Page 66 of Brutal Promise

“Here’s to us,” he says in a wicked, low growl.

I’m at a loss for words. Am I toasting to us? Our glasses clink, and I take a few sips. Dmitry finishes his drink, takes mine from me, and deposits the glasses on the nightstand. Scooping me into his arms, he dumps me on the bed.

“I’m going to take you inch by inch.”

His threat sends shivers up my spine. I’ve never had a man command the bedroom like him. Hell, I’ve never had multiple orgasms, either. Dmitry is bringing me to life. When I walk into a room, he eye-fucks me even when I’m fully clothed.

“I want you to scream my name.” His voice turns raspy against my ear as he nibbles and tugs on my ear lobe.

He strips off his shoes, socks, and jeans. I pull off my top and unfasten my bra. My breasts tumble out, warm and full. He shucks his briefs, and I can’t help but drool at his huge, throbbing cock. I grab him, stroking his enormous length when he leans over me.

The sound of his breath makes when it catches in his throat gives me satisfaction. He may drive me crazy with his lust, but I’m beginning to think I have the same effect on him.

His mouth finds my nipple, and he sucks it while his hand massages my pussy with his palm and fingers. I feel my excitement gush between my legs. My ovaries are exploding as his skilled tongue flicks over my hard nipples.

My fingers are tangled in his hair. I yearn for more, but he stops and stands.

What?

He pulls my buttocks close to the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs, princess.”

I love the sound of his deep voice. My labia swells as his commands float over me like thunderclouds. He has the unique ability to give an order that makes me eager to comply. What can I say? He’s a leader of men and the boss of my vagina.

I spread my legs. He kneels on the plush, carpeted floor and pushes my thighs further apart. The thrill of his touch makes me arch my back off the bed. I grab his hair and fist my hands in its thickness.

His tongue is warm and gentle. He circles it inside my lips and edges closer to my core. His tongue becomes more demanding as he reaches my clit and inserts two fingers inside me, thrusting in and out as he flicks my clit until it hardens. He sucks on it, and I moan.Fuck me.I’ve never known pleasure like this.

I raise my greedy vagina to feel more. He thrusts his fingers deeper, finding my G-spot and rubbing my clit with his thumb. I am so close to reaching a crescendo when he stops.Dammit!

I open my eyes, and he’s above me, licking his fingers.

“You taste sweet,” he murmurs. “Roll over.”

I roll to my stomach. I need him to pleasure me and release me from this ache.

He stands behind me, his hard cock rubbing between my ass cheeks.

“I’m going to take you hard and fast,” he rasps as he plunges into my pussy. I buckle under the force of him and how big he is as he pushes against my walls. My love muscles grip his pulsating cock as ripples of euphoria build.

His hand is in between my shoulder blades, pushing me down, and my nipples find the friction from the duvet pleasurable as he thrusts in and out of me. I cling to the cover like it’s a lifeline. My brain explodes into fireworks, and I scream loud enough for the pilot to hear as I come on his cock.

“That’s good, princess. Now, I’m going to fill you with my cum.” He slams into me, shoots his load, then roars like a lion mating on the Serengeti.

He pulls out and leaves for a second before he returns with a warm cloth, wiping me and pulling me onto the bed. My legs are shot, and I welcome his strong arms lifting me. He places me in the center of the bed and lies beside me, pulling me to his chest. My head rests on his shoulder, my cheek in the crook of his arm. I glance down and run a finger over a scar, tracing its path as I’m lost in thoughts of nothingness, satiated and content.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Mm,” I murmur. Maybe being with him isn’t so bad after all. He’s my beast, and I’m falling for him.

“What are you thinking?”

Hearing his accent, I’m reminded that he’s returning home to his family, and they will be speaking Russian. I won’t be able to follow their conversations and will be in the dark, always the outsider.

“Have you heard from Kirill yet?”

“I probably have an update on my phone. However, it’s in the other room. I’ll let you know.”

“Okay.” I’m overwhelmed by my growing feelings for him and need a distraction. I pull myself into a sitting position. “I’m hungry. Can we finish breakfast?”

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