Page 70 of Crown of Hate

“That didn’t look like nothing.” I wet the cotton wool and move closer. “You’ll have to take your shirt off.”

He leans back and smiles darkly, the rage momentarily draining from his eyes. “If you want my shirt off, you’ll have to do it yourself.”

I purse my lips. “You’re hurt, Mikhail. It’s not kinky. I have to fix you up.”

He doesn’t even bulge. Instead, his smile grows even more mischievous. “I’m in too much pain to do it myself,wife.”

I pretend to be annoyed, though his teasing offers me more relief than I’m willing to admit. If he’s playing around with me like this, he can’t be hurt that badly. “Fine.” I move closer, half-kneeling on the limousine floor so I can slowly start to undo his buttons.

Every time my fingers brush against his chest, waves of heat ripple through me. Those powerful blue eyes don’t budge. They stay fixed on me as I try to hide my growing arousal. God, why does he have to watch me like that?

My hands tremble as I undo the final buttons. But this adrenaline isn’t from fear, not anymore—still, that doesn’t mean it’s welcome.

This is no time to be so goddamn turned on. This is about survival. But with the way his black tattoos wind over his sculpted muscles, with the way those blue eyes stare right into my soul, I can’t think straight. I’m being wrapped in a warm, healing haze. All I can focus on is the heat pooling low in my core; the way Mikhail’s cock is already bulging in his pants; the way his breath deepens, matching mine.

How does he always do this to me, even now?

“You need to strip me more often,” he purrs. “Seeing you on your knees drives me crazy, malyshka.”

My stomach flutters and every hair on my scalp stands to attention. “Shhh, Mikhail. Your bodyguards are in the front seat.”

He takes my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in slow, soothing circles. “They can’t hear us.”

“And what if they can?” My tongue swipes over my lips as I try to hold on to the last string of self-control I have. But it’s a losing battle. I’m not sure how much longer I can resist him.

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you?”

By the time his shirt comes off, I’m breathing in ragged gasps and my panties are already soaked through.

Still, with a deep gulp, I try to focus on tending to his wounds. Surprisingly, Mikhail allows me to, and, to my relief, it turns out he’s not as badly injured as I first thought. His perfect body has been littered in skin-deep cuts and fist-shaped bruises, but nothing major or life-threatening.

Just as I finish, he pulls me closer. I tumble against him, and the heat from his bare chest sears through me, simmering into my veins and melting me from the inside out.

Our faces are so close. One tiny movement and his lips would be on mine. My body hums with tension. I’m tingling all over, needy and desperate. “Mikhail, we can’t… The guards.”

I try to pull myself up, but he wraps his arm around my waist, keeping me pressed against him. His breath is hot on my ear as he whispers, “Don’t let them hear you.”

Warm goosebumps spread over my skin.

“As if I could?—"

Before I can finish, Mikhail’s hand glides up my stomach, fingers brushing the underside of my breast before cupping it fully. “I believe in you,malyshka. Not a peep. Can you do that for me? Can you keep quiet? Or do you want them to hear how I make you scream?”

He’s out of his mind.

… And maybe I am too. Because the thought of trying not to scream his name while he fucks me sounds like the best kind of torture.

So I reach down, wrap my hand around the bulge in his pants, and whisper back, “Depends on how hard you fuck me.”

His eyes darken and a dangerous smirk fills his handsome face. “I won’t be gentle.”

In one fluid motion, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him. His mouth crashes down on mine, all heat and hunger.

In the blink of an eye, we’re frantically clawing at each other’s clothes, desperate to touch every inch of skin.

I feel his hands rip my dress in half. He grunts when my tits come free, like he’s seeing them for the first time all over again.

“You are fucking perfection,” He cups one breast, twisting the nipple as he takes the other one in his mouth and starts teasing me with his tongue.

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