Page 35 of Delicious Prey

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers up my side and along the rounded side of my breast.

I grab his hand and scoot it over so his palm is resting against my heart. “You told me that you wanted in here, that you wouldn’t sleep with me until you were in here and in here,” I say, tapping on the side of my head. “You’re already in my head, Kirill. You have been since I first saw you.”

“And here?” he asks, pressing harder against my chest. “Am I in here too, zaika?”

“I don’t want to get hurt,” I whisper.

“I would never hurt you.”

“Maybe not physically, but it would hurt me if you can’t be faithful. You mentioned mistresses the other night, and I know that’s common for men in your line of work, men who are involved in the mafia.”

I’m fumbling over my words while he just keeps staring at me, looking sexy as hell. Finally, he says, “It would bother you if I had a mistress?”

“Yes,” I say, and just the idea of it has my blood pressure rising. He feels my heart speed up, sees the red flush of my skin, and grins.

“I’m very happy to hear that.”

“I’m glad you’re so thrilled, but you didn’t answer my question.”

He laughs at my tone, but then his face turns serious when he leans closer. Keeping his hand pressed against my heart, he uses his other hand to grab mine and bring it to the cock that’s still jutting out between us.

“This belongs to you, little bunny, and only you. No other woman will ever have it. I promise I will always be faithful to you. Every single part of me is yours.”

He grips my hand, forcing me to hold him tighter as he slowly works himself. I feel the strength in him, the way my thumb can’t reach my fingers because he’s too damn big, and I start to feel a pinprick of fear. There’s no way in fuck he’s going to fit inside me. He’s just too damn big, and why the hell I ever thought otherwise is a complete mystery to me.

“You feel what you do to me?” He uses my hand to stroke himself even harder. “You feel how hard you make me?”

I look down and stare as another bead of pre-cum forms before spilling out and dripping down his length, wetting my fingers even more. He’s covered in his own arousal, and knowing that I’m the cause of this, that I’m the one who made his body react so strongly is making me downright giddy. It’s a rush of power, knowing that a man as dangerous and sexy as Kirill wants me and only me. He already looks like he’s about to lose control at any second, and when I start to lower my head, he lifts a dark brow at me as he tightens that chiseled jaw again.

“I always thought of myself as a man who has excellent control over himself, but you test me like no one else ever has, little bunny.”

I keep my eyes on his and run my tongue over the head of his cock, lapping and probing at his slit. He hisses out a breath and runs his fingers through my hair, fisting it tight enough to force me off him.

“You never answered my question,” he reminds me. Releasing the tight grip on my hair, he brings one hand down, cupping my breast and grazing his fingers over where my heart is beating a fast, crazed rhythm. “Am I in here, zaika?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He widens his fingers, pinching my nipple between them and squeezing it hard enough to make me gasp.

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” It comes out in a breathy rush, and when he fists my hair tighter with his other hand, and lowers me back to his cock, I lick my lips and meet his eyes.

Pupils blown with one dark brow raised, he says, “Show me,” and squeezes my nipple even tighter between his fingers.

He’s not asking me to tell him I love him. He’s asking me to show him with my body how I feel about him, and that’s exactly what I do. Gripping his shaft, I angle him where I want him and then close the distance between us. Instead of just taking him in, I kiss his slit, slowly working my way around his head, nipping and licking and running my tongue along the ridge of skin that connects to his shaft. When I flick my tongue against him, he groans and fists my hair tighter, trying to keep himself under control.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls when I run my tongue down his length, moving my hand so I can get all of him.

I take my time, moaning my own pleasure as I savor every damn inch of him, covering him in my spit and letting him feel how much I love him with every kiss, every nip, every swipe of my tongue. By the time I wrap my lips around his head and suck him into the wet heat of my mouth, the poor guy is practically panting. He’s switched to Russian, growling out god knows what as I take him in some more and run my fingers over his heavy, full balls. When I gag, I don’t stop. I keep going, letting my tears and spit fall, degrading myself in the best possible way for him.

He rolls my nipple between his fingers, causing a dizzying wave of pleasure to run through me as I moan and push past the uncomfortableness of having him so deep in my throat. When I’m satisfied, I stop and wait. I can’t meet his eyes from this angle, but he knows I can’t breathe and that I’m putting myself completely in his hands. Spit puddles at the base of his cock as my lungs start to burn. He gives my nipple one last pinch before threading his fingers through my hair again, lifting up the strands so there’s nothing obscuring his view.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs when another tear slips free. “My little bunny willingly choking on my cock for me. Such a good fucking girl, baby.”

When my lungs start screaming for air and I let out a whimper, he lazily caresses my forehead with his thumb as if we have all the time in the world.

“You have no idea how badly I want to keep you here until you pass out, zaika.”

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