Page 40 of Cruel Existence

But he wasn’t done. Every time he dragged his tongue over my clit, I thought it was it. Release was near. But he sucked. He nipped. I begged for more, grinding my hips toward his mouth. My nipples were hard and puckered. I dared run my fingers over my tits and I whispered his name toward the ceiling. My breath was ragged, and the juices flowing from my entrance were slick from him. From this unequivocally dominant sex god lapping at me.

I was in heaven. Maybe it was hell. I couldn’t tell the way my body rode the sensations. He kept me wanting. Needing. Pleading.

I felt the first quiver snap like the release on the end of a bow. I waited for the next vibration. My belly burned from wanting him so badly. Suddenly he thrust a thick finger inside me, and a long moan ripped from my throat. I’d never made that sound in my life. I couldn’t hold off the orgasm any longer. I pounded the keys as it took over, crashing through me. Tearing at my veins. Breaking me. Ripping me apart. Luka pumped in and out, filling me, stretching me, kissing my clit, and sucking my entrance until I was a ragged mess. A second orgasm tore through my body.

The keys clanked while his mouth claimed me. My eyes opened when I realized my body had stilled. Luka was staring at me. He had lowered my legs.

“You’ll hate me if we don’t stop now.” His eyes were darker than usual.

I shook my head, finding my balance on the floor. I threaded my fingers through his. “How could you say that?”

I tugged him to follow me, navigating my way to his bedroom. The bed was a wreck. Sheets strewn across the mattress. I didn’t care. I wanted to be in the center of it with Luka looking down at me. Inside me. Fucking me.

“Amara,” he whispered.

“You told me you wanted me. Didn’t you?”

“I did,” he answered. His voice was deep and husky. His hand slid to my cheek, cupping the side of my face.

“You said we didn’t have to be caught up in our fathers’ wars. Whether it’s the Russian or Italian mafia, we can make our future. Us. The two ofus. Didn’t you?”

“I did.” His thumb ran over my lips. They parted and I tasted the end pad of his thumb. My eyes closed, overwhelmed by him. Even this gentle moment was erotic. My core ached and throbbed for him. I wasn’t going to be satisfied until this man was inside me.

“Then why won’t you give me what I want?” I looked into his eyes. His obsidian pupils swirled. Fire danced with midnight. I saw lust and desire. I saw a dark need. For me.

I shivered. For the first time, I was scared of what I was about to let Luka Novikov do to me.

Seventeen

AMARA

Isat on the edge of his bed, working the front of Luka’s pants. I shrugged them to his ankles, and he stepped out.

“You’re shivering,” he spoke calmly.

I wasn’t going to stop. Nothing would stop me from being with this man.

Next, I worked the fitted athletic boxers down the wide muscular planes of his thighs. My hands caressed the backs of his legs, letting my fingers steal touches of skin and tautness before I turned my full attention to what was right in front of me.

That was when I had my moment of admiration. I had envisioned what his full naked body would look like, but the real Luka, standing in front of me was more beautiful than any dream I had conjured. There was another tattoo that wrapped around his thigh. My palm pressed against it as if it had itsown beating pulse. It was a tree with branches wrapping in all directions. I kissed his skin, running my tongue along the lines of his ink, following the branches one by one. Upward. Inward.

“There’s no coming back from this,” he whispered. “You must know who I am by now, Amara. I’m not a good man.”

“I don’t want to come back from this,” I answered, pulling him toward me. “And you are a good man. I know who you are. Shut up and let me have a turn with your gorgeous body.”

I wanted to taste him the way he had devoured me. My eyes lifted to his, begging him to touch his cock to my lips. I didn’t know if I would beg for it, but something told me I would for the chance to feel him inside my mouth. I wanted every rugged inch of this man. I pushed off the bed and sank to my knees in front of him. My body naked, bare, ready.

He groaned, closing his eyes and offering himself to me. My tongue landed gently on the dewey drop on the head of his erection. My doubts that I could please this man faded when I was with him. Our bodies knew each other in this life and in a past one too, I swore. His hips jutted forward just enough as I parted my mouth and began to take him inside. He hissed as my tongue swirled over the ridges.

“Fuck, that feels good, my littleotyonok,” he growled, wrapping his hands through my hair, playing with the long layers until he had twisted fistfuls in his hands. I felt his restraint. He was holding back from fully thrusting himself to the back of my throat. I wanted to dare him to try me. I wanted to show him I could take him.

He gave me more and more of himself in shallow gulps, letting me coat him with my tongue and mouth, teasing the engorgedvein running along the length of him. My nails raked up the back of his legs, squeezing and massaging him, urging him to fuck me fully, but he had more restraint than I could comprehend. Please, I begged. Please unleash yourself on me.

I moaned, taking him deeper. He staggered closer, groaning as he pulled my head more firmly to his waist. Shit. This was incredible. He smelled like cedar and masculinity. The edges of tobacco seeped in around us. He wrapped his fist against his cock, feeding me more, leading me to the next high.

I dared to open my eyes and when I looked up, Luka was looking at me. My chest hummed wildly. My nipples hardened. I had a desperate need to touch myself and him at the same time, all because of a god damned look from him. There was something in it that reminded me of the first night on Bourbon Street. A look of power and control. A sexy smirk that meant I would fall to my knees for him. Did he know then that one day he would have me like this?

And then he was free from my mouth and towering over me. I pouted, but the energy between us was still urgent. He lifted me from the floor and lowered me to the bed.

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