Page 95 of Brutal Reign
Am I teasing him? Hell yes.
Am I playing with fire? Absolutely.
Am I going to back down? Not a chance.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I say, gesturing to his hand still wrapped around his thick, hard length. “You should always finish what you start.”
I turn to him, running my soapy hands over my breasts, thumbs grazing my nipples until they pebble beneath my touch. I pinch one simply to enjoy his reaction.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he growls, his control clearly fraying.
“Maybe that’s the point.”
“Christ, Hope…” He braces one hand against the tile, stroking himself with the other. “Keep doing that, and this shower is going to end with you glazed in my cum.”
His words send a bolt of lust straight between my legs. Watching Pavel stroke himself while his eyes burn into me is enough to make my knees weak.
“You like putting on a show for me?” he rasps.
“Possibly.” I roll my nipples between slick fingers. “Do you like watching?”
His answer is a guttural noise that shoots straight through my core. He grabs my chin, tilting my face toward his. “Look at me. I love watching you. But I want more. I want all of you.”
He’s talking about more than sex, and we both know it. Part of me wants to run from the intensity in his eyes, but a biggerpart—the part that’s been starving for someone to truly see me—is ready to surrender.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “Anywhere. Just touch me.”
He spins me around and pushes me up against the slick tile, his hand fisting in my hair. His cock, hard and heavy, slides between my ass cheeks.
He drizzles a handful of soap between them, then squeezes my cheeks together, trapping his length as he grinds between them. His other hand reaches around to find my breast.
“Play with your pussy,” he commands. “Show me how badly you want it.”
I obey, slipping my hand between my thighs, fingertips gliding through slick folds before circling my clit with slow, deliberate pressure. I tease myself in lazy spirals, then shift the rhythm just as Pavel bites down on my shoulder, hard enough to make me gasp.
“Good girl,” he growls, towering over me from behind. Like this, our size difference feels even more pronounced. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate and dripping, taking care of yourself while I rut between your ass cheeks.”
My fingers quicken as his hands roam my body, and he uses me exactly how he wants to, a mix of control and surrender that feels intoxicating.
“This feels so good,” I whisper, moving my hips in tight, desperate circles. Sparks crackle through me, and the tension coils into something urgent. I toss my head back and give in to the sensation.
He grips my hair, pulling my head back so he can whisper into my ear, “Stroke your clit faster, angel moy. I want you to scream my name when you come.”
I obey, stroking myself faster, rocking against my hand. The tension coils tighter and tighter until I can’t take it anymore.
He surges forward, his hands cup my breasts, thumbs swiping over my nipples, then he pinches them hard, giving me the sharp bite of pain I crave.
I cry out his name as I come, my body jerking against my hand. I feel unmoored, like my soul left my body and is only now floating back down.
When he turns me around, there’s something reverent in his eyes, like he can’t believe I’m real. This man, who commands fear and obedience from everyone else, looks at me like I’m his weakness.
Our mouths crash together in a kiss that’s savage and breathless. His teeth catch my bottom lip, and I bite back, his groan vibrating through me. When we break apart, we’re both panting.
“You need more, don’t you, baby? You need all of me.” When I nod, he grunts his approval. “That’s good, because I need to be inside you again, to feel you milk every drop of cum from my cock.”
My fingers wrap around the base of his thick length, lingering, taking in how the veins bulge along the shaft like a road map. He’s so hard and hot in my palm it makes my mouth water. I stroke him once, twice, letting my thumb tease the swollen head, slick with precum.
Before I can keep teasing, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and presses my back to the tile wall. Water rushes down over us, steam curling around our bodies.
