Page 71 of Crowned

I feel him over me, breathing, and I lay still, hoping he gets the message that I’m asleep and leaves me alone. Then I feel the top layer of my blanket slowly being peeled back. So slowly. So carefully.

This isn’t Elyah.

This is Kirill.

Rage blooms in my chest. It’s only been hours since he confessed he drugged me and screwed me while I was locked in my cell, and he’s trying to do the same thing again. Has he been doing this every night and I just haven’t realized? What the hellhashe been doing to me?

I want to sit up and punch him in the face, but the need to know burns in my soul. I wonder if it was like this at the pageant. Slow, furtive movements in the dark, so careful not to wake me up.

He pulls the blanket down to my knees, and then the sheet, deftly untangling it from my arms and legs.

Before I got into bed, I removed all my clothes except for my T-shirt and panties. Kirill skims his fingers down my bare thigh, stroking me lovingly, delighted by my bare skin. Then he edges my T-shirt up, exposing my underwear, then my belly, then my breasts.

He sucks in a faint breath, and I feel warmth radiating above my nipple before the slow lick of his tongue. I nearly breathe harder. Make noise. But I keep my expression smooth and unresponsive.

With excruciating slowness that’s heightened by the fact that I can’t see anything Kirill’s doing, he edges down the bed until he’s hovering above my panties. My legs are closed and he can’t do much with me like this.

Using the sheet that’s wrapped around my calf and a careful hand beneath my thigh, he rolls me onto my back and slides one of my legs open. He works so slowly and carefully that if I were asleep, I doubt I would wake up.

Kirill’s breathing is rough and unsteady, as if every second that ticks by is heightening the pleasure for him. I bet he’s hard. Kirill trims all the hair away from his cock, and his chest and stomach are smooth. I can picture his thick length jutting out in the darkness, maybe a pearl of precum at the tip.

With just one of my legs open, Kirill lowers his head and presses his mouth and nose into my pussy over my underwear. He inhales softy, swearing in Russian under his breath. Everything is to be savored. This man is in no hurry whatsoever, and he’s taking pleasure in his favorite thing in the world.

He reaches up with his fingers and draws my underwear aside. His tongue worms between my folds and finds my clit, licking all around it. His tongue explores further, lavishing me from the base of my slit all the way to my clit, before pushing inside me.

I can’t hold back any longer. I take in a shuddering breath and open my eyes, only to see my sleep demon grinning back at me, a malicious glint in his eyes.

“I knew you were awake. I love you for playing along.”

My thighs are wrapped around his shoulders, and I glare at him. “I wasn’t playing. I wanted to know the kind of tricks you pull.”

“Tricks that make you wet,detka.” He takes my hand and presses my fingers beneath my underwear and against my slit. I’m hot and slippery to the touch, and with the same devilish expression on his face, Kirill pushes both his and my fingers into my tight channel.

“I’d love to find you pleasuring yourself one day, knees spread, fingers working frantically. Lost in a fantasy world while I possess you in this one.” He drives our fingers slowly in and out of me.

“You said that you only creep on bitches. Am I one of those nasty girls you hate?”

“Number Eleven was the queen of bitches,” he murmurs, lapping at my clit. “I miss her. Let’s play pageant. You pretend to be my untouchable ice queen and I’ll fuck your pretty pussy while you sleep.”

My head tips back with a moan. “You’re so fucking messed up.”

“And I know how to have fun with it.” He pulls our fingers out and then shoves two of his own deeper inside me.

“Is this what you did to me at the pageant?”

“Until you started to wake up. I couldn’t have you running to Kostya and Elyah about big bad Kirill secretly getting his dick in you and spoiling all my fun. I gave you a little help to keep you quiet and pliant like a good girl.” He sucks slowly on my clit. “Then I fucked you,detka. Best time I’ve ever had, until that hate-fuck on the plane while Daddy listened to his angel come on criminal dick.”

Kirill lifts himself up, and I see that he’s naked and hard as he takes his thick cock in his hand. He massages the tip in his palm, his hungry eyes devouring me. “There are so many good ways to screw you. Close your eyes and let me play with you. Your huge belly is so fucking hot.” He runs his tongue over my stomach. “I got you pregnant,detka. I need to fuck the mother of my child.”

My pussy clenches on his fingers, and he moans as he feels it.

“You need it too,” he murmurs, drawing his fingers out and my underwear down my legs. He hooks my thighs up over his shoulders and holds me tight against him. “Cross your ankles behind my head.”

He’s barely been speaking above a whisper this whole time. I don’t think the other two know he’s in here, and it feels illicit. His coaxing murmur does something to me, and I do what he says.

My pussy is gushing against the head of his cock as he rubs my aching flesh before pushing inside me. Filling me up. Stretching me around his invading cock. We both stifle moans of pleasure.

“Why didn’t you tell the others what you did at the pageant? Elyah hated me then and Konstantin didn’t care what happened to me.”

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