Page 96 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

I wanted to feel his skin under my fingertips; needed to feel him inside me. I pulled my hands to reach for him, forgetting they were tied.

“What-” I cut myself off, and the moment I remembered I was bound, my desire slowly started to extinguish, dissipating.

“Tell me what you want, Olivia. Want my mouth on your pussy?” His firm voice pulled my attention back to the desire swirling for this man. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Yes,” my heart thundered in my chest, my voice breathless. “Please. I want you.”

He lowered down my body, spreading my legs wide, and the moment his mouth covered my sex, an unfamiliar sound traveled up my throat. His mouth on my pussy was too much and not enough as he devoured me.

“Oh my God.”

His mouth was ruthless, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was incredible. He pushed two fingers inside me, and my hips bucked as I cried out. He was merciless with his mouth, like I was his last drop of water, refusing to stop until my body started to seize on the verge of climax.

“Nikolai, please. I need you inside me,” I begged. I couldn’t see him, couldn’t reach for him but my body felt him more than anything ever before.

He lifted my legs and flipped me over. His strong hands grabbed my hips and raised my ass up, propping my knees on the bed.

“Ready?” His voice was deep, sexy, restrained as he aligned himself at my opening. He felt hard and hot, my eagerness to feel him inside me making me bold. I pushed my ass backwards, eager to feel him inside me.

“My love is so eager,” he murmured deep then thrusted into me in one swift move, stretching me wide to accommodate him.

A scream of pleasure left my lips as he grunted at the same time, “Fuck, Olivia.”

“More,” I demanded, pushing back into him.

He pulled back, then drove back in hard, holding nothing back. He was rutting me like a beast, and I loved every hard thrust. My back and head arched back, needing him deeper. My pussy clenched around his cock, and he lost his control. He slammed into me wildly. In and out, he drove harder and faster, getting me closer and closer to the edge with each hard thrust. I had never felt anything so rough, so intense.

“Ahhh,” I screamed out as an orgasm took me by force. My body shook in the most intense pleasure, all my sense of reality lost. Nikolai pounded hard into me again and again, my inner muscles tightening around his cock till he followed me over the edge, filling me with his cum.

The feeling was so intense, my vision swam with white lights, although I was still blindfolded.

“Fuck,” he growled, falling over me. His breathing was hard and rough, matching mine. “You okay?”

I couldn’t answer through my hard breathing and it must have alarmed him. He quickly sat up, unbinding my hands then lifting me into his arms, cradling me.

“Olivia, talk to me.” His voice was a panicked command. He roughly pulled off the blindfold.

My body was still riding high. I blinked my eyes, trying to focus my vision on his beautiful blue eyes.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “We have to do that again,” I barely got the words out, my voice raspy and breathless.

A smile spread over his face and it was even better than sex we just had. Which was fucking amazing.

“You got it,” he murmured through a light chuckle. “Now, you need to rest.”

I nodded. He was right. My body felt sore in the best way possible. I snuggled into him and the moment my eyes closed, sleep swallowed me into the sweet oblivion.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Nikolai

Olivia was my perfect match. The way she trusted me, the way she gave herself to me. It was fucking exhilarating.

When she found me pouring myself a drink, I was engulfed in fear and dread at losing her. Somehow, she had become the whole world to me. I had never felt such heart wrenching fear before. I was scared to death Malcome or Vlad would get their filthy hands on her and take her away from me. Just the thought of it had my rage flaming. Until Malcome and Vlad were dead, there would be a threat looming around. I couldn’t allow that. I wouldn’t allow that.

Sheets shuffled next to me, and I smiled as Olivia curled herself even closer into me. She was small compared to me, almost dainty; her creamy, light skin a stark contrast against mine. Having her in my bed felt so fucking right. Nothing felt as good as having her in my life.

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