Page 30 of The Tsar's Obsession
"Next time"—I gulped, shaking in anticipation—"I'll makeyoubeg." And I fucking would. "Fucking let me eat you out," I almost growled, grabbing onto her thigh with the force of a starved and taunted wild animal.
"Mmm, I thought you'd never ask, yes!" Her light response sounded instantly in my ear, and within a few seconds, I was already pulling up her dress, the sight of her naked legs in front of me flooding my mouth with saliva. "Wait!" She paused and reached between her legs, giving me only a tiny glimpse of that light pink thong.
She gently withdrew the vibrator with a loud sigh. "I don't want anything to ruin your meal."
Mia had no idea that she would forever be responsible for the one she had tamed. Forever, until death.
With my hands literally shaking, I finally moved the dress and that ridiculous tease of a thong out of the way and landed my eyes on that sweet pussy that I'd been lusting over all these years.
"Oh, fuck!" Mia gasped out a little too loudly when my mouth gently landed on her pussy, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my body instantly getting hooked on the taste.
Fuck. I was doomed.
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Carpe Fucking Diem
Mia
WasIthinking?No.
Was I capable of thinking? Also no.
So, it was a lose-lose situation for me. Fuck the stupid vibrator. Kirill was right there, and I wanted—Icravedto belong to him.
There was something dark and dangerous about him—an aura of mystery and secrets. I began to suspect that he wasn’t at all who he claimed to be when we first met. But I didn’t fucking care. I wanted him, Ineededhim, and I was sinking deeper with every single word he spoke and every single glance he threw my way.
The tiny backstage loveseat was situated behind a few makeshift curtains, the shadows plentiful, but the area absolutely open to any interruptions. Yet that made it even hotter, on the cusp of inappropriate and acceptable to me when I was with him,onlywith him. Kirill was an amalgamation of every single desire and fantasy my soul had ever possessed.
His tongue so soft and gentle on me; he fucking worked my clit like he was born to do this, teasing my entrance with just one finger. After all the stimulation he served me earlier, I was incredibly close to exploding.
"Mmm." His deep voice reverberated through my core. I had no strength to open my eyes as I leaned back on this couch,my legs spread, my evening dress raised, and my body in ecstasy. Relentless, Kirill worked so diligently to bring me to the edge. "Such a good fucking girl for me."
Oh God, those words opened up Pandora's box inside my soul. That's what I wanted. To be his good girl, to belong, to please, to hear him praise me, to hear him degrade me, to have him love me.
"Oh my fucking God, don't fucking stop," I pleaded in a voice I didn't recognize, and he fucking didn't, using his tongue and fingers to bring me to an orgasm that ripped through me with the force of a natural disaster.
I swear, my soul floated out of me, and I was left a mere empty vessel in a dress, with a giant and gorgeous man between my legs. Unable to speak or think, I panted like I just finished a marathon, and as if nothing happened, Kirill gently pulled my thong back into place. He dragged his wet and puffy lips on my inner thigh, landing small and gentle pecks, like he didn't just fucking obliterate me.
"Oh my God." Something akin to embarrassment overwhelmed me, and I slowly pulled my dress down, letting him place his head on my knees and threading my fingers through his hair. His arms wrapped around me possessively, and we stayed in post-orgasmic bliss, together, until I blurted out with a giggle, "Whoareyou?"
That question tormented me day and night. Who was he, really?
"Mr. Alekseev?" Immediately, my euphoria disappeared without a trace when someone called his name, but Kirill only lifted his head off my knees and looked in the direction of the voice, displaying zero discomfort.
"Yes?"
"It's time for your speech, and then we can introduce the other speakers." The man informed us and eyed us with discomfort and suspicion.
"Yes. I'll be there in two minutes." But his attention was onme, still on his knees. "You're leaving with me tonight. That's not a request." That deep voice informed me, his tongue running over his lips in an attempt to lick something off. Me. The taste of me.
Back in my seat and Kirill on stage, my heart beat a mile a minute while I watched him discreetly lick his fingers before stepping into the spotlight. What a dirty man. I fucking loved it.
"Thank you for coming tonight," his voice echoed throughout the room, that slight Russian accent unmistakable, and his eyes only on me when he said those words. His smirk grew into a wide and blinding smile, and he launched into a prepared speech about how happy he was to be here.
"What's been happening to you this evening?" Viv's sly voice echoed in my ear as she crouched beside me, startling all my senses.
"What do you mean?" Oh fuck, was it that obvious? I tried to play stupid, but Viv wasn't buying any of it anymore.
