Page 17 of Twisted Empire: King's Gambit

My breaths come in shallow gasps the more his fingers work around the bundle of nerves, and as much as I want to hate this or push him away … I don’t.

Instead, I stand there in complete submission, allowing the man who took my freedom to play with my pussy. He dips a finger inside of me and groans when he finds me wet.

“Is this all for me?” he says, and I can hear the grin in his voice. Then he spins me around and captures my mouth in a kiss that leaves me stunned out of my fucking mind.

I moan into his mouth as he continues to kiss and fuck me with his fingers, rolling my clit around his thumb while two are inside of me. My entire body burns with a desire I’ve never felt before, and I find all the previous apprehension gone.

He grinds against me, and I can feel his thick cock against my belly. Need coils deep inside of me, and I am desperate to feel him fucking me senseless.

But then he stops and takes a step back from me.

The suddenness of it has me reeling and when I open my eyes, he’s wearing a cocky grin.

Drawing the same fingers that were inside me into his mouth, he groans and pins me with those mismatched eyes of his.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Gabriette?” he says in a low voice, cocking his head to the side. “Remember, I won’t take what you’re not willing to give.”

My heart is pounding so loud that I can hear it in my ears, and the word ‘yes’ leaves me before I can even think about it.

Mikhail has me pinned on the bed within a matter of seconds. The sound of rustling fabric coupled with a crinkling of plastic let me know what’s about to happen and I brace myself for the impact.

But bracing doesn’t help me at all, because the size and curve of Mikhail’s cock literally fucking spears me in two.

With a feral growl, he pounds into me, and I can’t even comprehend what’s happening. I don’t want to fucking moan, but I sound like a pornstar with the way he’s slamming into my pussy.

Our mouths collide in another searing kiss, and I feel my core clenching as I chase my earlier denied orgasm. It’s absolute agony, hating this man and loving what he’s doing to my body.

I meet his thrusts with my own, wrapping my legs around him and not giving a fuck for now. If he’s going to use me to get off, I might as well enjoy his cock and worry about the consequences later.

Pulling back from the kiss, he places one of my legs over his shoulder and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing the length of it gently.

My eyes shoot open at this, but he shakes his head. “Trust me,” he says, and I nearly laugh at those two words.

Then he applies more pressure, but not enough to choke me and my orgasm hits with such a force that I call out Mikhail’s name like a fucking prayer.

“Your pretty pussy clenched beautifully,” he purrs, picking up his pace. Then he pulls out and spins me around on my belly.

“On your knees like a good girl, Gabriette,” he orders, and of course my fucking body obeys him willingly. “Push out that perfect ass for me.”

My obedience seems to spur him on, because his thrusts become more frenzied. He fucks me harder and the sounds of our slick skin meeting echoes around the room.

“Mikhail…” I moan his name as I push out my ass more, meeting him thrust for thrust while I fist the sheets in my hand. “Oh, God … Oh, fuck—”

“I need to feel that pussy squeezing my cock again,” he groans, leaning over me and slipping his hands in between my legs. He finds my clit and works me up into a frenzy, but then he stops just as I’m about to fall over that blissful edge.

I turn around to look at him and he grins, then he does it again, leaving me frustrated.

“How badly do you want to come, Gabriette?” he says as he fucks me slow. “Tell me how much.”

“Please…” I trail off, out of breath and fucking annoyed. “Let me come or I’ll do it myself!”

This makes him laugh, and he grabs my hands, pinning them behind my back with one of his. “There, no fucking touching yourself. Now, tell me how much you want that orgasm, Gabriette.”

I let out a whine. “Please…”

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg,” he groans, slowly thrusting and letting go of my hands. He leans over me, finding my clit and working me up again. “I’ll give you what you need, but first you need to do something for me.”

“Any … anything,” I breathe. My core clenches and I brace myself for him to stop again, but then he whispers something that has my fucking body convulsing.

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