Page 51 of Trapping His Assassin

Not Roman.

I used to think he was taking advantage of me, but as his hands caressed my body with a sense of reverence, I started to doubt my previous assumptions. He traced a single finger down the side of my face, and I couldn’t help leaning into his gentle touch.

“Open,” he commanded when he reached my lips.

My mouth followed his directions before my brain could keep up. He slipped his thumb inside of my mouth.

“Suck,” he growled, his eyes darkening as they fixated on my soft skin.

I hoovered his thumb so deep in my mouth, I would’ve choked, had I not had enough breathing training. His groan shook me to the core. I was already wet for him, my pussy throbbing for his cock deep inside of me.

“Lay on the bed.” My core clenched from his orders.

I lay on the bed like an obedient doll, hardly recognizing myself. But Roman held me under a spell, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be released from his hold. He spread my legs, and leaned forward to taste my center softly.

My back arched with a moan. He slipped his tongue between my folds, and I gasped when he thrust it inside. My walls clenched down on him, and if I came right now, I would cry from embarrassment.

A cry escaped my lips, and Roman drew back with a chuckle. I whimpered, wanting more.

“Who is Headmaster Mikhail?” he asked with a gentle kiss on my thigh.

My brain halted all processes, as a disc in the distance screeched to a halt.

“Just a man.” I squirmed, not only from the lie, but from the anticipation of his mouth back on my core.

Roman tsked. “Have it your way.”

Confused, I waited for him to go down on me again. But he didn’t. He folded my body almost in half, until my pussy was in the air right in his face.

“It’s so fucking hard to resist you.” His breath blew across my sensitive folds.

He licked and sucked me slowly, pushing his fingers inside of me one by one.

“I don’t want to hurt you unintentionally during this punishment,” he murmured.

My neck was starting to hurt a bit, but I didn’t dare complain. I was overwhelmed with pleasure, yet the bite of pain kept me tethered to reality. I babbled, begging him for his cock.

“Take it, then.” He stood above me and crouched, feeding his large, thick cock slowly inside of me.

I whimpered and clawed for purchase on the sheets. He was going to pile drive me. I’d seen this position before, but I’d never been in it. There was no way I would trust a client enough to do it.

And if Headmaster Mikhail did anything like this to me, it must’ve been when I was drugged, and I can’t recall that time anyway.

“Why are you protecting him?” He growled as he started to move.

“W-who?” I choked from feeling him deep inside of my guts.

His cock seemed like it was in my throat.

“Headmaster Mikhail. Tell me what he’s into.” Roman kept going with his nonsense.

I didn’t understand, shaking my head back and forth trying to dislodge him.

He groaned. “You don’t want to tell me? You want to protect that piece of shit?” He raised his head and slammed his lips onto mine.

His cock smashed into my cervix, and I screamed into his mouth.

He yanked his lips away and threw his head back. His cries echoed above mine. “Take my fucking cock, and tell me what I want to know.”

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