day.

I fucking hate that Anatoly ruined that for her. It’s one more reason to gut him like a fish when the time comes, and I have no doubt that time is coming.

I cup her jaw, tipping her pretty face up to meet mine. “Trust me, milaya, you’ll like it with me.” I give her a gentle kiss. “I’ll make it good for you.”

“Well, you do seem to know exactly what my body wants, even before I do.” She rolls her eyes in feigned exasperation. “That’s the problem.”

I lightly drag my teeth along the skin of her neck. “It doesn’t have to be a problem. So, is that a yes?” I ask.

Liza lifts a shoulder. “That depends. Do you have Wi-Fi at your cabin?”

I bark out a laugh. “Yes, I have Wi-Fi. Are you looking forward to some Netflix and chill?”

She can’t quite hide the smile growing on her lips. “Something like that. Just a few days,” she whispers. “That’s all I can give you.”

We’ll see about that.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

LIZA

We’re about halfway to Roman’s cabin when I realize I need to call Sofiya. Leaving my parents in the dark doesn't bother me, but I can’t do the same to my sister. I won’t be able to tell her everything, but of all people, she deserves to know that I’m okay.

It should have occurred to me earlier, but my mind was preoccupied, wondering if I'd just made the best—or worst—decision of my life. Although, it wasn’t like I had much choice. Roman had already set the wheels in motion when he spoke to Anatoly.

I haven’t been able to stop stealing glances at him since we got in the car. He’s so handsome with his chiseled jawline and chin indent, and for the next few days, I can pretend he's mine.

Since I agreed to go away with him, an unfamiliar feeling has settled in my chest. It reminds me of what Kira described when she fell in love with Maxim—a thrill when he's near, and an electric charge at his touch.

But with Roman, it all feels different. There's something deliciously selfish about hiding away from the world, spending days wrapped up in a man I'm so attracted to that the only thing on my mind is getting naked the moment we're alone.

Damn him. I don’t know what kind of dick-magic Roman has worked on me, but I am well and truly under his spell.

His eyes settle on me. “What are you smiling about?”

As soon as he mentions it, I become aware of the big, goofy grin on my face. “How maddening you are.”

He purses his lips. “I’ve been accused of worse.”

Roman pulls the car—an Audi with darkly tinted windows and license plates that he claims can’t be traced—into a gas station somewhere along a quiet stretch of highway.

“Stay right here." He steps out of the car and locks the doors behind him, his gun tucked into his waistband. He conducts a thorough sweep of the gas station, ensuring we haven't been followed—a precaution he's maintained throughout our entire drive. He also insists that we don't need extra security where we're headed, claiming it's unknown to anyone but a select few.

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