Page 45 of Twisted Fate

And that means I need to be prepared to kill him afterward.

He’ll be in my room, here, with my weapons nearby. All I need to do is make sure I wear him out enough to make him fall asleep in my bed, and I’ll be able to finish my mission.

I step aside, letting him in.

He moves past me, his woodsy, salty scent wafting past me as he does, mingled with that scent of musk and warm male skin that makes desire stir in my blood. I close the door behind him, my heart beating in my chest like a trapped rabbit as I watch him move toward the bed.

“I want you.” He turns to face me, his eyes dark with lust. “I want to finish what we started last night.”

I lick my lips, moving toward him, and I see his gaze instantly drop to my mouth. “Should we pick up exactly where we left off?” I murmur, stopping just in front of him, and his gaze darkens as he reaches for me.

His hand curls around the back of my neck, dragging me in for a searing kiss. I can’t help but gasp as his mouth presses against mine, rough and hot, his tongue instantly demandingentry, tangling with mine as my back arches and my hands come up to grab the front of his shirt.

I know what I have to do when this is over—but right now, every thought has fled other than how fuckinggoodKonstantin feels. His mouth, his hands—the pressure of his fingers against my neck, his other hand moving to cup my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. I feel the hard line of his cock against me as his hips meet mine, and I grind against him, gasping with need as arousal floods me.

He feels so good. All of him feels so fucking good. Nothing has ever felt this good before, and every part of me throbs with need for him, for more ofthis.

He starts to turn me toward the bed, but I break the kiss, abruptly sinking down to my knees in front of him. I’ve never really wanted to do this before, but for the first time, I do.

Everything about this feels like the first time I’ve reallywanted. Like the first time I’ve found someone who makes me feel like this.

“Sophia—” His voice is hoarse and needy. He reaches down, threading his fingers through my hair as I reach for the button of his pants. The thick ridge of his cock is straining against the fabric, begging to be set free.

I think of the knife under my pillow, the gun in my nightstand. The fact that before the sun rises, Konstantin Abramov will be dead.

I think of everything I want to do to him, and everything I want him to do to me.

When I slide his zipper down, freeing his cock, I can’t help but gasp softly as it springs free. I saw it for the first time last night, but this close, it’s startlingly large. He’s both long and thick, the tip swollen and flushed, the vein along the top standing out and pulsing. He’s already dripping pre-cum, and he groans aloud when I wrap my hand around his length, brushingmy thumb over the tip as I lean in, my breath ghosting over the swollen, sensitive flesh.

Konstantin’s hand tightens in my hair, pulling me closer. “Don’t fucking tease me,volchitsa,” he growls. “Put your mouth on my fucking cock.”

She-wolf. The nickname sends a jolt of pleasure through me, my thighs pressing together involuntarily. I look up at him as I lean in, the nickname still ringing in my ears, the look of utter lust on his face sending another jolt through me, and I feel, for the first time in my life, utterly and completely seen by a man.

He recognizes what I am, in some way. That I’m dangerous. Violent, even. He doesn’t understand what I am, not fully, or he wouldn’t be in this room with me now.

But he sees me, all the same. And in that moment, there’s no part of me that wants this to end a moment sooner than it has to.

I lean in, feeling his hand twist in my hair as I part my lips, wrapping them around his swollen cockhead. His taste floods my mouth, rich and salty, and I look up at him as he groans, his head tipping back. “That’s it,volchitsa,” he moans. “Suck my fucking cock. Take it?—”

His hips push forward, sliding another inch and then another, over my tongue, pushing his cock into my mouth as I struggle to take it all, my lips stretching around him. He’s almost too big, a struggle to manage as he pushes into my throat, and I feel myself clench with anticipation at the thought of him inside of me… of how he’ll fill me up.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice a hoarse growl. “Take it all. Swallow my cock—fuck, I’ve imagined this so many fucking times?—”

A thrill runs through me at that, and I fight to take more, opening my throat as I swallow him down. He moans, hips rocking as he pushes in to the hilt, my lips meeting the base of his cock as he fills my mouth and throat completely.

I can’t breathe. But I don’t care. I look up at him, shuddering with pleasure as he grinds his hips against my face, holding me there until I’m sure I’m going to suffocate. My throat convulses around him, my hands flying up to grip his thighs as my throat contracts around his thick length again and again, and Konstantin groans, his fingers digging into my scalp as I feel his cock stiffen and throb.

“Fuck, volchitsa—I’m going to come….swallow my cum,fuck,fuck!” He curses aloud in a string of Russian as his cum starts to pour down my throat, thick jets of it shooting as he throbs inside of my mouth, choking me. I feel my back arch, my body preparing to fight back as he suffocates me with his length, his cock pulsing rapidly as he groans my name. “Ohfuck, Sophia, fuckingChrist?—”

He jerks free, and I gasp, sucking in air greedily as a string of his cum drips from my lip. Konstantin’s eyes flash, and he reaches down, his thumb brushing against my chin as he scoops it up and pushes it back between my lips. Almost reflexively, my lips clamp around his thumb as I swallow down the last drops of his cum, and his eyes gleam with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he murmurs roughly. “I want every drop of cum I give you kept inside of you. Especially when I fuck that sweet pussy.”

His hand in my hair tugs me upward, and I stagger to my feet, still sucking in breath after breath of air. Konstantin’s other hand reaches for the waist of my dress, bunching the fabric in his hand as he yanks it upward, letting go of my hair only long enough to strip the dress off of me.

My hands instantly fly to the buttons of his shirt, eager to strip him bare too, to finally see him naked. He lets out an appreciative groan as my hands slide over his chest, and I can see him already getting hard again, his cock stiffening as heturns me toward the bed, his pants sliding down his hips and joining the pile of discarded clothing.

I stare at him as he pushes me back into the bed, unable to get enough of the sight of him. Clothed, he’s gorgeous. Naked, he’s stunning in a way that no other man could ever compare to.

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