Page 37 of The Tsar's Obsession
"I have rules too,” his voice was an echo while my hips ground on his, my lips firmly attached to that soft spot on his neck. I pulled back and gave him my attention. "You will let me come inside you." Ugh, dear sweet Lord, why'd he have to claim me like that? He placed a deliberate peck on my bottom lip, whispering his next message. "If you break one of your rules...you will admit defeat." I was no longer processing his words. "And lastly, one night doesn't mean one time."
Not giving myself any time to change my mind, I nodded, drowning in one last kiss.
I wanted magic. I wanted rough, wild chaos. I wanted to feel alive. And I latched onto everything I knew he could give me.
16
Just One Night
Kirill
Rules.
How blissfully adorable and naïve. Mia was fighting with herself, both wanting this and very obviously petrified. Of feelings. Of this being real.
But it was all too real. My love for her and the trap she fell into.
Yet she still held onto the delusion that she could escape me unscathed. Her silly little rules gave her the false confidence that this was just a momentary infatuation, just a crush, just a one-night stand.
One by one, like dominoes, she would break her own rules and would be left with nothing but the truth: we were meant to be.
Mia was both fire and ice. She was the creator of life and death. Ethereal. Divine. Andshe was mine.
In the silence and near darkness of my bedroom, Mia climbed off my knees, letting me feast on how incredibly stunning she was. I pulled down the straps of her dress, the barrier finally falling. Effortlessly, the material slipped off, showing me more and more of her perfect, delicious body.
Having no idea where to settle my eyes, I looked at all of her, hungry, fucking starved for her. For the first time, my handshesitated. My life was built on violence; I took without thinking. But this wasn’t for the taking. Mia wasn’t for the taking. She was for worship. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to claim. I wanted to savor.
God, I was afraid to touch her. As if she were made of porcelain and might shatter at any moment.
Her fingertips brushed against my cheek, waking me up. “Has the big, bad man never seen a naked woman before?" Her little whisper fanned my ear.
The little minx. I pulled down on the thin straps of her thong, rendering her completely naked except for that diamond necklace. Her gentle hands on my collar, she worked to unbutton my shirt while I kissed every part of her I could reach—her stomach, her hips, her hands, her fingers, her giggles only spurring me on.
She was nervous too. Uncertainly, she slipped my shirt off my shoulders and quietly gasped, roaming her eyes on my chest. “Wow, look at that.”
She ran a finger down my body, sending a shiver through all of me, hastily looking over the multiple tattoo designs. I settled my hands on her waist, actively forcing myself to believe this was real.
In a moment of distraction, I pulled her onto the bed and pushed her down on her back, caging her underneath me, enjoying her, her giggles lighting up my world once more.
That’s what I wanted. I wanted to make her happy, to hear her laughs and giggles, and to see her joyous smile. Everything I had endured and achieved over the last decade was worth this.
Instinctively, I leaned in to catch her crimson lips but stopped myself when I remembered thatstupidrule.
Instead, I planted a deliberate kiss in the crook of her neck, that simple action pushing an uncontrollable groan out of me. Fuck, why did she taste sweet?
Down, down, enjoying her skin, feasting on her energy, I trailed my lips and tongue down her body. Her chest rose up with every labored breath she took. I finally landed my lips on the most flawless, perkiest tits in the world. They fit perfectly in myhands, which wasn’t an accident;shewas perfect, she wasmade for me.
I licked. Slow, languid, hot, the simple act of my tongue on her skin sending us both into a state of psychological disruption in seconds.
"I know women love foreplay, but the last month was more than enough," she pleaded. "Just fuck me."
"A month, huh? You fell in love with me the moment you saw me?" There was so much more meaning to that. It certainly was the case for me.
"You're so full of yourself." She ground her body underneath me, my lips closing around her nipple, pushing a gasp out of her. Ugh, her naked body was a fucking work of art, and I allowed my fingers to touch as much as I could, slipping in between her legs to feel that warm and soaked pussy. "Ah, fuck," she trailed off. "You're so...so..." Her mind was leaving her head, and she had no words.
"I'm so much more than a fucking one-night stand, that's for sure."
Mia's hands spread through my hair, slightly tugging, pulling me up, but then she stopped abruptly, her eyes spelling out reservation. She wanted that fucking kiss, and yet she denied us both! What a masochist. I wouldn't be the one to break her rule; no, I'd drive her to the edge where she wouldn't be able to resist.
