Page 159 of Ruby Malice

Then, suddenly, Kirill pulls out of me.

I open my mouth to complain, but he lowers me off the counter and spins me around too fast.

“I’ll let you come,” he whispers, already pressing into me from behind. “But only because I know how torturous this is for you.”

I arch my back, pressing myself more firmly against him. “Oh, this is all to tortureme, is it? Sorry, but I’m not buying it.”

He slides out of me and then pounds in, stroking parts of me that rarely get attention. “It’s torture for you to have to admit that you need this. Maybe you could have a line of men at your door, but you don’t want them. You want me.”

“I want to come. I don’t care who makes that happen. In fact, call Sasha back. He can finish the job and you can watch.”

Snarling suddenly like a provoked wild beast, Kirill wraps his hand across the base of my throat. I swallow hard. My heart is thundering in my chest. Every inch of my body is on high alert, my nerve endings electrified. There’s a moment where I really wonder just how much violence Kirill Zaitsev is capable of.

“Don’t lie to me, Rayne. Don’t you dare fucking lie to me.” His voice is cold and flat, in direct opposite to the way he strokes my ass with his free hand, caressing my heated skin. “Who do you want right now?”

I press my lips together, sealing his name in my mouth.

He slides out almost all the way, teasing me with the very tip of him. “Who do you want, Rayne? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

The tiny thrusts are laughably not enough, but each one is also driving me closer to the edge of desperation. My thighs are trembling. I could break away from him. I could release the arch in my back, shove his hands away, and end this.

Or I could tell the truth.

Not the whole truth, of course. I don’t have to reveal every ugly piece of my shattered soul. Just one tiny sliver. That’s all it would take to get what I want.

Right now, with my desires so tantalizingly close, it seems like a hell of a deal.

I reach back and wrap my hand around the outside of his thigh. I dig my nails into his flesh and draw him closer. “I want you.”

His pressure on my throat eases. “Good girl.”

If I had any control over my powers of speech, I’d ask Kirill who he wants. Even though I already know the answer.

We both know the truth. We’re just too stubborn to say it.

I straighten up, pressing my palms firmly against the counter as Kirill enters me again and again from behind. When he tries to take his hand from my neck, I grab his wrist and hold him there.

He rumbles in my ear, “Does anyone else know you’re this bad, Rayne? Or am I the only one?”

He squeezes, drawing a gasp out of me. “It’s just you. It’s only ever you.”

The next few minutes are animalistic. There is no more talking or bantering. No attempts to win the upper hand. All of it is lost to a haze of lust and desire. When my body clamps around Kirill’s hard length, my head tossed back in a cry, I know I’d give anything to experience this.

I’ve given my dignity and my freedom, my waking hours and my sleeping ones. And I’ll keep giving until I have nothing left.

Take it all, Kirill Zaitsev. As long as I get you in return.

Kirill falls a second later. He wraps an arm around my middle, driving into me with more and more purposeful thrusts. I feel the shudder of his release.

“Fuck.” He scrapes his teeth across my shoulder blade and then smooths away the pain with a kiss.

There’s a minute of bliss. Sixty wonderful seconds of the warm, floating feeling that comes after truly incredible sex.

I rest my head back against his shoulder. “Everyone is going to know what we were doing in here.”

He slides his hand up my neck to grip my jaw. Gently, he angles my head back and presses a kiss to my lips. “I hope they do.”

I smile. I could almost tell him the truth.

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