Page 71 of A Pawn in the Game
His eyes widen, like the idea hasn’t even come up. “Yeah, something like that.”
My voice drops. “Hopefully, it would mean I would be free.” My fingers fidget in my lap. “Unless I know too much. In that case, I would be…” I motion my finger across my throat and let out an awkward chuckle.
Luka doesn’t laugh. No, he looks two hundred pounds heavier as his shoulder slump. “I’d set you free in the blink of an eye if I could. Fuck…” He runs a hand through his hair.
Warmth creeps up my body, but not in a nice, comfortable way. It feels more like a fever, the tiny flames dancing on my skin while my sweat glands activate. So I change the subject. “I don’t think I can fall asleep. Do you think you could help me?” I brave a peek at him, licking my suddenly dry lips.
His jaw twitches imperceptibly as his eyes grow hooded. “You sure?”
All that warmth, all those flames gather low in my belly. My teeth find their way into my bottom lip, and I nod.
He gestures his head toward the bed. I jump up, my heart in my throat. He downs another sip of the rakia before getting up. My ass perched on the very end of the bed, I watch him as he stalks toward me, almost in slow motion.
Finally, he stops an inch from me. He’s enormous. His finger lifts my chin, bending my neck to look at him.
“I don’t want to hurt you today.” His voice is low, dripping like warm tea on a sick day.
I swallow. “Ok.”
The thought fills me with dread. I want the pain. I need it. But I need to feel him more.
Each leg is followed by a dull thud as he drops to his knees in front of me. I’m barely breathing. Our faces level, he places a hand on my nape and draws me closer, fusing our mouths together. I taste the rakia on his tongue, but it doesn’t disgust me. No, I want more, returning the kiss with all the passion I have. His lips consume mine, rough and unforgiving. Oxygen is scarce as he devours me, but it seems so unnecessary. Darkness creeps up my vision and he pulls away, not even an inch, pressing his forehead to mine. Our breaths race, awaiting his next move. He drops a hand from my nape and lifts my hoodie. I raise my arms, helping him. He repeats the process on my tank top, but I don’t feel naked. His gaze covers me like a soft blanket.
Gently, he pushes my shoulders to make me lie down. I stare at the black chandelier, my heart beating out of my chest. His fingers sneak into the waistband of my pants, peeling the last scraps of clothing off me. My breath hitches. I’m in one place I tried to avoid pretty much my whole life—display. My tits are on display, my pussy is on display, but worst of all, my scars are on display. Liquid rushes to the corners of my eyes before his palms trace my thighs. The touch is feather light but enough to make me inhale deeply. The soft pillows of his lips follow his palms, landing kisses on my most vulnerable spot. The spot I felt ashamed of for so long. I blink rapidly, and the lone tear trickles down my temple, finding its way into my hair. He continues his path up to the sensitive spot above my pussy.
I exhale a shaky breath, my fingers holding on to the sheets below me. He spreads my knees wide, lifting my feet to place them on the edge of the bed.
“I-I…” I stutter, but his cool breath lands on my slit, removing all thoughts from my brain.
He lands a long lick over my core, and I let out a low moan. His hands spread me open, while he kisses my pussy as passionately as he did my mouth, licking, and sucking and nipping at my clit. The sensation is so foreign, yet so natural, that my skin prickles with goosebumps, my nipples pebble with anticipation, and my eyes close with pleasure.
I start to shake after only a minute, my nerve endings ready for the grand finale, but he draws back.
“Wh-what…” I mumble but stop once my gaze connects to his feral eyes. I never saw them quite as dark, not even when he was blinded by rage and pummeling Zvone’s face into the floor.
“On me. Now,” he barks.
I watch, still dumbfounded as he discards his clothes in record speed and lies next to me. He doesn’t wait for me to catch up. Rather, he grabs his hard dick roughly before lifting me up like a puppet and lowering me to his stomach. My knees have no options but to straddle him. My eyes are wide as myhands grab the sculpted muscles of his torso, entranced by the sight.
“Ride me,mila.”
Hesitantly, I lift my hips, revealing his rock-hard cock twitching on his stomach. My mouth waters and I get the urge to do something I have never done before.
My pussy clenches with disapproval, but the thought turns compulsive and I’m unable to resist. Not daring to look at him, I scoot down low on the bed, making space between his knees. My hand wraps around his thick length. The skin is silky smooth, but its head is wet with precum.
“You don’t hav…” he says, followed by a hiss when I land a nervous lick to the pink slit.
His thigh muscles clench, and it steels my resolve. My grip on his cock tightens. I suck in the tip, just like I do with an ice cream cone that’s starting to melt. He lets out a moan. My core tingles with need, dripping all over the sheets. I’m captivated by the idea of his cock in my mouth. I lick him from root to tip, using enough spit so that my hand glides over him easily.
A low grunt escapes him, encouraging me to really take him into my mouth. I open wide, trying to fit as much of him as I can. I don’t get far, so I try again, pushing my head low enough he hits the back of my throat. My eyes roll to the back of my head. He lets out a desperate, “Fuck…” and I repeat the same thing.
With urgency, his hands snake into my hair, keeping it away from my face. My nails dig into his thighs as I try again and again, sucking him gently on the way out. I swirl my tongue around the head. His hands have a tight grip on my hair, but he’s not using them the way I want him to. I use my hand to push my head lower, showing him what I want. He picks it up straight away, putting pressure on the back of my head.
I gag. My nipples are two stiff peaks, begging for attention, so I roll them between my fingers as he fucks my mouth. The feeling’s addictive. The pinch in my throat. The shortness of breath.Adrenaline overtakes me, my brain focused on one thing only. Getting more of this.
On a particularly deep thrust and loud groan, Luka yanks my head off him.
“Fuck,mila.This is too good.” His eyes are feral, his hair a mess. “I won’t be able to hold off.” He bites into his lower lip, strong enough I’m scared he will hurt himself. “Come here.” He picks me back up as if I weigh nothing, placing me back to straddle him. He wastes no time lining his dick with my pussy. “Now fucking ride it.”
