Page 21 of Tarnished Queen

“You asked for a punishment. Punishment is what you’re getting.” Then he takes his finger away entirely, and I’m afraid he’s going to leave me like this. “Now, be a good girl and roll over.”

I flip onto my stomach. Nikolai grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. His warm legs step between mine, and then I feel him poised at my opening. He slides himself up and down until I go cross-eyed with need.

I shimmy my hips back, desperate to take him in.

“Nuh-uh,” Nikolai warns, pressing a heavy hand to my lower back and pinning me to the bed. “Not until I say.”

He teases me for what feels like forever before he finally, mercifully, nudges against my opening and slides inside. But just as the first wave of relief moves through me, he stops. One agonizing inch into me, Nikolai pulls out. Then he puts that inch in again.

It’s like dying out in a desert and being given a single drop of water. I take it gladly, but I need so much more.

“Nikolai,” I groan. “Please.”

He ignores me, pressing his palm harder into my spine as he torments me with the tip of him until I’m practically sobbing into the mattress.

My thighs are quaking, and I can feel cramps working up the backs of my legs as my body strains towards the climax I just can’t reach on my own. Not without Nikolai’s help.

“I need you,” I cry, looking back over my shoulder. But seeing Nikolai doesn’t ease my torment. His jaw is clenched, turning his already chiseled face into a work of art. Sweat dots his upper lip and dampens the curls over his forehead. It’s a reminder that this man is real. Flesh and blood, no matter how improbable that seems at times.

And I betrayed him.

I agreed to work with his enemies against him. Even if I was a shitty spy who never gave away crucial information, I turned my back on him.

Which seems impossible now. I can’t take my eyes off of him.

He looks down at me, and in this moment, I’d give him absolutely anything.

“I’m sorry.” My words are breathless. “I’m… I’m so sorry. For everything.”

Nikolai’s dark brow quirks. Then, without looking away, he thrusts all the way home.

“Is this what you wanted?” Nikolai asks in a groan as I let out a frantic scream into the mattress.

I nod desperately and moan again. “Yes. This is what I—”

“No more talking. Show me.”

I extend my arms in front of me, rising up onto spread knees, and descend down his length. He fills me as if our bodies were made for this. Like we were created from the same mold, two pieces meant to connect in just this way.

I can’t even remember why I started this. What my goal was in seducing Nikolai. Being filled to the brim with him, it’s laughable that I’d ever think I could take him inside of me without losing my mind. As if I could engage in this and do anything aside from fall apart in every delirious moment.

I swirl down his length and press back into him. I grind our bodies together. I clench my inner muscles around him until he hisses out quiet Russian curses and bites down on my shoulder.

But when he wraps his hand around my waist and passes his finger over my clit, the last of my control is gone.

“Touch me,” I beg. “Fuck me.”

Nikolai takes over. He circles me with one hand and uses the other to still me so he can pound into my body. It only takes two thrusts for me to crumble. A current of warmth like I’ve never felt before floods my system as my body clamps down around him.

“I can feel you coming,” Nikolai growls. “Such a good littlekiska.”

Nikolai follows a second later. I can feel him coming, too. Heat blooming inside of me.

He drives home into me once more and then drapes himself over my back. His cheek is heavy on my shoulder blade and the rush of air as he lets out a bone-deep sigh ghosts across my skin.

For a second, everything between us feels normal. I can imagine turning around and seeing his full lips spread in a sex-dazed smile. My body anticipates the soothing touch of his hands on me as we disengage and right ourselves.

But there is none of that.

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