Page 82 of Ruthless Lullaby

“Do you?” Maron asks, trying to read my expression.

I let the silence stretch between us and decide not to go into it. At least not now. Instead of responding to his question,I ask, "So, now what? Is this whole situation going to cause tension between you two?"

Maron looks confused. "What situation?"

"Well... us. You and me. Maurice and I ended things not long before you and I started dating. And it all started with those accidental nudes sent to you instead of him..."

"Leave Maurice to me," Maron reassures me. "As for you and me, we met while working together. It has nothing to do with my brother. And those nudes..." He pulls me close. "Thank God for that mistake."

I allow him to hold me for a minute or two. I'm not sure who leans in first. Probably me.

Our lips meet in a gentle, soft embrace that quickly turns passionate and needy. In a moment, we both know what we need. For the first time, our kiss truly feels like an attempt for both of us to seek comfort and reassurance in each other. Despite my previous doubts, it feels true. Genuine. Like I matter to him. Like he cares. For the first time in my life, I feel like this relationship is far more than just another one of my desperate attempts to seek comfort and safety in one of my shitty dates. This man wants me close to him just as much as I want him close to me.

And what a man he is.

Big, strong, and gorgeous.

With a libido to match mine.

In one fluid motion, he hoists me over his shoulder and strides up the hallway. My head spins as I watch the corridor turn upside down as he takes me up the stairs. When we reachthe bedroom, he kicks the door open and carries me to the bed. He then lowers me slowly, his hot breath warming my neck.

His lips crash onto mine once again, this time with an even more fierce hunger. Our tongues battle for dominance. "Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are,lisichka?" he murmurs between kisses.

I gasp as his hands trace down my body, unzipping my dress and tossing it to the floor. I’m pulled up from the bed and I stand before him in nothing but my bright red lace underwear. I feel his dark gaze burning my skin, devouring me hungrily. And I allow myself to revel in the seductive thrill of it all.

He moves in, his rough tongue grazing my bare shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. I know I can't resist him any longer.

"Tell me what you want," he growls in a low voice, his lips brushing against my own.

"You," I gasp, unable to control the heat coursing through my body.

He takes me in his arms, lifting me up against his hard body. "Tell me more."

"I want all of you," I moan, wrapping my leg around his waist.

He stops and pulls away from me, and in one swift motion, he removes my bra and captures my erect nipple in between his teeth. I cry out in pleasure and pain as he expertly works his way around my breasts. His hands slide down to my panties, and with one hand supporting me, he uses the other to explore my wet sex.

I feel myself being consumed by sheer ecstasy as he fingers me forcefully, without restraint. Our bodies move in a primal rhythm, our skin slapping together. As he gazes into my eyes, unleashing his dark desires upon me, I realize once again: Maron Korolev is no average man. He may not be right for me in any conventional sense, but our connection is something I’ve never experienced before. In this moment of passion, it would be wrong to deny any of it.

"Mindy,"he growls hungrily, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "You have no idea how much I want you."

Before I know it, his teeth are sinking into my flesh, marking me as his. I gasp in the exhilarating mix of pleasure and pain, surrendering to him completely. He then tosses me onto the bed like a rag doll, positioning me with my legs over his shoulders. My body trembles in anticipation. He falls back onto his knees, hungrily tracing the tip of his throbbing cock through my slick folds. I gasp as he rubs it against my sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure up and down my spine. His cock teases my swollen clit, driving me closer to the edge already.

My body craves release, but I bite my lip to hold it back. He begs for entry, and I feel my body giving him way. With a slow, almost torturous push, he enters me and our bodies become one. He grips my legs and plunges deeper, causing me to moan in ecstasy.

"Maron," I call out his name, desperate for more. It only urges him to plow harder into me. "Aahhh," I cry out. "You're… so big… Maron!"

He thrusts my legs up higher, penetrating so deep into me that I begin to see stars. We are both panting, letting out guttural moans of pleasure.

"Bozhe moy, lisichka," he growls in my ear. "Do you feel how deep I am?"

"Yes," I pant. “Fuck… yes, Maron!”

"Do you know…" thrust, "how many times…" thrust, "you made me come…" thrust, "thinking about your…” thrust, “perfect, creamy cunt?" He bites down hard on my ear. "I want to fuck you hard and come inside you over and over again."

My eyes find the mirror on the wall, and I watch our bodies move together in a primal dance of lust. Maron's muscular thighs are spread wide, his dark skin glistening with sweat. The sight is a sensory overload, and I cry out as waves and waves of pleasure crash over me.

He smirks as he pounds into me. "Squeeze me," he pants, thrusting even harder and faster.

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