Page 61 of Sinful Games

I pressed my lips against hers. “Say it.”

Her brows furrowed deeply. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, biting her lip before finally murmuring in a husky, low voice, “I, Caia Mankiev, want Alexsei Romaniev to fuck m-me.”

There it was.

She fucking said it—sure, I had to push her to get it out, but she still said it.

I cranked up the grind on her clit, her juices dripping down her thighs. Her scent was driving me crazy, and suddenly, the way she made me feel was pissing me off.

“Cum for me. Scream my fucking name.”

I increased the pace, making her breasts bounce wildly and the bed creak. As I felt her getting close, I pressed my palm against her lower stomach, just inches from her pussy, taking in the sight of her so perfectly lost in her orgasm.

Fuck, that's my girl.

“Alexsei, I—” Her words broke into a high-pitched, throatymoan as she hit her peak, her chest lifting off the bed, legs trembling around my hips.

I cupped her face, and kissed her deeply, teasingly sucking on her tongue.

Fuck, I was completely hooked.

Chapter

Eighteen

“Sometimes you take all my words away from me.”

?Amie Kaufman

Caia

I shifted in bed, feeling the weight of my blanket heavier than usual. Something was off. I hugged my pillow closer, but it didn’t feel right—too solid, too warm. Then I felt it rise and fall beneath my arm, the steady rhythm of breathing that wasn’t mine. My entire body went cold.

I wasn’t holding a pillow—I was holding a body.

My heart slammed against my chest, panic shooting through me as I tried to remember how the hell I ended up like this. Just as the fear was about to tip over, a familiar voice shattered the silence.

"Go back to sleep, baby. It’s only two in the morning."

I exhaled sharply, relief washing over me. I opened my eyes to find Alexsei smirking at me. Fully dressed, while I was topless, my leg and arm were wrapped around him like a vine. My nipples brushed against his shirt, sending a rush of heat down my body, settling low in my stomach.

Wait.Relief? Really, Caia?

What the hell happened to self-control?

Why does it evaporate the second this man’s eyes even glance your way?

This man insults me, humiliates me, manhandles me—but oh, God, the way he touches me... STOP. After everything, I still let him get his hands on me again. Seriously, I need a therapist, like,yesterday.

But a twisted part of me …loves it all. It’s disturbing, isn’t it? How I crave the insults, the humiliation—like he’s mastered the perfect balance of degradation and praise, knowing exactly how to unravel me.

It’s almost pathetic, but that dark part of me... it’s drawn to it, feeding off every twisted second.

"Sorry, must've knocked out," I mumbled.

He chuckled low and deep. "Yeah, I made you come so hard you passed out."

My face heated up instantly, and I buried it in the crook of his neck, my skin burning with embarrassment.

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