Page 44 of Jewel of the Assassin
“Roman,” I screech around gritted teeth.
He slaps the other, leaving a blooming handprint there. Eyes fierce with a dominating rage, he twists my nipples, then gropes my tits. “Beg me to fuck you, to ruin this messy cunt, to breed you, my Valya. Say you’ll only ever break for me, beg for me, scream for me. And fucking bear my heirs.”
When I don’t respond because my inner muscles flutter, ready to send me over the edge, he pulls out. I attack him with a vengeance, slapping his head, clawing at his face and hair from the denial. Fucking blade of a cock cutting through me, and he has the gall to leave me hanging!
Seizing my wrists, Roman pins them above my head, smirking wickedly, bobbing his brows. “Fucking love it when you fight me for it, moya zhena,” he growls and lowers his head to bite my throat.
I shriek at his teeth, but also at how his chest rubs the burning crown.
“Goddamn gorgeous tits shaking for me,” he says before closing his heated lips around one hypersensitive nipple. I arch my back, thrusting out my chest.
“More,” I whimper, wrecked and wild. If the Devil had a cock, this would be it. All Seven Deadly Sins in this god in male flesh.
And still, I want more.
Another strike to my breast, but this time, he licks and kisses the red mark from his hand. The circling of his tongue, the drive of his hips, and then one hand lowering to swipe at my clit have me clamping down on him.
“Good girl,” he says, rising. “Coming so sweetly for me. You’re going to come again. Come with me.”
He seizes my throat in a brutal chokehold. It only surges theendorphins more. He punishes me with his massive dick, damaging me forever.
“Take—that—mother—fuck—ing—dick—Val-en-tin-a!” he times each syllable to his ruthless thrusts. “So hot. So tight. So wet. My filthy girl. So pretty for me.”
He goes to war with my cunt, punching his cock in me like a battle hammer, his tortured groan vibrating into me like thunder. Heavy balls slapping.
His eyes prowl every inch of me. Mine blur.
“Now.”
Blackness is closing in.
“Come with me. And fucking scream my goddamnname.”
He lets go, surging air into me at the last second, rocking my body higher, and bringing me down to impale me to the core. Bodies crushed together, I thrash, I claw at the sides of his neck and scream at the top of my lungs,“Roman fucking Makarova.”
He snaps. Kisses me. Thrusting so deep, he strikes my pleasure center. It roars in my mouth. Rattles my bones.
I shatter. I kiss him back. Moaning into him, unraveling.
I convulse around him, gripping him like he’s my lifeline, my body seized by wave after wave of electrifying rapture—orgasmic bliss pulsing through every nerve, veining through me like wildfire.
He spills every drop in me, coming violently with deep, masculine grunts and breaths unlike anything I’ve ever heard.
Almost every drop.
I’ve never been more exhausted, more winded, more ruined, but Roman Makarova has the fucking strength and stamina of a goddamn breeding bull.
He presses me to the dank, dirty ground again, rolling me onto my stomach this time before pulling my hips back and grinding his still-hard cock against my ass.
“Told you, Moya Koroleva. I’m fucking you all night long.”He bends to press his chest to my sweaty back. “And I’ll breed you like the priceless, beautiful bitch you are.”
“Oh, God!” I cry out as he takes my hair, wraps it around his fist, and pulls tight.
He thrusts into me from behind, scorching me with his dick, and fucks me like that, holding my hair and palming my breast until we come so violently, I swear our screams shake the very foundation of his island empire.
My body, my mind can’t take it anymore.
I pass out with him still ejaculating inside me.
