Page 130 of Vendetta Crown

"Yes…" I strain.

Then, without warning, she closes her mouth around my cock and takes it all the way down her throat.

"Fuck! Aurora?—"

She works my cock with ruthless precision, lips tight around my shaft as she slides down, taking me deeper than I thought possible. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue thrashing wildly against the underside of my shaft.

When I attempt to reach for her head to guide her, she slaps my hands away without breaking rhythm. The sharp sting of rejection only heightens my arousal.

She pulls back just long enough to command: "Keep your fucking hands by your side."

Then she dives back down, taking me so deep her nose brushes against my skin.

A torrid moan rips from my throat. Something primal. Desperate.

My thighs start to close around her, a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensation, but she shoves them apart with surprising strength. Her fingernails dig into my flesh, marking me, claiming me.

I finally understand what's happening here.

This isn't about my pleasure, though she's certainly delivering it in waves. This isn't about service or reciprocation or even foreplay.

This is Aurora taking what she wants. Showing me who's in control.

My littlezarechka. She came to me so frightened and wary of the world. But now she’s commanding me with nothing but her mouth and her will.

My head falls back, surrendering to her completely. My hands grip the sheets instead of her hair, respecting her silent demand.

I'm the pakhan, feared by men across California, and yet here I am, utterly at the mercy of this woman.

Her tongue swirls around my tip before she plunges down again. The wet sounds filling the room are obscene, filthy, perfect.

My hips buck involuntarily, and she doesn't stop me from thrusting up into her mouth. Instead, she moans around my cock, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge.

This is about her. Not me. She's taking what she needs, using my body for her pleasure.

And fuck if that isn't sexiest thing I've ever experienced.

My body trembles as tension builds in my core. Every nerve ending fires like lightning across my skin. Aurora's mouth is relentless, her tongue performing dark magic that's pushing me toward oblivion.

"Zarechka," I gasp through clenched teeth. "I'm going to?—"

Just as the pressure reaches its peak, she pulls away with a wet pop. Cold air caresses my slick cock, the sudden absence of her warm mouth nearly painful.

I groan in frustration, my hips jerking up instinctively, chasing the heat that's no longer there.

"Look at me," Aurora commands, her voice husky and raw.

I force my eyes open, my chest heaving as I struggle to regain control. She kneels between my legs, lips swollen and glistening, cheeks flushed with color. Her hazel eyes burn with determination and triumph.

A smirk plays across her face as she wraps her hand around my cock, keeping me on edge with slow, teasing strokes.

"The pakhan of pakhans," she whispers, her thumb circling the sensitive head. "The most powerful man in California."

I can barely form words as I wait for her to continue.

Her smile widens, feral and knowing. "Left moaning and whimpering by this woman on her knees."

My cock throbs in her hand, confirming her words better than mine ever could.

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