Page 76 of Ruby Mercy

Without any hesitation, I twist my ankles behind his back and cling to him. If he wants me off, he’ll have to bust out the jaws of life.

Kirill lays me out on the long, rectangular table in the middle of the room. He sweeps his arm, and I hear coffee mugs clattering and liquid dripping onto the floor. I may be a maid by trade, but I can’t find it within me to care about the mess.

He’ll destroy the world for me and build it anew, so I know he’ll destroy a boardroom, too. Right now, I hope he does.

I arch into him, trying to dispel any air space between us. I feel the hard length of his desire against my thigh. He exhales sharply, so I do it again.

“Rayne,” he growls, pulling away from me. “Take off your clothes.”

I get as far as reaching for the hem of my shirt before he unsnaps my jeans and wrenches them down my body. I yelp in surprise as my thighs hit the cold table, but then Kirill’s palm smooths over the front of my panties and I’m on fire.

He cups my center and leans forward, kissing a line from my hip bone to my belly button. His tongue drags down the center of my body, and I think I might actually combust.

I grab his hair and pull him over me, smashing our lips together with the sparse amount of grace and restraint I have left. As I swirl my tongue into his mouth, he slides his finger into my panties.

“You’re already wet,” he whispers against my cheek.

His fingers dip into my wetness and drag higher. He swirls around the apex of me. The touch is gentle, but I nearly jerk off the table.

“Steady.” His other hand is firm against my hip, pinning me down as he works me in and out of knots. “You don’t always have to fight, Rayne. You can lie back and let me take care of you.”

Muscle by muscle, bone by bone, I let myself relax into the table.

Kirill pulls my shirt up to my collarbone with his teeth and kisses the swell of my breasts. All the while, he’s massaging sweet heat between my thighs.

When his fingers inch downward and press into my opening, I let my legs fall apart.

“Good girl.” His teeth pull at my nipple. My senses are torn between pressure and pain and pleasure. It’s overwhelming. “Open all the way for me.”

One finger and then two. I whimper as he works into me in deep, even strokes.

“Kirill. It feels—” I tighten my fists in his hair, the words escaping me.

He kisses my chin and swirls his thumb across my clit, effectively eliminating the chance of anything coherent coming out of my mouth again.

“If you let me, I can make you feel good,” he says, curling his fingers into me. “But you have to let me. You have to give yourself to me.”

Suddenly, he wraps his hand around my wrists and pins them to the table above my head. I arch my back, fighting against his hold even while I hope he never lets me go.

The thrusting between my thighs is growing faster. With each pull, he’s stroking places inside of me I hardly knew existed. The pressure in my body is ramping up, hissing for release.

“Give yourself to me,” he commands. “Release.”

Just like that:boom.

The orgasm tears through me as if it answers to Kirill. Before I can prepare, my body is pulsing around his fingers, dragging him deeper as I cry out to the ceiling.

“Good girl,” he says again, stroking me back down to Earth. He releases my wrists and trails a finger down my cheek. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”

I should be limp and spent, but the moment my body is back in my control, I sit up and hug Kirill to me. I bite his neck and his chest.

As my fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt, he leans his head back and laughs. “That wasn’t enough?”

“Never,” I whimper. “It will never be enough.”

I slip my hand inside his waistband and stroke his erection through his boxers… just as my phone rings.

I freeze, but Kirill shakes his head. “Ignore it.”

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