Page 42 of Brazen King

“Lick ’em clean, love,” I murmur, and my balls tighten as I watch her close around my fingers.

Her tongue strokes their length, and she sucks lightly, doing as I say.

“You might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I rasp, easing my fingers back out of her mouth once she’s gotten a good taste. Leaning in, I brush a light kiss across her tangy lips. “Now, let’s get you out of those clothes,” I command.

Natasha’s breath hitches, and she reaches down to pull her shirt up her body and over her head. She’s wearing a lacy seafoam green bra today—my favorite color—and it cups her breasts perfectly. The dark outline of her nipples shows through the sheer fabric, her taut points pressing against the seam meant to hide them.

They’re too tempting to wait, and I hook a finger around the top edge of the bra, tucking it beneath her breast so I can wrap my lips around the dark nub. Natasha arches up against me, her supple flesh pressing against my lips. And when I knead her other breast beneath my palm, she gives a soft moan.

Her back arches, and a moment later, the lacy fabric slips away as she tosses her bra to the floor. Goosebumps rise beneath my fingers as I run them down the curve of her waist to the elastic of her leggings once more. And I slowly, meticulously peel them down her body.

Sprawled across my bed in her naked glory, Natasha looks like a Russian goddess, her skin creamy and tinged with the softest blush. Her dark almost-red hair fans out around her face, accentuating the color of her lips. And they part slightly as she looks up at me with seductively hooded gray eyes.

She’s so incredibly perfect. So captivating. I can’t help but be drawn in by her beauty, her fierce drive. She’s the most intriguing woman I’ve ever met.

Every time I’m with Natasha, my feelings for her grow.

I knew it without a doubt the moment I decided to let her father’s men go with a few bumps and bruises. I did it on the off chance that Boris might reconsider letting me have her hand in marriage to spare his clan the looming threat of war.

But even if her father won’t reconsider, this deal between me and Natasha is starting to turn into something more, and I know it. I want all of this breathtaking woman. I want to keep her for my own.

I don’t mind risking my life if that’s what it takes to spend the night with her. But I have to admit, I love it so much more when she’s eager to fall in bed with me. Eager to take off her clothes.

And though she’s not ready to admit it, I can see in the way her legs part and her eyes watch me—she wants me as much as I want her.

Quickly stripping my boxers, I toss them aside. Then I grasp her ankles and hook them over my shoulders.

“I have to admit, watching you climb up on my balcony makes me wonder just how many different ways I could fuck you,” I growl, slowly crawling up her body and bending her in half as I go.

Her thighs open for me, her hips bending as this new, deep stretch puts her slick folds and perfect holes on full display. And she doesn’t even seem to mind as I trap her knees by her shoulders, her ankles by my ears.

“I bet I could twist you into a pretzel and have my way with you, couldn’t I, love?” I murmur against her lips.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she taunts, her voice provocative. But it’s too breathy to hold much fight.

And I chuckle, relishing the way she challenges me even as she gives in to me so completely. “I fully intend to,” I promise, and I claim her lips as my swollen tip finds her entrance. Then I slowly press inside her.

She feels so insanely good, and even tighter than usual in this deep stretch. But she takes all of me, her breaths growing ragged against my lips as I claim her mouth and pussy all at once.

Then I start to rock inside her, grinding against her exposed clit as I penetrate her with deep, deliberate thrusts. Natasha whimpers, her hands fisting in the sheets as the pleasure consumes her face, transforming her into the stunning vixen that drives me wild.

My cock throbs, my balls tightening at the intense pleasure of claiming her body, filling her up until I’m buried inside of her and easing back out to the symphony of her mewling whimpers.

I can feel her getting close as her walls tighten around me further. Her clit twitches, her breaths crashing against my tongue as she pants. And the pressure building at the base of my spine tells me I’m not far behind.

She makes me so rock-hard, all I want to do is stay inside of her. And tonight, I fully intend to take advantage of our deal. I want to fuck her until the sun comes up.

Natasha cries out, the sound like a jolt of electricity that goes straight to my balls. And a string of curses rushes between my lips as I feel my sense of control slipping through my fingers. It’s a good thing I have her all night. Because I’m going to be coming more than once.

And when her walls clamp down around my length, barreling into her first climax, she drives me right over the edge with her. Sobbing, Natasha kisses me fervently as her pussy milks my hard length.

Intense relief bursts from me as I find my own release. And I pour hot cum inside her as I drive her pleasure home. We gasptogether, exchanging air as I keep her pinned beneath me, her legs spread in the sexiest display of flexibility.

Only after the last of her throbbing aftershocks are done do I ease out of her. Rising onto my knees, I slowly lower her legs back to the bed. Then I flop down beside her.

Unlike our first two nights together, Natasha doesn’t immediately jump up as soon as I’m finished. Instead, she remains on her back, one hand tossed casually over her head, the other resting lightly on her stomach. She’s the picture of ease as her breasts rise and fall rapidly, bringing in deep lungfuls of air.

And even as she catches her breath and my heart starts to calm, she doesn’t make a move to leave. It fills me with a deep sense of satisfaction to see her lying there. Unwilling to run away. Just like the fact that she showed up tonight. They are silent indicators that, while she likes to pretend she hates this contract between us, she’s not overly eager to get out of it either. Maybe it’s because she assumes she has to stay, but she seems more comfortable than anything.

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