Page 70 of Jewel of the Assassin
I will shatter her crown and claim her as my fiery jewel.
ROMAN
Again and again, I have her.
I love how she fights me for it. How she makes meearnit.
Some women surrender sweetly—graceful, trusting, a softness I’ve never disrespected. There’s beauty in that. Power, even. ButValentina?
She’s warpaint and wildfire. She doesn’t kneel. She clashes, screams, androars. There is no surrender unless I take it. Because when Valentina finally breaks, it’s pure surrender. A queen drenched in blood and ash standing before the warrior who has brought her scars and scorched earth. She makes me battle and bleed. Crack the throne. Shatter her crown. And fuck her in the ruin and wreckage.
I’ve never loved anything more.
I position the spikes just a hair’s breadth above her wet folds. And click. Another shock burns her inflamed labia. She jerksso deliciously in the restraints, groaning through the ball gag, gasping sharp wind through her nose.
I circle her one more time, observing. Her fingers have lost their tension. Her spine has softened. God, what a sight she is. Skin rosy and flushed from my electrifying paddle—the striations like my emblems of beautiful torture. Her nipples like hard, puckered rubies. Full breasts heaving from her shaking body. Golden strands cling to her cheeks from her sweat. Not even the salt-laced air could drown her natural feminine musk.
I lean in and inhale her aroma, pleased she’s been attentive with the warming oils I’ve ordered. Lavender and vanilla today.
Dark, rosy lips, light pink between revealing itself. Well, much redder after my ministrations. It glistens with her wetness. Sweet, tender inner lips and plump, little clit barely peeking from underneath the hood.
Slowly lifting the edge of the paddle, I whisper it along her clit. She shudders. I catch her gaze, holding it. The inferno in her eyes has quieted to a low, steady flame—still fierce, still alive. It will never die. They narrow, but not in anger. More like a haze, a dazed desire. She feeds it, just as she feeds off me.
But onlyIcan tame this wild queen. Only I can stoke her until she burns like a flaming jewel forme—and me alone.
I lift my finger. Her eyes melt. She blinks first.
My lips press into a triumphant smile. I could reward her submission. But as iron sharpens iron, I will sharpen her. My fiery jewel.
I know exactly how much pressure and intensity to apply. Without losing her eyes, I lower my finger. One tap. The shock crackles along her clit. The swollen nub flexes. All her limbs twitch. An unholy sound leaves her mouth, followed by more tears. And arousal. Such arousal dripping from her beautifully filthy cunt.
“You are mine, Valentina Makarova,” I say as she heaves rabid breaths through her nose. “I am already a damned man, but I willbe damned for a thousand lifetimes if I let anyone take you from me, Moya Koroleva.”
I bring the paddle down again until her folds are angry and red as a flaming rose.
She shivers as I brush the edge of the paddle along her spine, surging the lowest setting of stimulating shocks to her nerve endings. More jerking, writhing, trembling.
“Your surrender is the most beautiful gift you could give,” I tell her. “Intoxicating. It never makes you weak. You’re a hungry, dirty slut. My slut. My sun. My moon. My stars. All the fiery jewels of heaven burning only for me.”
She sighs. She fucking bows to me. She’s sharpened enough now.
I drop the paddle. Her whole body seems to sink, eyes closing, her chin tipping back, giving me a lovely view of her throat.
Heat swells in my chest—and my cock—as I study the distended, little clit, the folds like bloated petals, and the soft but lean muscle of her trembling thighs. Stripped apart. Flesh peeled open. Sacrificed like an offering to a god. A god who takes what is his. A god who destroys as furiously as he adores.
And I will adore her now.
“You crave it. Such dark, tormented desire is locked deep inside you. OnlyIcan let those desires out. OnlyIcan sate them.”
Fingers lighting on each thigh, I lower my mouth to her inflamed haven and swipe my tongue in one long, agile lick until the tip dances off her clit. She clenches and moans, coming to attention.
She’s ready.
So, I reach behind her head and unlatch the ball gag, chucking it to the ground. She licks her swollen, supple lips and whimpers so sweetly. But I don’t give her a moment. Instead, I undo my belt, take my raging erection out, and test her parted lips, rolling my hips, plunging my cock inside her mouth in slow, shallow thrusts.
Her mouth opens more. Her tongue slides over.
Fuckfuckfuck! “Horosho devochka,” I commend her. “You don’t know what you fucking do to me.”
