M I L A N A
I’m insane to keep pushing him, but I can’t stop thinking about the way he made me come over his knee. My body craves his touch, his kiss—him. The fleeting thought of escaping from the
bedroom window quickly dissipated. I should flee, but I want to stay with him for some inexplicable reason.
If I escape, where would I go? I’m thousands of miles from home. Lyov is the only thing that feels safe to me. As he grips my throat possessively, gazing into my eyes with such conflict. I can see him holding himself back.
It feels like forever ticks by before he pulls me toward him and kisses me hard. I moan into his mouth, loving the way it feels to be kissed by him again. Ever since our first kiss on the dancefloor in the club, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
Lyov drugging and kidnapping me couldn’t douse the hot passion he ignited inside of me. His tongue searches my mouth as if this is the last time he’ll ever kiss someone. He kisses me with such frantic and desperate need.
Yes, this is insane. It’s as if I’ve got fucking Stockholm Syndrome, but at the same time, he hasn’t once treated me like a prisoner—not really. In my mind, I’m trying to justify this undeniable pull I have toward him.
Whatever it is between us, we’ve both felt it since my dad’s club. There’s no denying it. He lifts me into his arms without saying a word and carries me into the bedroom. This time, he doesn’t leave me.
He sets me in the center of the bed and climbs over me. I moan as he kisses my neck, pushing the strap of my dress down to kiss my shoulder. The need for both of us to be naked is clawing at me. I tease my fingers under his t-shirt touching his muscled abs.
He tenses and then grabs my wrists, pushing them above my head. “No touching.”
I whimper as he whips his shirt off, revealing his hard, muscular body with ink scrolling like a work of art over every inch of skin. My mouth waters at the sight as I’ve always loved men with tattoos.
He ties my wrists with his shirt to the bed rails, making my heart rate speed up. Fuck. I’m utterly at the mercy of this man—tied and bound beneath him. My love of dominant men is a weakness and has been ever since I grew up around these hardened, bratva men.
Lyov is stunning. He is pure muscle wrapped in tanned skin and inked to the max. It’s as if he has is made for me.
The desire to run my hands over every dip and curve of his sculpted muscles is strong, but I can’t move. His dazzling blue eyes hold my gaze as he unzips my dress at the front, pulling it down my body.
I squirm under his hungry gaze, wearing only my black lacy thong and matching bra. The way he looks at me is enough to turn me to a molten puddle in the center of this bed. He kisses my neck gently, trailing kisses down to the center of my breasts.
I shiver at the gentle way he is treating me. It’s the opposite of what I expect and want. His hands grip my hips possessively as he trails kisses down my stomach. The anticipation of him reaching my core makes me squirm.
He hooks his finger into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and groaning as he stares at my most private place. I swallow hard, longing to feel him touch me again. Instead, he brings his lips there and licks at my clit.
I buck my hips as he slides a finger inside of me. He shifts between sucking and licking my clit with an intensity that makes me squirm in ecstasy. His finger moves in and out of me with careful strokes.
“Lyov,” I gasp, feeling my orgasm closing in on me quicker than I’ve ever known.
He spanks my thigh. “Call me, sir,” he groans, waiting for me to obey.
I lick my bottom lip, holding his gaze. It’s as if he knows what I’ve been craving. A man who can dominate me. A man who knows what it means to be a Dom.
“Sir,” I moan, arching my back as he continues his ministrations. The stinging pain where he slapped my thigh isn’t enough. I want him to flip me
over and paint my ass red. I’m shocked by my craving for pain. “Spank me, sir,” I moan.
He stills with his tongue on my center. “I’m in control,” he growls.
I bite my bottom lip. Lyov’s dominance only fuels my lust. He sinks his teeth gently into my clit, making me squeal. I’ve never felt this way with anyone. The way he doles out pain and pleasure simultaneously heightens every sense in my body. My nerve endings crackle. My body shakes.
“Fuck,” I cry out, shattering into thousands of pieces as he continues to lick me. He laps at every drop that spills from my center, tasting me. Finally, he sits back on his haunches and stares at me.
I feel more wanted than I’ve ever felt because of the look in his eyes. His fingers tease at the belt buck on his pants and my mouth waters. The thought of seeing every naked inch of him drives me wild.
He holds my gaze as he undoes his belt, then his pants zipper. It feels like torture as he slowly drags his pants down his muscled hips and thighs, chucking them off the bed. All that stands between me and Lyov’s naked body is a pair of tight, black boxer briefs.
They leave little to the imagination, as they cling to the enormous length of him. I’m so wet I can feel myself dripping onto the bed.
“Are you going to let me suck it, sir?” I ask, surprising myself with my boldness.
He growls, ripping his boxers off and exposing every hard, thick inch to me. I stare in utter shock at the size of him. My body aches at the thought of him inside of me. “Do you want to suck it, Malishka?” he groans, calling me baby in Russian.
I suck in a sharp intake of breath, trying to gather my thoughts. I’ve got a feeling my brain short-circuited for a minute. “Yes, sir.”
He fists his length in his hand and stands by the side of the bed. His cock is inches away from my mouth, a pearly bead of precum ready to be licked pooling at the tip. I lick my lips, wishing I could move closer.
His t-shirt tied around my arms holds me far enough away. I whimper as the longing to taste him overwhelms me. “Please, Lyov.”
He grips my chin hard, gazing into my eyes. “I told you to call me, sir.” “Please, sir,” I moan.
He kisses me hard. “Good girl.” Lyov moves closer and presses the tip of his cock against my lips.
I open them wide and accept him inside, moaning as his salty precum splashes onto my tongue. The hot, thick length of him slides in and out of my mouth. He is in control. Every thrust into my mouth is shallow, but I can see he is holding back.
I angle my head, trying to get more of him inside.
He groans and pulls his cock from my mouth. “So fucking good.” “Fuck my throat, sir,” I moan, holding his electric blue gaze.
He groans and shuts his eyes for a second. “Open wide, baby.”
I do as he says, and he slides every inch into my mouth. I relax, making sure I don’t gag. He starts to move in and out of my throat, groaning above me. His eyes flicker shut as thick, salty precum fills my mouth.
I gag, and he stops, pulling back and glancing at me. “Are you okay?” I nod my head, opening my lips to accept him inside again.
He pumps his hips upward, driving his cock into the back of my throat. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he says, sliding the length of him over my tongue.
I flick my tongue around the base of his swollen head, teasing more precum from him. I groan at the taste as he thrusts back into my throat. Breathing through my nose, I take every thick inch of him. He’s so fucking big.
Lyov grabs my hair and wraps it around his hand, driving me harder onto his cock. It turns me on more the way he takes control. His dominance is one of his most attractive qualities.
I gag as he hits the back of my throat, salivating all over him. He groans as he continues to thrust, making it difficult to breathe. He pushes me to the edge before letting go of my hair and allowing me to breathe.
“So perfect,” he purrs, gripping my chin between his finger and thumb and tilting my head toward his.
Lyov kisses me, searching my mouth with his tongue. I groan as he bites my bottom lip gently. For the first time, I’m learning how much I enjoy pain and pleasure together. It’s intoxicating.
He pulls away from my mouth and kisses my neck softly and gently. The kisses are such a contrast to his rough nature, making my body tremble. I groan as he sinks his teeth into my neck before kissing my collarbone. Lyov moves down lower, sending thrills through me.
The mere thought of his mouth down there again makes me tremble with need. The intensity increases between us by the second as he moves
down my body, kissing and nipping at me in a way that drives me wild. Lyov knows how to work my body and turn me to jelly in his palm.
I wriggle in his grip, earning myself a warning slap on my thighs. He grips my hips hard as he continues his descent. It feels like I’m going to burst out into flames any moment—I’ve never felt this way before.
Finally, he moves between my thighs, letting his breath tease against
me.
“Please,” I moan, bucking my hips toward his face.
“Fuck,” I cry out at the feel of his tongue against my sensitive nub,
licking and swiping in a way that promises release.
It’s fast and explosive. I can’t believe I’m doing this with a man who drugged and kidnapped me, but neither of us can resist the pull between us, it’s gravitational—too strong to resist.