Page 267 of Money Reigns
I push back into his thrusts, matching his rhythm, my breath catching with every snap of his hips.
He holds me down, tight and unrelenting.
“No, stay still,” he growls again, like he can hear my thoughts. “Thisis punishment, Olivia.”
I can’t help the breathless chuckle that slips out of me.
“It isn’t though,” I whimper, smiling even as I moan.
My hand slides down beneath my skirt, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight desperate circles as he fucks me deeper.
War groans above me—low and feral.
He doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t let up.
And I don’t want him to.
I circle my clit, desperate for release, every nerve sparking under his thrusts, until his hand shoots down and grabs mine, yanking it away.
“Don’t,”he snarls in my ear, voice guttural. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”
My breath catches.
His pace slows, drags, tortures me. Then he pulls out entirely, leaving me empty, aching.
“War—” I gasp, half protest, half plea.
“On your knees,” he orders, his voice rough steel.
I freeze. My body trembles.
Because I know what’s coming.
And I want it.
Even if he swears it’s punishment.
I turn, my legs shaky, my skirt hiked up around my hips, as I drop to the cool marble floor. My knees hit hard, but I don’t care. Not when he’s standing over me, his belt loose, his cock thick and glistening from being inside me.
I lick my lips without thinking. His eyes darken.
“Open your mouth,” he says, voice low and lethal.
Heat floods my cheeks, my body. I part my lips.
He grips the back of my head, guiding me closer. Not gentle. Not soft.
“This is what happens when you lie to me. When you walk into Bratva territory like you’re untouchable.”
His tip slides against my tongue, and I moan around it.
“You want to touch yourself, Olivia? You want forgiveness?” His voice is a growl, sharp with restraint. “You earn it. With your mouth. With obedience.”
I open wider, moaning when he pushes past my lips.
The thick weight of him fills my mouth, my tongue curling around him instinctively. His grip tightens at the back of my head, holding me still as his hips drive forward.
