Page 173 of Tarnished Tyrant (Zhukova Bratva 1)

Belle’s eyes snap open. “What do you mean?”

“It’s over,” I repeat. “The wedding is off.”

Belle studies every inch of my face, looking for the truth. But that’s exactly what I just gave her.

And after one long moment, she recognizes that.

Then she unzips my pants and wraps her soft hand around my throbbing shaft. “Fuck me,” she whispers.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rip her jeans off her legs and press myself to her opening. Then I catch her jaw in one hand so she can look at me and only at me.

“Watch me when I bury myself in you, princess,” I rasp. “I want to see the look on your face. I want you to see the look on mine.”

All she can do is whimper and nod.

I press into her. One inch, three inches, six, eight, all of me. “Good girl,” I whisper to her, still keeping her face clenched in my grasp. “Taking all of me like such a good girl.”

She bites at her lip, though she still follows orders and keeps her eyes locked on mine. Her legs tighten around my waist until I’m filling her to the hilt.

There’s a moment there that I want to last forever. When I’m fully inside of her. When her eyes are molten green and glowing with lust. When every cell of me is vibrating with how fucking bad I crave this infuriating woman.

It hangs in the air endlessly like a shooting star.

Then it comes crashing down to earth.

I start to fuck her, hard and relentless. Every thrust draws out another broken moan from her sweet lips. I capture her nipple in my mouth and bite. She claws my shoulders. We rip pain and pleasure from each other in equal measure.

The shelves shake with the force of our fucking. I’m palming her thighs so hard I know that there will be a perfect set of ten purple bruises on her skin not long after we’re done here.

Good. I like knowing I’ve marked her as mine.

“I’m going to come,” Belle moans. She grinds herself into my body as I fill her, and it takes all of my strength to hold back my own release.

She bursts like a dam. The sound coming out of her mouth is new and familiar at the same time. Fuck, will watching this woman come on my dick ever not be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced?

I’d go to war for her right now.

I’d kill for her right now.

I grit my teeth and hold back, ignoring the fire roaring in my own belly. I am not finished with her yet. Not by a long shot.

As soon as her frantic, hitched breathing starts to even out, I pull out of her, spin her around, and plant her hands on the shelf. She obeys instinctively, pushing her hips back for me to enter again.

She’s dripping for me. “You’re so damn tight,” I growl in her ear. “I could finish like this.”

She arches her spine and that waterfall of dark hair spills over her back. “Then do it.”

“Not until you fall apart for me again.”

I reach around to find her clit with one hand. The other hand stays plastered to her hip so I can spear her on my dick again and again, and again and again. I’m sweating, she’s dripping, both of us are panting mercilessly. But I know what the rising pitch of her moans means.

“Come for me,” I command. “Now.”

Almost like she was waiting for my permission, she lets go. If the first one was sudden and violent, this one is softer, smoother, though even more powerful in the end. I keep thrusting into her as the orgasm consumes her from her trembling toes, up to her shaking thighs, out into her fingertips where they’re tap-dancing on the bookshelf like she’s being electrocuted.

She’s falling, falling, falling.

And this time, I let myself fall with her.

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