Page 136 of Conspirators' Kingdom

“Wishing for a tactical disadvantage is rather foolish.”

He traced her bottom lip with his finger.

“You’re perfect.”

She grinned, a shiver cascading down her spine. His eyes darkened with desire and wild intensity.

“I love you, Taisiya. With every fibre of my black heart. Gods help you.”

“Gods help our enemies. They’ll need it more.”

“Vicious woman,” he said with a rumble in his chest as he hooked a finger under the strap of her dress.

“Ruthless bastard,” she breathed, her hand sliding under his kilt.

His lips crushed hers. Fierce need overpowered her. They tore at each other’s clothes, barely pausing for breath. Fabric split between their needy fingers. He grabbed a breast in one hand and pinched her nipple between his fingers. Taisiya all but threw off the scraps of her dress as Mereruka kicked his kilt away, their tongues still tangling. She tackled him onto the bed and they rolled, fighting for the dominant position. She licked the shell on his ear and he nipped her neck. His tongue on her nipple sent tingles down her spine and she rewarded him by taking him in hand and stroking him.

Taisiya nibbled along the edge of Mereruka’s ear and he shuddered in submission.

“Fuck! Taisiya!” he warned.

She eyed him mutinously. His earlobe found itself between her teeth as she tugged. Breath caught on a sensual groan, he gripped her thighs. She revelled in her power.

Until he cupped her sex and rubbed his fingers along her most sensitive spot. Her gasp of shocked pleasure was all he needed to turn the tables, flipping her onto her back so he could punish her in the most wonderful way. Hands once again bound by his hair, he swallowed her cries. There was no sweetness left in him. His tongue fought hers, his hand behind her head holding her close, never once allowing her to pull away, to regain her senses, to be anywhere other than there in his arms. The pleasure built until she was bucking against his hand, desperate for release. And yet just as he brought her close, he eased off. She fought his hold on her wrists.

“Meri!” she pleaded. “Please!”

“No. This is your punishment.” He nipped her neck, the sweet sting of his teeth making her whimper. “You’re never allowed to be in danger again.”

His fingers returned, feather light and utterly maddening.

Pleading had failed. Threats were needed.

“Meri, if you don’t—”

“You’ll what?” He chuckled darkly before his lips found her nipple, tugging it, sending a shiver down her spine.

His fingers continued their ruthless, too-light strokes. Every time her hips sought his touch, he pulled away.

“Ah-ah. Now you’re being a bad girl. Finish your threats, Taisiya,” he growled, torturing her other nipple with his teeth and tongue.

Lost and needy, she bit her lip, revelling in his cruel mastery of her body. But she soon reached the end of her tether. She needed it so badly she might go mad.

“If you don’t give me what I want I will cut off your gods-damned cock.”

She was rewarded with the wet slide of his fingers on her, and a pressure that sent her over the edge. Taisiya splintered in his palm, screaming his name.

Mereruka loomed over her, a hunger in his eyes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

His hand moved up and down his length as he stared down at her naked body. She pushed him away.

“Taisiya?”

“Get on your back.”

Crouching over him, she took his cock in hand, gripping him tight but refusing to move until his eyes locked with hers. She ran her tongue up the shaft, her hand following. She teased the tip with her thumb and tongue until his back arched. The moment their eyes lost contact, she stopped. Two could play this game.

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