Page 92 of Ruthless Reign

“You pushed me because you wanted a reaction. You wanted to see what happens when you challenge a man like me—a dangerous man. Well, milaya, this is what happens."

She nods, and I step back from her to give myself a few strokes for her viewing pleasure. Her cheeks flame a scandalized pink—a reminder that this kind of intimacy is new to her. I don't have it in me to ask what Anatoly did to her. It'll just make me go ape-shit. All I can do is make sure she loves this enough to erase the scars of her past.

“First I want you naked, and then I want you on your knees.”

I don’t wait for her response before walking into the living room and settling down on the huge suede sectional. I pump myself a few times as I spread out like a king, watching to see what she’s going to do.

It’s too bad about dinner—the pasta must be limp in the sink and the mushroom sauce cold in the pan—but, fuck it, my dick can’t wait any longer.

Liza joins me in the living room, standing right in front of me. Her breaths are quick and shallow as her hands move towards the hem of her shirt. Goosebumps rise on her skin as the cool air meets her bare breasts. They’re a perfect handful with pretty pink-tipped nipples. I bought her clothes for the next few days, but I conveniently forgot to buy her bra and panties.

I run my tongue across my teeth, watching her closely as she hooks her thumbs around the waistband of her leggings, slowly pushing them down her thighs and letting them drop to the floor. She squirms as I take in the sight of her naked. Unlike the other night when it was dark, I can see everything now. My eyes roam over every inch of her, savoring the view.

A grunt of pleasure slips between my lips and I have to ease off stroking my dick if I don’t want to explode too soon. Which I don’t want to. The only way I’m going to come tonight is down her throat.

“Come here.” I point to the spot on the floor in front of me.

She looks unsure of herself as she lowers herself between my spread legs. My mouth waters in anticipation. She takes me in her hand once again and gives the head of my cock a little flick with her tongue like she’s not sure exactly what to do with it.

I run a rough hand down the side of her face. “Do you like how it tastes?”

Liza hums her assent, and I sit back and watch the show. As much as I want her to take me deep, I also want her to get comfortable.

As she sucks, her eyes gradually drift closed. She’s not moving up and down on my shaft but instead just cradling me in her mouth as her tongue works its magic.

“You’re doing so good,” I tell her. “You look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”

She opens her eyes, and I can see the gratitude shining back. Her body relaxes, surrendering to the sensation, cradled safely between my legs. Even though I told her this was payback for the way she pushed my buttons earlier, I want her to enjoy this as much as I will.

She becomes more brazen, licking me from root to tip as a soft hum of pleasure makes its way up my throat. I reach forward, capturing a nipple between my fingers and giving her breast a little squeeze as she continues to explore with long, deep licks.

“Wrap your lips around it, baby. I need to feel your hot mouth sucking me,” I encourage, stroking her cheek.

There's newfound confidence in her gaze as she begins to run her tongue along the head before allowing my thick length into her sweet mouth. Fuck, I have no idea how I’m going to last if just the first few inches feel this good.

She looks up to gauge my response, and the view alone is nearly my undoing.

“You’re doing such a good fucking job. Now keep your eyes on me, and take me in a little deeper. That’s right.”

I cup the back of her head, applying the slightest amount of pressure, more as a guide than anything else. Whatever her past experience is, I don’t want it repeated with me.

She sucks me again, pulling me in deeper and taking more in her mouth every time she glides up and down. At the feel of her tits rubbing against my bare thighs and her throat closing around my thick length, my balls tighten with need.

My head falls back on the couch as I muffle a curse. “I don’t have it in me to be gentle anymore,” I rasp. “Can I use your mouth the way I need to?”

She holds my gaze for a few beats before nodding.

Thank fuck.

“Tap my thigh if I’m too rough.” I grab a fistful of her hair and buck up into her mouth. I rock into her with a gentle rhythm, sliding deeper and deeper between her lips with each thrust.

My grip on her hair keeps her in place as I slowly feed her inch by inch. Her eyes widen as she takes me further down her throat, determined to take me fully in.

When I push myself deep enough that it hits the back of her throat, she gags and pulls off my dick. She’s staring at me, eyes wide and a little glassy. The sick, twisted part of me hoped to see tears form in the corner of her eyes, but not like this.

My voice is strained when I'm finally able to speak. “Is this what he did to you?” I ask, even though the answer will make me want to commit murder. “Was he too rough? Did he make you gag?”

She takes a shuddering breath. “All of that. I just hate how he smells, how he tastes.”

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