Page 17 of Villain's Prey

“That’s right.” I reward her with my focus on her clit, my fingers still working her.

She fucks my face, her hips moving faster and faster as her back arches.

So goddamn sexy, my little princess, her body giving me everything as she searches for her release. I give it to her, sucking her clit as her hips freeze, her body going so tight she seems made of stone. Then she moans, her body shaking as she comes, her pussy squeezing my fingers rhythmically. I’m entranced, fucking glued to her, to every movement and sound she makes.

When she relaxes against the bed and tries to close her legs, I spread my palms against her thighs, keeping her open to me. Her gaze meets mine, and she whimpers, “I can’t. It’s too much.”

I smirk up at her, kissing her pussy again and again. “That was your treat, princess. Now it’s time for mine.”

“Wh-what?” She blinks, her eyes widening.

“I’m going to make you come on my face until you beg me to stop.” I lick her. “I won’t. Not until I’m satisfied.”

“You can’t–Oh!” She grabs my hair, trying to pull me away.

But I’m a fucking mutt with a bone. I’ll never let it go. Not until I get everything I want out of it, right down to the marrow.

I’m going to devour her, and there’s absolutely nothing she can do to stop me.

12

OLIVIA

My eyes fly open, but I don’t move. I remain still to keep my breathing the same. When did I pass out? And how could I have let myself pass out? Last but definitely not least, how could I have come so many times at Sergei’s touch?

The man really is relentless. I’m not sure if he was ever satisfied. It all became too intense. After the third orgasm, my whole body was on overload. Sergei had to pin my hips to the bed so I stayed in place. There was no chance to close my legs with his broad shoulders between them. He worked that last one out of me, and then the darkness came. That’s the last thing I can remember.

I’m still in his bed. He’s wrapped around me. I didn't think he was going to be a cuddler, but I bet it’s more to do with making sure I don’t try to make an escape. The crazy thing is, I find myself not wanting to. I shake that thought away, reminding myself that he is the enemy. And that he kidnapped me.

My back is pressed against his chest. He’s got one hand up my shirt, holding my breast. The other is between my legs cupping my sex. His warm breath puffs on my neck. Does he have his face buried in my hair?

He’s going to be so smug when he wakes up. In our sparring last night, he won. Didn’t he? I was just trying to tease and taunt him, but then he gave me what I asked for. Then again, he was the one who was on his knees.

What the hell is going on here? This must be part of some kind of plan to weaken me or break down my walls. It’s got to be some kind of Taletti trick. I mean, it has to be, right? I should be dead or screaming, and not in the way Sergei made me. Instead, I’m in his giant comfy bed with him holding me close. He could have tied or cuffed me to the headboard. It’s actually perfect for it.

My stomach turns, wondering if that’s why he picked it out. Who knows how many women have been in this bed? With a mouth like his, I’m guessing a lot. Stupidly, my mom’s little saying pops into my head, ‘Never have sex with a man who doesn't make you come first.’

I close my eyes. I shouldn’t care about any of this. None of what Sergei Taletti does in his bed is my concern. Yet for some reason, I can’t help but feel some sort of way about it. This isn’t some relationship. It’s also not how I thought my first kiss would happen. Sergei has thrown me for a loop, and I’m not sure how to get out of it. One of us is going to die. We both can’t make it out.

Unless I can escape. If I returned home unharmed, then maybe my brothers and father wouldn’t hunt Sergei down and kill him. Not that escaping is really an option.

Liar.

I force my mind to replay yesterday to remind myself who Sergei is. As I do, I end up in the same place. He hasn’t hurt me. In fact, he’s done the opposite. Still, at some point, he’s going to hand me over to his father. There’s no escaping that.

Slowly, I try to wiggle my way out of his hold. If he wakes up, I’ll say I’m trying to go to the bathroom. The thick black curtains don’t give away what time it is. The only light that spills into the room is from the open bedroom door.

I swear it takes me thirty minutes to get out of his arms without waking him. When my feet touch the floor, I’m shocked that I did it. I stand there watching him to see if he is only toying with me again. Even in sleep, his expression is one of irritation.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the gun lying right on the nightstand. I creep around the bed until my hand hovers over it. I glance at Sergei, his chest still rising and falling in even breaths. The second my fingers grip the handle, Sergei's hand wraps around my wrist.

“You keep hesitating, princess. I’m starting to think you like me and want to stay.”

“Your mouth isn’t that good.”

“I don’t think your pussy agrees.” He smirks.

I want to smack it from his handsome face. “A vibrator can do the same.” I smirk back.

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