Page 73 of Devious Madness

“Because I’m injured, and if you don’t behave, I’ll have to punish you. It could open my wound. And you’d have to stitch me up all over again.”

“This is blackmail.”

He grins. “Not quite. But close.”

He cups my breasts again, squeezing them, and leans into me, bringing his mouth to one nipple.

“So be good and let me suck on your tits.” Before I can think to protest, he wraps his mouth around my areola and sucks, flicking the tip of his tongue over my pebbled nipple.

“Fuck, you have beautiful breasts,” he says before placing a warm kiss between them and moving to my other nipple.

Everything in my body goes numb, but only for a second before sensation rages back, fully electrified. He moves one hand behind me, holding me in place as his teeth rake over me.

I squeal when he bites down.

“Rurik!” It hurts, blissfully so.

When he releases me, he flashes a knowing grin.

“Take your pants off, Mira,” he orders.

It’s not the way he says it that makes me jump off his knee and obey; it’s the dark clouds swirling in his eyes. The way his left eyebrow lifts just enough to show he means business without all the chest thumping.

“Stand here.” He spreads his legs open further, putting me in between them.

His hands are warm against my skin when he rests them on my hips. Pulling me forward, he shuffles me as close as I can get to him without falling into his lap.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he orders roughly, his mouth hovering only a breath away from my breast.

I obey, just this once, because he’s had a rough night.

He takes one nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make me whimper. He doesn’t stop there.Making his way across my chest, he places little bites every few inches.

Some are hard enough to make me jolt, but his grip on my hips keeps me in place. His fingers dig enough into my flesh to signal I’m not going anywhere.

When he’s done, small bite marks cover my chest. He inspects his work with a proud grin.

If he knew what was happening between my legs, his ego would skyrocket to the moon.

“Beautiful.” He licks one of the marks that’s deeper than the others.

He slips his hand between my thighs, dragging his nails along the sensitive flesh there until he reaches my pussy. I groan as his fingers glide through my folds.

“So wet for me.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple as he slides two fingers into me.

When he pulls them back out, he locks eyes with me as he brings them to his mouth.

He stands from the chair so abruptly; I have to take a step back to keep from getting knocked over. His hands are in my hair, fisting me at the scalp, while his mouth crashes over mine.

It’s intense, and sudden, and so fucking hot I can barely catch my breath. I can taste myself on his tongue. My scent clings to his lips.

The jangle of a belt buckle sends a firestorm through my body.

He shoves his pants down and wraps his armaround my waist at the same time. I’m swept into his lap, straddling his thighs.

“You’re going to ride me.” He grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks as he lines up his dark eyes with mine. “Hard, baby, ride me hard.”

He’s fisting his cock. A small bead of moisture rests just at the tip. I lick my lips.

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