Page 137 of The Ripper

The doctor kissed his rosary when he heard me speaking Russian, then stormed out of the cabinet as if another second in our presence was about to hang him, and we started laughing as the door closed behind him.

Tension filled the air, so thick I could cut with a knife, and I nearly tasted it on my tongue when Grimm stood up and locked the door, then pulled the cabinet from the side and barricaded it.

I stood up in sync with every fine hair of my body, my breathing catching in my throat when he purposefully stepped towards me, the grin on his face promising that I was going to be punished for all the days I had been away from him and, God, how I wanted it.

“Reina,” he whispered in my ear when he leaned over me and encircled my waist, gluing me to him.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that name on your lips.” I gulped audibly and stifled a moan when his lips fell greedily onto my neck.

“It describes you perfectly,” he licked up my pulse. “Because you’re not the good little angel I first met.” He blew air over the wet patch as his fingers skillfully undid my robe, pushing it down my shoulders, and I was left in my panties in front of him.

“No?” I exhaled, wrapping my palm around his erection over his underwear. “Then what am I?” I bit my lip, watching as his eyes succumbed to the madness.

“You’re my queen,Snezhinka,” he grinned as he bent down and wrapped his lips around my nipple.

“Oh?”

My head fell back when he possessively cupped me over the thin lace of my lingerie, holding it in a tight grip.

“The queen of my darkness.”

He hooked a finger under the material and ripped it off my body, then spun me around and pressed me to the edge of the table.

When two of his long fingers sank inside me without so much as a warning, I swallowed all the words, allowing nothing but desperate moans to fall off my lips. He settled into a rapid pace, meant to punish, but I was melting with each thrust, spilling over his hand without a drop of shame.

“Cat got your tongue?” he bit into my skin as he tangled his fingers in my hair at the base of my skull, wrapping it around his fist before pulling my head back.

“Less talk, more thrusts,” I reached my hand back, grabbing his throbbing erection again.

“I won’t be gentle,” he said as his teeth grazed the shell of my ear, suddenly pulling his fingers out of me.

I huffed, frustrated because I was so close.

“Good,” I turned my head to the side, wanting to say something more, but he didn’t allow it.

His wet fingers pushed past my lips and into my mouth while he pushed his knee between my legs, nudging them apart, and I barely had time to breathe in once before feeling him sink into me in one move, cruel and without an ounce of regret, and I exploded around him, incapable of stifling the scream of pleasure that ripped out of my throat.

“Fuck,” he swore over my neck as he gripped my hair tighter.

“Grimm,” I said his name when he started moving.

He seemed possessed, like he wanted to break me, and I welcomed every tear with open arms, savoring how he filled me to the brim, how he speared through my entire body with each thrust and how he seemed to put me back together with each touch. He took bites out of me, he devoured me mercilessly, until I couldn’t tie two coherent thoughts together.

But then he suddenly pulled out, knocking the air out of my lungs as he flipped me around to face him, his mouth claiming mine in the most disarming of kisses.

I didn’t fight back, not even for a second, because I was just as hungry as him.

He picked me up and sat me on the table, then I felt him again. Harder, ruthless, devoid of restraint.

His fingers dug into my waist, and I was sure that I was going to see the consequences of the fervent brutality he bent me with in the morning, but I didn’t care.

I wanted him to break me into as many shards as he wanted.

“I fucking love these,” he sank his teeth into the star on my shoulder, keeping up the pace.

“I kneel to no one.” I whispered when he cupped my breasts and pushed them together, shoving his face between them, almost as if he didn’t know which one to kiss first. “Except you,” I continued, sinking my nails into his shoulders, clinging to him as I felt the orgasm rip through my body.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned deeply, then pulled out of me and came in thick, long lines over my chest and abdomen, his face hidden in the crook of my neck.

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