Page 34 of Kneel for Me

“Strip,” Ivan growled.

I blinked, not understanding his request for a moment. I’d for sure thought he was about to walk out of this room and end everything, and to be honest, I was trying to focus past the panic clouding my brain. Ivan must have caught on because he was suddenly crouching in front of me, and he was gripping my chin, his eyes boring into mine. “Coming untouched just by sucking my cock,kotik, is one of the hottest fucking things I’veeverexperienced. You’re not supposed to come untouched, but this one damn time, I’m going to reward you for it.”

My lungs suddenly felt like they could fully expand. He dropped his hand, then stood. “Now strip,kotik. I’m not in the business of repeating myself.”

Without moving from my kneeling position, I stripped my shirt over my head, then unsnapped my jeans. After sitting on my ass, I wiggled them off, along with my sticky, damp briefs. Once I was completely bare, I moved back onto my knees and placed my palms flat on my thighs, dropping my head in submission.

“Fuck, you are soperfect,” Ivan breathed. “Just as I knew you’d be. Lift your chin for me,kotik.”

I immediately did as he instructed, lifting my head to look up at him. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “I want you on all fours between our enemies.” My breath hitched in my throat, and my cock quickly hardened again. I turned and crawled until I was between their dead bodies, their blood pooled beneath my hands and knees. Ivan groaned. “Good boy.” I shivered. “Lower your chest to the floor. Cheek to the floor. Good. Just like that,kotik,” he praised as I followed his instructions. “Fuck, your hole is so pretty.” He suddenly slid two damp fingers along my hole, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

“I’m going to fucking wreck you,kotik,” he promised, his voice husky and full of dark, sensual promises. “You ready to take me?”

I nodded. It would hurt because I knew he wouldn’t spend much time prepping me, but Iwantedit to hurt. Icravedthe pain, and Ivan knew how to hurt mejust right.

“Yes,” I croaked. “Fuck me, Ivan.”

His chuckle was dark, and my hole fluttered beneath his fingers. “Just remember, you asked for it,kotik.”

27

Ivan

Seeing Adrian kneeling in the blood of our enemies with his broad chest flat to the crimson-stained floor and the most intimate part of himself revealed to me was fuckingbreath-taking. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, dripping precum onto the floor as I circled his rim with my bloody fingers.

Without warning, I shoved two fingers inside of him, groaning as he squeezed around me, damn near cutting off the circulation to my fingers. Growling, I pressed my hand to his lower back and pushed down until his back bowed, forcing his ass up into the air more. “That’s it,” I murmured as I began scissoring my fingers apart. He whined and widened his knees, relaxing his body for me.

“Good boy,” I praised. Adrian might have loved to be fucked hard and roughly. He might have even wanted it to hurt. But my man couldnotdeny how much he loved it when I praised him for the simplest of things. I never really pegged him for the praise kink type, but he was a slut for it, as proven by the little whimper that escaped his throat at the two simple words.

Pulling my fingers out, I unfastened my slacks and then dropped to my knees between his spread legs. With one hand gripping his hip, I grabbed the base of my cock and pressed against his hole. He grunted when I began pushing in, his hands curling into fists as I forced my invasion into his body. But once I was past that first tight ring of muscle, he moaned, his brows pinching as he forced himself to relax.

Christ, he was so perfect.

“Open up for me,” I growled, my hands gripping his ass cheeks now to pull them apart. He groaned, bearing down for me and allowing me to slip further into his body. “That’sit,” I murmured, moaning as I slid deeper inside of him. “Your body knows what to do,kotik. You weremadefor me.”

I pushed in further and further, working my cock inside him in slow increments until my balls were flush against his ass. And that was it. I didn’t hold back a second longer. I pulled out, then slammed back in. He jerked forward on the slippery floor with a small, alarmed cry, and then, he was moaning like a whore, pushing back to meet me stroke for stroke. Blood covered his body, and I smeared it all around, the sight of him covered in the crimson liquid driving me closer and closer to the fucking edge.

“Fuck. Fuck.Fuuuuck,” I snarled, my balls drawing up tight. Gripping his hips tightly, my own fell off rhythm, and I came so hard, my vision momentarily whited out. I growled his name, my heart slamming against my chest bone. Once my balls were blissfully empty, I pulled out, then flipped Adrian onto his back, swallowing his cock down my throat in the next second.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hands coming down to fist in my hair as his hips rose off the concrete floor. I moaned around him, doubling down, eager to make him come a second time. He arched his neck, whimpering my name. I knew it wouldn’t take him long—not with me deep throating him and him already being on edge from me dragging my cock across his prostate over and over when I’d been inside of him.

“Can I come?” he begged, his breaths panting out of him. “Ivan, sir, please?—”

I pulled off his cock long enough to say, “Come,” and then swallowed him down to the root. He shot up into a half-sitting position as he shouted something unintelligible and flooded my throat with his cum. I sucked at him greedily until I’d drained every drop he had to give me. And then, I moved over him, shoving my arms beneath his muscular body to hold him close to my chest just as he began trembling.

“Easy,” I rasped, pressing my lips to his bloody temple and holding them there. “I’ve got you,kotik. Just breathe. Focus on breathing.”

His teeth began to chatter, so I held him tighter. He was coming down from an adrenaline spike and coming out of his subspace all at once. The crash was going to hit him hard. It would be a fucking task just to get him out of the basement and upstairs to his room so he could shower and go to bed.

I kept holding him, whispering soft words of comfort into his ear until his trembling eased and the chattering of his teeth stopped. Only then did I sit up, pulling him with me. His lids were drooping, and he looked ready to pass out. Fuck. Doing this in the basement probably wasn’t a good idea, but I just couldn’t goddamn resist him when he dropped to his knees like that for me, especially when I knew he wouldneverdo the same for anyone else.

“Come on,kotik,” I murmured, pushing his bloody hair out of his face. “We need to get upstairs so you can get showered and in bed.” He pouted—actually fuckingpouted—andgoddamn if it wasn’t the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but smile at him. “I know. I’m tired, too. But you can’t sleep here, and you can’t leave all this blood all over you.”

Standing, I helped him to his feet, then half-supported his weight as we made our way to the stairs. When we emerged from the basement, Igor and Mark were just coming down the hall, and they both grimaced at the sight of us. Couldn’t blame them. We were both covered in blood, my cock was still hanging out of my slacks, and Adrian was completely naked.

“Not a word,” I growled as I headed up the hall. Thankfully, both of them kept their mouths shut. “Call for clean-up.”

I turned at the end of the hall, heading toward the staircase. Ascending the stairs was a task and a half. Adrian was damn near uncooperative the entire time, making me support most of his weight. He was so out of it, he didn’t even seem to notice when I pushed open the door to his room and led him inside.

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