Page 35 of Cruel Knots

I squeal but he holds me down on his lap. His other hand sweeps my hair away, revealing the back of my neck to him. I feel his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin before he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh.

My body quivers on his lap as he squeezes my burning ass and dips a finger between my thighs. The digit easily slips into my slick folds.

“You’re so wet, Princess,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I used to think of you as an angel but you’re just a dirty omega.”

I want to die right here! He knows what his punishment is doing to me.

I squirm and he retaliates by slipping another finger inside me. My body bucks, wanting to take them deeper inside me.

Mikhail pumps in and out of me at a slow, coaxing pace that sends tendrils of heat shooting through me. My frustration heightens. Why can’t he be harsher? Rougher? It’s the only way I’ll reach the pleasure I’m desperate for.

“Not so fast, my dirty princess,” he whispers in my ear and chuckles. Withdrawing his fingers out of me, he pushes me off his lap.

“Stop!” I whimper, scared he’ll leave me with here with my aching, throbbing pussy. “I need you.”

Leaning down, he moves a stray strand away from my eyes. “I hate the way you control me, Princess,” he seethes through clenched teeth. “I hate how your perfume affects me. I hate how I want nothing more than to give you what you need.”

The scent of sweet orange mingles with my signature vanilla and caramel. Mikhail can hate me as much as he wants but he can’t control his body’s reaction to my perfume.

Leaning further in, he presses his mouth against the side of my neck. His teeth nibble and pull at the skin, making me shiver against him.

“Please,” I moan as his hands trace along my curves.

“Come here,” he growls, pulling me back on my feet.

Without warning, he spins me around. Before I can stumble and fall, his arm wraps around my waist. My back hits his chest as he securely pulls me against him.

Mikhail’s hands roam all over my body while his mouth kisses and nibbles the skin of my shoulder. Within seconds, my nipples harden into rigid nubs. The cold air and the sharp sting on my ass are heightening my arousal, making my pussy pulse with an intense need.

“I want to fucking bite and tear into you, Lucia,” he says in a harsh whisper, pressing his erection against my ass.

“I want you,” I say despite the shame burning inside me.

Mikhail leans in, his breath hot against the side of my ear. “Beg me some more.”

“Please, Sir,” I plead. “I need you.”

His hand smacks my ass again, hard.

“Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it.”

A gasp escapes me his hand caresses the swell of my ass. “I want your cock to fuck me,” I say with a low groan. “Please, Sir.”

“How about we do this another time?”

I nearly weep at his reply. He’s fucking teasing me and it’s torturous! I swallow the curses on my tongue and shake my head. “Please, no,” I whisper, struggling to keep my voice even. “I want you here. Right now.”

He places his hands on my ass. For a moment, I think he’ll spank me again but he surprises me by pulling apart my ass cheeks and dropping to his knees behind me.

“Oh, gods,” I moan, my knees trembling.

His hot tongue meets with the top crevasse of my buttocks and trails down to my asshole. I tense as he circles my hole, dipping inside briefly, before moving lower.

No man has ever done anything like this to me in my life.

I can’t pretend I don’t like it and it’s almost a welcome relief when his mouth moves lower to lick between my folds. “You taste like caramel and cream, Princess,” he says hoarsely, gently nipping my pussy lips. “I can’t fucking hold myself back.”

I groan, feeling every nerve ending humming with pleasure.

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