Page 60 of Sinful Games

Before she could spit out another excuse, I scooped her up by the waist, and she let out a surprised yelp, her hands gripping my shoulders like she was clinging to the last shred of control. But I wasn’t giving her a second to think, or breathe, or do anything other than melt under me.

I crushed my mouth to hers, hard and demanding, swallowing that breathless gasp. Her hands tightened in my hair, like she could stop me, but the second her teeth grazed my lips, I knew she was mine. Her moans—fuck, those were what I wanted. Raw, desperate, and only getting louder.

I dropped her on the bed, my shoes hitting the floor with a thud as I climbed over her, pinning her beneath me. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss.

I moved to her throat, sucking, biting, feeling her pulse race under my lips. Her hips started grinding against me. The way her breath hitched, the way she tried to stifle her moans—Fuck, it drove me wild.

Impatience gnawed at me, and without a second thought, I ripped her shirt clean off, tossing it aside. No bra, just bare, perfect skin. Fuck, she was perfect.

I didn’t waste time, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, loving the way her body arched into me. Her breath caught, and she moaned my name, her voice getting higher, her grip on my hair tightening. Her tits were perfect, soft, made for my hands, and they tasted like cherries, sweet and sinful all at once.

I couldn’t get enough, and judging by her breathless moans, neither could she.

She kept grinding against me, her movements getting more frantic, more desperate.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, smirking as her body shook beneath me, her eyes wide with need. I leaned down, my mouth finding her breast again, rougher this time.

“Romaniev–”

“What do you want, Caia?”

She bit her lip, her eyes full of lust, cheeks flushed. “I’msoclose, I?—”

Fuck, she looked like a goddess, flushed and desperate, like she was made for me, and only me.

I grinned, dark and wicked. “Wanna cum? Want me to grind against that needy little pussy, huh?”

She nodded, her breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts, her hips rocking against my dick. But I wasn’t about to let her have it that easy—not yet.

Holding her wrists with one hand, I freed the other and gave her bouncing tits a hard slap. “Repeat after me.”

“What?” she asked, confusion lacing her voice.

“I, Caia Mankiev.”

She shook her head, a flicker of realization crossing her face as she caught onto the game I was playing. Since she wasn’t cooperating, I twisted her nipple hard, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

Her lips parted, breathless, as she finally gasped, “I, Caia Mankiev.”

“Want,” I said, delivering another sharp slap to her tits.

She moaned, “Want.”

“Alexsei Romaniev,” I growled, wrapping my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse throb under my grip

“A-Alexsei Romaniev.”

“To fuck me.”

She shook her head again, so I closed the gap and smashed my lips onto hers. I yanked hard on her lower lip before letting it snap back, my hand still wrapped tightly around her throat. My dick pressed against her pussy, her wetness creating a noticeable stain on my pants.

“You better fucking say it.”

Her eyes narrowed, flashing with anger as she glared at me. But as I ramped up the pace, grinding harder against her, her defiant look quickly gave way to a desperate moan. “To f-fuck me,” she choked out, the frustration in her voice almost making me laugh.

I grinned, grabbing her chin to make sure she couldn’t look away. “Say it again for me.”

Her brows furrowed deeply. “I hate you.”

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