Page 96 of Cruel Knots

A moan escapes me. “I just...”

His mouth smashes against mine once again, stopping me from speaking a word. He reaches between my thighs and cups my sex. Even though I bought a bunch of underwear, I’m not wearing any panties.

The moment he realizes it, Mikhail takes full advantage.

My hands dig into the strands of his ash-blond hair as his finger slides along my wet seam. I’m kissing him back with the same fervor when something makes me stop and freeze.

Someone nearby is coughing hoarsely.

“Mikhail,” I plead, struggling to push him away. “Stop! Someone’s watching us.”

He glances behind him, allowing me to peek around his broad shoulders. A gaunt, elderly man is sitting on a litter-strewn sidewalk and taking deep swigs from a whiskey bottle.

I push Mikhail harder. “We can’t do this here.”

A deadly frown comes over his handsome face as he glares at me. “I want you here. Right now.”

“But that man is watching us.”

“So what?”

I stare at him. “Mikhail, we can’t—” I’m barely able to complete the sentence when he slams me back against the wall and starts kissing me once again while his thumb traces over my pussy.

My core aches with his teasing, almost making me forget about the spectator witnessing us making out in a public space.

A week ago, I couldn’t have imagined being taken by three men at once. Even in my wildest dreams, I could’ve never imagined having sex in front of three chained-up, bleeding men. And now, Mikhail is bullying me into breaking another one of my hard limits.

His mouth twists into a smirk as my hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction.

“You want this, Princess,” he says with a chuckle. “Stop pretending you’re too good for this.”

My head falls back against the wall as he slides two fingers into my soaking folds. From this position, I can see the man behind us. One of his hands holds the bottle of liquor while the other is buried deep inside his pants.

“He’s touching himself,” I whisper, struggling to keep a control over my mind.

“So, what? This is where people come to have a quick fuck every day. It happens several times a day. Everyone knows what this place is for.”

Heat courses through my veins as he hooks his fingers deep inside me, sending a hard tug in my core. My walls clench onto his digits and the next moment, I’m coming apart with hard gasps and pants.

Mikhail leans in and licks the apple of my cheek. “Have you ever come so fast?” he whispers.

His gleaming eyes pin me with a predatorial look. Thrusting his hips forward, he makes me feel the hard lump against the front of his trousers.

A groan escapes me.

Taking it as his cue, he unzips his jeans and lets them fall until they bunch up and pool around his mid-thighs. He has absolutely no hesitation in displaying his ass to a complete stranger.

The thought sends a massive throb through me, surprising me.

Grabbing my wrists, Mikhail pins them over my head. Bending down slightly, he lets his curved erection poke at my soaked folds. The moment he gets the angle right, he thrusts in, pushing inside me with one hard, satisfying stroke.

Suddenly, I feel him pulling out all the way.

I almost start protesting but the next moment, he thrusts into me again, shoving me against the wall.

I yowl at the sensations razing through me. Even though I’m wet, it takes a while for me to adjust to his thickness stretching me to my limits.

His hold on my wrists loosens. Sliding his hands down my body, he grips my hips in a bruising hold, and starts thrusting inside me.

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