Page 38 of Savage Reign

Ignore him, I tell myself.Block out his touch.

But that’s impossible because when his eyes meet mine, my breath falters. He’s looking at me with such fierce desire and something else. Like he’s making sure I’m enjoying this, even though it’s all part of a ridiculous bet—one I refuse to lose.

And evidently, so does he.

A whimper escapes me as he pinches my nipple, his groan rumbling against my lips. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, his tongue claiming mine again. A sound vibrates from his chest, deep and rough. It reverberates through me as his hands drift lower, igniting every nerve.

This is it. I know what’s coming next, and I need to clear my head and focus. He showed me what he was capable of in the club’s bathroom, and this would be a bad time to lose my head.

His hand slides into my shorts, slipping lower until his knuckles brush my already damp inner thighs.

“There’s a clock behind me,” he says, his lips grazing my ear. “Tell me when my minute’s up.” Before I can respond, his mouth is on my neck, igniting a shiver as he kisses down to my collarbone. “Ready?”

I don’t answer. I can’t. His fingers drag over my slit, teasing, and my head falls back.

“Ohmygawd.” The words spill out involuntarily as his fingers work my clit, each circle sending waves of ecstasy spiraling through me.

“You’re dripping already,” he says, his tone full of smug satisfaction.

Stars burst in my vision, and I can’t think of a defense when he thrusts two fingers into my pussy, the tension building faster than I ever thought possible. All I can do is grit my teeth and focus on resisting the pleasure that’s consuming every rational thought I have left.

“You’re insufferable,” I groan, my nails digging into his scalp as my hips rock against his hand.

He chuckles, the sound dark and sinful. “Admit it—you love how I make you feel.” His fingers thrust deeper as his palm grinds against my clit. My legs shake in response. “Maybe it turns you on to be at my mercy.”

I want to deny it, but the words won’t come. His fingers curl, hitting that devastating spot that steals the air from my lungs. A broken moan slips from my lips, and his smirk only deepens. “You think you’re in control, but you’re not. Every cry, every plea, the way you fall apart—it’s all mine.”

His words sink into my skin, stirring something raw and visceral inside me.

I force my eyes open to check the time. But when he flicks my clit, my world tilts and a wave of bliss crashes over me.

“Thirty seconds left,” he purrs, his voice like silk. “Plenty of time to ruin you.”

Thirty seconds feels like a fucking eternity right now.

His stare burns with barely contained lust. At least I’m not the only one losing it.

Sensing he has me where he wants me, he doubles down, his rough palm kneading against my clit as his fingers plunge deep, setting a steady, mind-numbing rhythm that has my pussy walls quivering. My eyes roll back in my head. What is he doing? He’s not playing fair—this must be cheating.

“My tattoo will look good on you. I can’t wait to see my mark on your skin.” His voice drops, a rough edge creeping in.

“Nope. Never,” I barely manage to choke out, even as my restraint threatens to shatter.

He thrusts deeper, and his mouth claims mine in a kiss that’s raw and all-consuming. His fingers circle my clit, coaxing me to fall apart for him.

It’s maddening, how he can reduce me to this—a trembling mess at his mercy. My core contracts, responding to every stroke of his fingers, every flick of his thumb. I clench, desperate to hold back, but no amount of willpower can stop the wave threatening to drag me under.

One hard flick against my clit is all it takes—everything inside me detonates… Shit.

My thighs clamp around his hand, and my head falls back as the orgasm tears through me. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle the cry building in my throat, but it doesn’t matter.

He knows I came. He can feel it.

Nikolai’s fingers curl one last time, drawing out the final spasms. He withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth, and sucks them clean, his blue eyes never leaving mine.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous when you lose yourself,” he says, his voice thick. The words land like a weight between us. As I collapse against him, breathless and spent, his praise wraps around me like a warm flame.

For a moment, I stay there, soaking it all in. The steady rhythm of his breathing, his fingers combing through my hair, and his presence anchoring me.

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