Page 98 of Vendetta Vows

"Look at yourself." Ruslan points at the mirror.

I obey without thinking, shifting my gaze to the mirror while continuing to work his length. My heart skips when I do.

The woman in the reflection is someone I barely recognize. My pupils are blown wide, my skin flushed, hair wild from Ruslan's grip. My lips are swollen and stretched around his cock. I look unhinged. Desperate. Completely consumed by desire.

This isn't Jamie Fields hiding from a monster. This isn't even Aurora Castellanos playing it safe.

This is me, whoever I truly am, finally letting go.

I pull back, releasing him from my mouth with a wet pop. My voice comes out as a ragged whisper.

"Make me watch." I gesture toward the mirror. "I want to see you fuck my face."

Ruslan's eyes darken. "Are you sure?"

Even now when I'm on my knees before him and when I've practically begged him to take control, he still checks.

He still makes sure that this is what I want.

Something warm blooms in my chest that has nothing to do with lust.

"Yes," I whisper. "Please."

A corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip before pressing it into my mouth, holding it open. With his other hand, he guides his cock back to my waiting lips.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror," he commands. "I want you to see exactly what I see."

Then he pushes forward, filling my mouth completely.

My eyes flutter closed for just a moment as Ruslan's cock hits the back of my throat.

"Eyes open," he growls. "Look at yourself."

I force my eyes open, moaning around his thick length as I take in my reflection. My cheeks are flushed pink. Saliva drips down my chin. His tattooed hands grip my hair tightly, controlling my movements.

"See how beautiful you look with my cock down your throat?"

I whimper in response, unable to form words. My throat burns deliciously with each thrust. He's holding back. I can feel the tension in his grip, the careful way he watches my reactions.

The mirror shows everything. My swollen lips stretched wide. The way my throat bulges when he pushes deep. The desperate hunger in my eyes that I barely recognize.

"Such a good girl," he growls. "My good girl."

His pace quickens but never loses that edge of control. He knows exactly how much I can take. My hands grip his thighs for balance as he fucks my mouth harder.

I don't look away from my reflection. I can't look away. The woman in the mirror is transformed. Wild on her knees, yet impossibly free.

This is who I am with him. Who I want to be.

My core throbs with need as he hits the back of my throat again and again. Tears of exertion gather in my eyes, but I keep them open and locked on the mirror.

For him.

For this beautiful dangerous man using my mouth for his pleasure.

Ruslan tightens his grip on my hair, and a perfect mix of pleasure and pain dances across my scalp.

"Are you ready,zarechka?" His voice is strained, barely controlled.

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