Page 38 of Devious Madness

The silence stretches out between us until it’s almost a third party in the room.

He groans. “You didn’t say no.”

In the next moment, he drags me from the couch. I’m barely on my feet before he hoists me over his shoulder, providing my bare, sore ass with another hard smack as he carries me through the cabin.

“Rurik!” I’m tossed onto a bed, where I bounce twice before settling.

He stands at the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths and his nostrils flaring as he continues to stare down at me. I scramble to the top of the bed, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the predatory look in his eyes.

“Take off the shirt,” he orders.

His hands pump at his sides, like he’s trying not to dive onto the bed and rip it off for himself.

Slowly, I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up over my torso, dropping it to the floor once it’s off.

Now that he sees me. All of me, what little confidence I pretended to have rolls away and I cover my chest with my arms.

But I should have known he wouldn’t allow that.

It’s not that I’m embarrassed about my small breasts; it’s only if I see any sort of disappointment in his eyes, I’m going to want to kill him.

The bed dips when he climbs on, making his way toward me like a lion stalking his prey. His eyes are wild with urgency.

He pulls my arms away and looks down at my nakedness.

A low, guttural grown escapes from deep in his chest as he licks his lips.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He moans it, like it’s not the compliment it’s meant to be, but yet another strike against me.

But his eyes, the way they roam over my body, devouring me with just a look, warms my skin. It spreads deeperwithin until I’m no longer trying to cower away from his eyes.

I grow bolder, rolling my shoulders back and lifting my chin.

He blankets me with his body as he kisses me.

No, kissing makes it sound gentle. And this man isn’t gentle. I’ve never felt more alive, my blood heating beneath his passion.

My mouth feels bruised when he pulls back, the look of need and want in his eyes startling me. Again, he runs his tongue over his lips, like he’s just had a small taste of what he really wants.

He moves lower on my body, pressing hot kisses to my neck, my chest until he gets to my breasts.

“Fucking perfect,” he moans as he grabs my breasts, squeezing until he has a handful, and then brings his mouth down over my nipple.

I groan with the sensation of his teeth scraping over me.

He mutters something in Russian I don’t understand, but from the animalistic way he says it, I get that he’s not talking about the weather.

Arching my back, I moan as he sinks his teeth into my breast. It hurts, but in the best possible way. I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want him to stop.

“Fuck.” He bites his way down my body, leaving a small trail of marks behind.

“Spread your legs for me,” he orders even as he grips my knees.

I want to tease him. I want to tell him no to see what he’lldo, but when I look into his blazing hot eyes, all I want to do is give in to him.

He sinks his teeth into my thigh and when I cry out from it, he flashes me an arrogant grin that sets my insides on fire.

“Rurik, you don’t have…I mean…I don’t usually…” I’m not even sure what I’m trying to tell him.

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