Page 95 of Ruthless Reign

“Good girl,” he growls, and my stomach dips with need. “How about you get on top so you’re the one in control. Take as much or as little of me as you need.”

I nod and rise up, peeling the T-shirt off over my head and throwing it into the corner of the room. His eyes, hungry and intense, follow the contours of my body as I straddle him. His palms trace my thighs, bringing me tightly against his erection.

We haven’t been using condoms, and I don’t want to start now. Maybe I’ve lost my mind, but I trust him when he says he’s clean, that I’m the only woman he’s gone bare with.

His pupils dilate within those deep brown irises as he grips my hips, drawing me tightly against his length. My legs spread wider on either side of him as I lean in and close the distance left between us.

“Are you going to let me be in control?” I press both of my hands into his solid inked chest.

Roman’s eyes widen in surprise before a broad smile overtakes his face. “Go ahead. I’m going to sit back and enjoy the ride. This is your show.” To make his point, he bends his elbows, folding his arms, and rests his head in his hands.

Exhaling, I sink down inch by inch. I stop about halfway and have to breathe through the stretch. This man is thick. I moan softly and close my eyes, but after a few minutes, my body softens and the bite of pain turns into pleasure.

Opening my eyes, I find him gazing back at me so tenderly that it causes an ache in my chest, but I can’t go there with him. Instead, I offer something else. A show.

He leans back, eyes half-lidded and a lazy smirk on his lips, while I roll my hips in circles and grab my breasts, pinching my nipples as he swells inside of me.

“How’s the show so far?” With an agonized sigh, I lift my hips so I can sink deeper onto his shaft. He groans when I’m fully seated.

"Never seen anything better." His voice is rough with need. "I could do this with you forever, and it still wouldn't be long enough."

I know those words should have me running for the hills, but I can’t find it in me to correct him. To remind him that I’m not his for the taking and never will be.

“You’re the only one I want,” I gasp.

Fuck, that’s not what I meant to say, but the words tumbled out, lost in the rush of ecstasy as I work myself up and down on his cock and his fingers dance over my clit.

When I open my eyes and meet his, they’re shining with something I can’t put my finger on. “Same, milaya. Same.”

Roman pulls me against him and buries his face in my neck as we both unravel at the same time. He feels so warm and strong that, for just a moment, I allow myself to sink into his arms and pretend that this could be my forever.

We both lie there for a few minutes, recovering. It’s not just the physical exertion but everything else it stirred up inside of me.

He repositions himself against the headboard, then lifts me onto his lap and holds me snugly against his chest.

I can’t help but trail my fingertips down his arms. A tattoo of an oak tree on his bicep catches my attention. “What’s this for?” I ask.

The artwork is intricate, with roots that seem to dig deep into his skin and branches that reach for unseen skies. Beneath the tree, the ground is shaded with darker ink.

Roman's face shadows, the lines around his eyes tightening. “This tree is on the property here.” He pauses, his voice dropping. “I planted it with my mother when I was a kid.”

“Take me to see it,” I whisper.

“I will. One day.”

I’d rather not dwell on the fact that there’s no ‘one day’ in our future. Time is running out. Even though I’m still short of what I need to pay back Anatoly, the wedding is in a few days and I’ll have to get home to face the music—one way or another. I’m doing everything in my power to make sure I come home with a big, fat check and a ‘see you never’ goodbye wave to Anatoly.

The conversation about leaving can wait until tomorrow. Today, I’m going to soak up all the happiness I can.

I press soft kisses against the sensitive flesh of his neck until a shiver rolls through his body. “So, what is there to do around here?”

“You keep on kissing me like this, and it won’t matter what there is to do around here because there's only one thing we’ll be doing.”

I roll my eyes but can’t keep the smile from my face. My eyes travel down his naked torso, and he leans back, letting me drink him in. He’s not even subtle about it.

“Have you tried snowshoeing before?” He gives my thigh an appreciative squeeze.

“God, no. But I have a feeling that today will be my first time.”

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