Page 98 of Untamed

I lick my lips, barely able to form the words. “Da, Rodion.”

His responding groan is music to my ears. “Khoroshaya devochka.”He kisses my cheek. “Good girl. Show me what a good girl you are.”

His hand tightens in my hair, my scalp aching deliciously, until my neck arches under his touch, baring my neck to him. His breath is hot and ragged against my skin, and I love the way his teeth scrape along the curve of my jaw.

His lips trail down my neck, but he doesn’t kiss—he bites, sharp enough to make me scream.

“That’s what I want to hear, little queen.” He kisses where he bit before he bends his mouth to my breasts. They’re full and aching for him, so when he tugs a hardened nipple between his teeth, I let myself go and scream out loud. My need for him becomes wet heat between my legs, aching for him.

He suckles my breast and flicks the other, then nips and grazes his teeth along the sensitive skin. “You’re trembling. Is it fear, little queen? Or something else?”

“Uh. Both? Can I say both?”

He grins. “You can say anything you want.”

I can’t hide the way my hips shift beneath him, chasing friction. He chuckles darkly, his free hand slipping under my ass and squeezing the sore place he spanked with the leather camerastrap before sliding between my legs, his fingers grazing over the heat pooling between my thighs.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers. “Vot eto moya devochka.”

I moan as he strokes me, slow and deliberately teasing, just enough to drive memad.When he pulls his hand back, he leaves me writhing and desperate. Aching.

“Soaked,” he says with mock disapproval. “You think I’ll let this slide? You think I won’t punish you for being such a bad, wicked little slut?”

I tilt my head back in silent surrender. “What are you gonna do?” I barely recognize my own voice. “Punish me? Ohhh. I’m soscared.”

I should be. I very muchshouldbe. I’m well aware of the fact that the spanking he gave me on that elevator was nowhere near what he was capable of, and if he even begins to think of orgasm denial...

“You really want to play that game?” he asks, shaking his head. “I thought you wanted to be my good girl?”

I give him a silent pout and turn away.

“Look at you, so fucking beautiful.”

He pushes away, and I whimper at the loss of his heat. “Rodion!”

I stare as his hands nimbly unfasten his belt. Dear god, he’s a thirst trap in human form as he tugs the belt free and loops it. He just spanked me. He’s not going to?—

In seconds, he rearranges me on the bed so I’m facing away from him, my wrists in his hand. “You said you like competency, didn’t you? What was it you said, competency porn?”

“Well, I didn’t—I mean—Rodion,” I protest, as he loops the belt around my wrist and tugs, securing them.

“Let’s see how competent I am at making you come.”

Oh my fucking god. Why does that fill me with dread and delicious expectation at the same time?

“You can’t—you—well, I?—”

“Quiet, little queen. One more word, and I’ll gag you. You want to surrender to me?Do it.”

I open my mouth to protest when I feel him beneath me. What is he—ohgod.

Rodion lies on the bed beneath me and arranges my thighs on either side of his face. “Sit on my face,” he growls, his breath hot against my thighs. I have enough room to move my hands up and down, even though I can’t get away.

Grabbing my thighs, he tugs me down. I’m shaking at the feel of his mouth between my legs. My eyes flutter closed. I can still feel the throb where he spanked me, his hand at my throat, the brand of his mouth on me, as his tongue lazily laps my clit.

I gasp. “Rodion!”

His palm slams against my ass. I hiss in a breath.

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