Page 72 of Beautiful Cruelty

I lower myself carefully to my knees, pulse racing at how exposed I am—completely naked except for the heavy necklace hanging around my throat.

Vadim's hand tangles in my hair, gripping firmly but not painfully.

"Look at me," he commands.

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, finding his eyes dark with desire. The sight makes heat pool between my legs.

“Good girl.”

The praise hits me like it did at the Vorobyov event, sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body. My nipples tighten into aching peaks and my pussy clenches again. I've neverreacted this way to those words before him, but something about the way he says them—dark and possessive—unlocks something primal inside me.

His other hand traces along my jawline, thumb brushing across my bottom lip. I fight the urge to take it into my mouth. The necklace shifts with each breath, a constant reminder of my nakedness, my vulnerability, how completely at his mercy I am in this moment.

"Is this what you wanted?" I whisper, my voice breathy and trembling slightly.

"Yes," he growls, tightening his grip. "Exactly what I wanted."

I reach back to unclasp the necklace, but Vadim's hand catches my wrist. His grip is firm but gentle as he guides my hand back down.

"Leave it on," he commands, voice dark with desire.

A shiver runs through me at his tone.

His fingers trail along the necklace. “I want to ruin something beautiful.”

Heat floods my cheeks at his implication. "These diamonds are expensive."

“I’m not talking about the necklace.” His thumb traces my bottom lip.

My heart races at his words. The weight of the diamonds against my throat reminds me of just how different our worlds are. How much power he has.

"Anything else?" I wet my lips. "Darling?"

"Just one." His eyes darken as his grip tightens in my hair. "Don't you dare look away. I want to stare into those big innocent eyes and see the moment I turn you into a hungry little cumslut."

Vadim's fingers move to his belt buckle, the metallic click echoing in the room. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him unzipping his pants. The heavy necklace shifts against my throat with each rapid breath.

When he frees his cock, my eyes widen. I knew it was big when I grabbed at it through his pants in the car, but seeing it in person makes my pussy clench with a new excitement and apprehension. The thick head is already glistening with precum as he wraps his hand around the base.

"Open," he commands, pressing the tip against my lips.

I part them obediently, heart racing as I feel the weight of him on my tongue. He's so thick I have to stretch my jaw to accommodate him. The taste of salt and musk fills my mouth as he pushes deeper.

"Good girl,zvyozdochka," he purrs, sending fresh shivers down my spine.

His praise makes me moan around his length, which only seems to encourage him. The diamonds of the necklace catch the light with each bob of my head along its length.

His little star.

The heart of his constellation.

My core throbs with need as I look up at him through my lashes, watching his face contort with pleasure. A new thought thrums through my body.

Even though I'm the one on my knees, somehow it feels like I have all the power over him in this moment.

I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, wanting—needing—to hear more of those dark sounds of approval rumbling from his chest. His grip tightens in my hair as I work my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock.

"That's it,zvyozdochka. Nice and slow and dirty."

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