Page 66 of Savage Reign

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

NIKOLAI

Her body surrenders tome as I slip the handle of the knife inside her tight cunt, dragging it along a sensitive spot that makes her gasp. Slick with need, she clenches around it. I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, relishing the way she squirms, her hips rocking forward. A sound between a sob and a moan escapes her.

I knew I’d never be able to go through with it. The idea of making her scream, of causing her any kind of pain, makes me feel physically ill.

When she put her small hand on my chest and said, “I don’t think you want to hurt me,” I knew she could see through my lies.

She was right.

But I still have a job to do. If I can’t show Roman the real thing, I’ll give him something that looks just as convincing.

Right now, Roman, the Syndicate, and the casinos are far from my mind. The only thing I care about is making her come so hard she sees stars.

Her head is thrown back, and from my vantage point between her legs, I can see her beautiful pussy flutter around the handle with every stroke inside her. When she starts to lose herself, I pull it out, leaving her empty.

She whimpers, her lips parting in protest, but I don’t give her what she wants. Instead, I run my tongue over the length of the ivory handle, teasing her, watching as her chest heaves with frustration and need.

“God, you taste good,” I rasp. Leaning forward, I graze my teeth over the soft curve of her neck. Her breath hitches as I trail my lips up to her ear. “I love having you at my mercy. Desperate to come.”

The sight of Sofiya, bound and exposed, her flushed skin glowing under the dim light, is more intoxicating than I could’ve dreamed. Her dusky nipples are tight, begging for my attention. I carefully work the knife’s handle back inside her, moving with slow, deliberate strokes as my mouth trails along her collarbone, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath my lips.

“Nikolai.” Her voice is hoarse, a warning, but I don’t stop. I thrust the handle into her pussy again and again, watching the way she reacts, entirely at my mercy.

“You’ve been such a good girl, playing along so beautifully. I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Her wide eyes meet mine as I spread her thighs wider, enjoying the way she gasps, every inch of her exposed to me. Her sex glistens, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling my nostrils. It makes me fucking light-headed.

“You’re perfect, Sofiya,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust. “And you’re mine.”

“Nikolai,” Sofiya whimpers. “Please…”

“Please, what?” I blow against her slick folds, my lips brushing close enough to make her thighs quiver.

She lets out a broken moan, her hips lifting in silent desperation. A low chuckle escapes me as I press a teasing kiss to her inner thigh. “Use those pretty lips to tell me what you need, or I’ll have to find another way to occupy that mouth.”

“I-I need your tongue on me.”

My fingers curl carefully around the flat side of the blade, avoiding the sharp edge as I ease the ivory handle back into her slick pussy. Her wetness coats it, each slow thrust making her moan louder.

A groan escapes me as I lower my head, my lips finding her swollen clit. Her musky flavor explodes on my tongue, consuming me completely. I feast on her like I’ll never get enough, her cries only spurring me on.

Her body tightens as I pull the knife free, replacing it with my tongue, plunging deep into her soaked heat. My hands grip her thighs, holding her steady as she bucks against my face.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” I growl, my lips wet with her arousal. “So sweet. So perfect.” Sofiya’s head thrashes, incoherent pleas spilling from her lips. Her nails dig into the arms of the chair, and her legs quiver with need as her hips move wildly, chasing her release.

The sight of her coming apart makes my cock ache. I press my palm against the bulge, rubbing myself through the fabric to relieve the pressure, but it’s not enough. Nothing will be enough until I bury myself inside her again.

I slide the handle back into her tight cunt, pumping it in rhythm with the circles of my tongue. Her cries grow louder, her thighs quaking as I tease her. There’s a sick satisfaction in knowing that she’s letting go despite herself, that I drive her so wild she can’t resist.

“Oh God, oh fuck. Don’t stop—I’m so close!”

She writhes, her wetness dripping down my chin as the sounds of her pleasure fill the room. Replacing the knife with my fingers, I curl them inside her, pressing into that perfect spot that makes her buck violently, turning her cries into screams.

“Let go for me,” I order. “Come on my tongue, Sofiya. Soak me.”

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