Page 39 of Sinful Embers

"Yes," I whimper, rocking against his hand. "Please, Radomir."

He moves swiftly, tearing my panties down my legs and positioning himself between my thighs. His erection is thick and rigid, the tip teasingly probing at my entrance. My nails dig into his back as I brace myself.

He enters me with one forceful thrust.

A sharp gasp escapes from my throat as he fills me entirely, stretching me, taking possession of me in the way only he can. My body clenches around him, needy and insatiable.

"Damn," he groans, his fingers gripping my hips so tightly that I know there will be bruises. "You feel perfect, Leigh. So tight."

He begins to move then, setting a relentless rhythm. Each stroke is powerful and deep, pulling me higher and higher into blissful oblivion.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he growls, his breath hot against my ear

"Yes," I choke out. "Yes."

“Did you miss me? Did you miss feeling my cock slamming deep inside your tight pussy?” He impales himself inside of me with intensity.

“Yes, yes, please, please, give it to me harder.” I’m desperate to reach the summit as my hips gyrate in time to his. “I need you so much.”

He leans forward his teeth nipping my neck. The pleasure intensifies like a wildfire, spiraling out of control as his thrusts become harder—faster hitting that secret spot inside me. My body clenches around him as an orgasm engulfs me like a ferocious storm.

"Rad—" My cry is stifled by his mouth as he claims my lips in a passionate kiss, his hips continuing their relentless motion, pursuing his own release.

But then—

Something shifts.

The air around us changes.

Radomir's hands tighten on my wrists, yanking them above my head. His body stiffens, no longer warm, and I nolonger feel safe with him. His deep blue eyes darken, filling with something cold and merciless.

I blink up at him in confusion, my post-orgasmic haze dissipating.

"Radomir?" I whisper.

The world around me shatters.

The bed disappears. The warm sheets vanish.

Suddenly, I’m cold. Exposed.

I'm no longer beneath Radomir.

I'm bent over a cold silver table, my bare skin pressed against the unforgiving surface. My arms are stretched wide, wrists shackled to the metal. My ankles are locked to the floor, my legs spread apart, leaving me utterly vulnerable.

"What did you do, Leigh?" His voice is razor-sharp, slicing through my skin like a blade. "I know it was you."

Panic explodes inside me. Radomir forces my chin onto a rest that looks like one of those you put your legs in for a gynecological exam.

He shoves his cock that is straining against his cotton pants into my face, laughing and his voice has now changed. It’s rougher with a hint of a Russian accent.

“There. That’s just the right height for my cock to slide into that lying mouth of yours.”

“Why are you doing this?” Confusion and fear flood through me.

"You have their blood on your hands." His breath is hot against my ear as he leans beside next to it to whisper. "You know what that means for you. Especially in my world.”

“What did I do?” I cry it’s getting harder to speak in this position.

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