Page 158 of Ruby Malice

He’s thrusting into me with such a firm, delicious rhythm that I don’t doubt it for a second.

“If that’s all I wanted from you, I would have fired you on day two,” he continues. “You’d already be long gone and forgotten.”

I whimper and rest my head on his shoulder. “How are you still able to have a conversation right now? I can’t… I can’t think about anything else.”

“That’s the point,” he says, curling his fingers inside of me and drawing out a long moan. “I need to get you to a place where you have no choice but to receive. My fingers, my words, the truth. You need all of it.”

I nod desperately, breathing hard against his neck. “I need it, Kirill. Please.”

We’re talking about two very different things, but Kirill understands. He strokes slowly with his long fingers and then shifts his thumb up to circle my clit. I see stars.

“There,” I gasp. “Touch me.”

He turns his head and kisses my temple. “Not until you tell me the truth.”

“Anything.”

His thumb flicks my oversensitized flesh and I groan. “The reason you’re so angry with me is because you’re falling in love with me.”

I practically leap off the counter. The only reason I don’t is because Kirill hooks an arm around my waist and holds me down.

“Are you—What are you talking about?” I gasp. “Are you really trying to coerce a confession of love out of me?”

“I’m trying to coerce the truth.” He slides his fingers into me, and I bite back a moan.

“If my orgasm is dependent on that, then I’m afraid we’re both going to be disappointed.”

He leans back and looks down at me, a dark eyebrow arched. “Not ready to admit it?”

“I’m not ready to lie to get sex. I could get a line of suitors at my door, too, you know? Men a hell of a lot less complicated than you.”

“Then why aren’t you with one of them right now?” He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. His tongue drags across my pebbled skin, and I’m so desperate for release I could cry.

“Because…” I lose my train of thought as he flicks his tongue over me, matching the pace of his thrusting fingers. “Because of this. It’s never been like this before. With anyone.”

“I could finish just listening to the sounds you make when I touch you,” Kirill growls.

I roll my hips into his hand, seeking more of his touch. Then I slide my hand back inside his pants and grip the steel rod of his cock. Immediately, he thrusts into my palm, giving me a revelation.

“That’s why you haven’t stopped touching me.” I stroke him as I work myself down his fingers. “That’s why you’re going to let me come even though I’ll never say what you want me to say.”

“Why is that?” he asks.

I lean back, watching his face as I speak the next words. “Becauseyou’refalling in love withme.”

His green eyes open, staring straight into mine. The electricity that passes between us is lethal. I’m not sure how either of us are still alive.

Since we are, we might as well make the most of it.

Kirill rips my panties away in one tug and I shove his pants down his thighs. We’re both moving frantically, tearing at each other to get closer. But the second he slides home in me, our movements slow.

His hands grip my waist, pressing me against him as his hips thrust deeper. I sigh, and Kirill stretches up to kiss my throat.

“Are you going to let me come?” I ask.

Now that I’m so close, I’m worried he’ll snatch it away at the last minute. I need this.I need him.I can admit that much, at least.

He slides his finger between my breasts. I suck in my stomach as he slides lower, goosebumps trailing behind his touch.

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