Page 25 of Crown of Hate

No one has ever gone down on me. It feels so strange… and so damn exciting at the same time.

He raises his head to look at me, and I catch the dark glint in his eyes before he returns his attention between my legs. “Eating dinner.”

“You can—” Another cry erupts from my chest, cutting me off as he swipes his tongue across my swollen nub. The feeling is electric and insanely intense, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. My feet curl, and my fingers grip his hair more tightly as he slides a finger inside me, driving it in and out.

Holy fuck.

“You’re so tight,” he groans. “So wet and perfect.”

My entire body is on fire. Surges of pleasure course through my veins as he continues to feast on me. Mikhail's tongue isskilled at teasing, at bringing me to a ledge then pulling me back. But I want to be pushed off. I want to fall and fall…

“Fuck.” My hips buck against him.

He knows what he's doing, that much is clear. His tongue flickers against my clit with an expert precision, his fingers thrusting in and out in a way that leaves me breathless. I can feel myself getting closer to something, a peak I’ve never reached before. An edge. Some climax is building inside me, an unstoppable force.

The tempo of his tongue increases, and the sensations build to a crescendo. My whole body tenses. My breath hitches, and I know that I won't be able to hold back much longer.

“Don't stop,” I quietly beg, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

He smiles wickedly, raising his eyes to meet mine. “I won’t. I want you to come on my tongue,malyshka. Now. Do it. Let go for me.”

Mikhail doesn't miss a beat. His tongue is back on me, matching the rhythm of my pounding heart, pushing me closer to the edge. His fingers stroking my folds, he works his magic. Then, I’m hit by a fucking tidal wave.

It’s pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Like I’m being lifted to heaven and shoved down to hell all in one long, endless stroke.

Tears stream from my eyes as I convulse beneath him. My monster. My devil.

“Mikhail… Oh God, Mikhail…”

Every nerve ending in my body feels electrified. Mikhail's name is the only thing I can utter, a hoarse and breathy plea for him to continue.

He doesn’t listen.

Instead, he releases the pressure on my clit and kisses it gently, savoring the taste. With a soft, satisfied chuckle, he pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“What-what are you talking about?” I heave, still gathering myself. “I didn’t do anything...” He did all the work. Yet I can barely find the strength to speak. My body is still buzzing from the aftershocks.

He smirks, eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Leaning in close, his hot breath tickles my ears. “You gave in. You gave yourself to me…” He pauses, letting the tension build. My juices glisten on his blood-red lips. “And now you’re mine,malyshka. Forever.”

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MIKHAIL

Alya is soaked, ready. Just waiting for me to flip her over and take her for real. And nothing’s stopping me from doing just that. She’s mine now, after all.

But I can’t. I won’t. Not yet. I want her more than just wet when I finally claim her. I want her more than just waiting for the inevitable. I want her desperate, begging, like her life depends on it.

Because that’s exactly how I fucking feel.

My cock throbs painfully, straining against my slacks. It’s aching for her, but I deny it’s desire. And I’ll keep denying it until I’m damn sure what the hell I want from this marriage.

She’s my enemy’s daughter, for fuck’s sake. She’s supposed to be a pawn, nothing more than a tool to help me get back my rightful place as Pakhan. I’ve drilled that into my head a million times before I chose to make her my wife, and it’s still goddamn useless. I’m irrationally, insanely drawn to this woman. I don’t just want to fuck; I want to make love to her. Cuddle her. Watch her sleep.

It’s new, terrifying territory for a merciless bastard like me who’s never felt anything close to tenderness before.

If I let myself get in too deep before sorting out these unwanted emotions, I risk everything I’ve worked my ass off for.

I can’t afford that.

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