Page 51 of The Tsar's Obsession
“Just fucking kiss me,” I repeated his words back to him. “Why are you so fucking reserved all of a sudden? I’m here, in your house. I’m all yours. I give in.” I breathed out, not daring to look at him as I pleaded with him to make a move, any goddamn move, before I went insane.
The water stilled around us, and he whispered in my ear, “I want you to beg me for it.” His hand slid down my back as I tried to understand his message. “I want you to get on your knees and tell me how much you want me to fuck you again.”
The authority and dominance of his voice, his filthy words, and his burning body against mine halted all the blood in my veins. My mind was void of all thoughts, but my body was fully alive, registering every touch. I pulled in, grinding my hips on him, succumbing to all my desires. “Tell me, Mia. Beg me to fuck you until you can only remember my name.” He taunted me so cruelly, turning me into mush in his arms.
But I knew I wasn’t the only desperate one. From the way his breath caught somewhere in his throat, I knew that I had the upper hand, and I finally felt alive in this moment. In every second with him.
“No.” My trembling lips puckered against the wet skin of hisdelicious, thick, and long neck. “You’re going to get down on your knees…for me.”
With these words, I unraveled his arms and pushed away from him, his surprise spurring me on. He looked dazed. Drugged. The soaked linen shirt clung tight to his tattooed chest as he stood there, the words slowly processing in his mind while I floated away, keeping my eyes on his.
It had the desired effect. My wish awakened the beast, his eyes piercing mine, his body slowly stalking toward me.
“I appreciate your ambitions, Sunshine, but I don’t get down on my knees for anyone.”
Still holding onto his wrong convictions, his eyes spelled out the truth: he knew his life was about to fundamentally change. It all shifted between us in a mere moment. Now I set the rules. I turned his own tactics on him, and if he wanted me, he knew he’d have to fall down at my feet.
“But I’m not just anyone, Kirill.” I spoke with an angelic voice, riling him up further. I reached the edge of the pool and slowly ascended the steps, walking backward and out. He followed me…like on a leash.
Yes.Mine.
“Sunshine…” He shook his head with a smirk, as if to dissuade me from my actions. “I don’t think you fully understand…who you’re playing with.”
Fuck, this game of cat and mouse was frying my brain. Now on the stone deck, drenched and focused only on me, Kirill continued his slow pursuit, adding more fuel to the fire inside me. In complete privacy, I ruled him.
“Playing? There are no games between us anymore,” I assured him with a smile and shot my eyes down to his knees, giving him the signal to do as I asked.
I was alive. For the first time in a decade, all my senses were online, hungrily feasting on my surroundings. I paused my backward stroll, letting him stop right up against me, towering,dominating, overpowering. Or so he thought. He teased and played, but I knew, I knew he couldn’t wait anymore.
The tropical wind halted, and then–
Victory was mine. Slowly, hesitantly, his body lowered to the ground, his knees hitting the hot stones right at my feet. The world fell away. It was just us and my heart beat inside me like a trapped bird at the thought.
“You win, Mia,” he admitted. I loved to hear him call me by my name. “Let me.” His voice was so gentle, my body worked overtime to inhale enough oxygen at the sight. Kirill, the man who ruled the fucking Russian Mafia, was on his knees for me, his lips an inch away from my skin, his body and soul—mine to rule. “Let me keep you. Let me love you. Let me give you everything you want.”
“You look so good like this—on your knees for me.” My fingers brushed against his short stubble, and I leaned, tethering myself with him. “I’m all yours, baby. All of me.”
This was it. I fell onto my knees and into chaos, the dark abyss of danger—with him. My lips smashed with his—hot, wet, soft, sweet—it was all I ever chased and wished for.
I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t open my eyes. My pussy ached, and my entire body burned into ash in his arms. His fingers pulled on the flimsy bikini straps, and the material effortlessly fell away from my body, replaced by his needy touch.
Without warning, his hands were everywhere, touching all of me, taking what was his. His fingers traveled from my neck and closed around my nipple, applying the most desired pressure.
Fuck, he was both so gentle and so rough, pushing me to the ground, his fingers leaving a hot trail all over my skin and settling between my legs. He teased, simply moving the bikini out of the way, sinking one finger barely inside my soaked pussy, his sweet lips marking myneck with hickeys.
His touch made me compliant. All-encompassing, it was like nothing else I’d experienced in the past. It made me feel complete, like this was the only person that mattered in the whole universe. I was so fucked. I wasn’t only in love; I was head over heels in lust with this man.
His two fingers slid in and out with ease, and he taunted, both going slowly and then picking up speed, bringing me to the edge where I had no choice but to beg for more. Beg, just like he wanted me to. And I did.
“Please…” I breathed out in desperation, my hands on his shoulders and my legs spreading wider.
“Beg me, baby. Ask me for what you want.” I heard Kirill’s voice loud and clear, his weight pressing me into the hot stones, his hands claiming every inch of me. I just wanted him to do it; he knew what I wanted, but he waited. Waited for me to ask for it, waited for me to find my courage, to never be afraid to command.
“Spread my legs and lick my pussy,” I ordered with a bite on his bottom lip, my frustration spilling over.
“That’s my girl.” I heard the words as he slithered down between my legs, his hands and lips on my inner thighs in mere seconds. With Kirill, it all felt out of this world. If I thought I had a good sex life before him, then he more than proved to me that I’d lived in delusion.
Kirill’s tongue made its way over my pussy like he was afraid I would vanish. His strong arms wrapped around my hips in the most possessive way, and I watched his eyes close and eyebrows furrow, never wanting to forget how he,my man, looked between my legs.
