Perfect Monster (The Oligarchs) - Page 35

“I want to taste you.”

Those words almost set me over the edge.

He spread me wide and licked me, sucked me, lapped me up with a hunger I’d never experienced before. I grabbed his hair hard, venting my anger and frustration as I pushed his mouth against my pussy. I rolled my hips, and he only growled in response and sucked my clit harder. He pulled back, sunk his fingers inside, used his thumb, and grabbed my hair tight.

“I want to see you come. When you’re finished, you’ll suck my fingers clean and thank me for it.”

“Fuck you.” My eyes rolled back. Bliss ripped along my skin.

“You’re my wife now. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. For now, you’ll come on my fingers, and you’ll be happy I gave you that much.”

“Oh god Roman. You can’t do this to me.”

“I can and I will. I don’t play games. I don’t go half way. I’m going to rip this world to pieces and you’re going to come with me for the ride. I’ll make it worth your while my doll, my princess, my perfect, beautiful goddess. I’ll fuck your tight cunt and make you suck my cock until I fill your throat. I’ll make you come, again and again. I’ll leave you a sweaty, moaning mess, and then use you for my pleasure. All that I ask is you give me what I want. All I ask is your hand in marriage.”

My back arched and blinding pleasure rocked down my spine. I came on his hand like nothing I’d ever felt before, like an avalanche, like a tidal wave. My mind was gone, my body was on fire, and there was Roman and his voice talking me through it, making me give him what I wanted, and unable to stop him.

That monster. That fucking bastard.

My orgasm slowly ended. He licked my nipple, bit it hard, and pulled his fingers out.

True to his word, he pressed them against my lips.

I took them inside my mouth. I bit him hard, but he only grunted in pain and didn’t pull away.

I released my jaw, then took his fingers as deep into my mouth as I could, staring into his eyes the whole time.

He wanted to use me?

Let him use me.

I’d try and fuck him in return if I could.

I sucked my juice from him, savoring every drop, rolling my tongue around and around. I pulled back and let a string of saliva drip onto his fingertip.

His eyes roamed my body. His cock was so hard it strained against his bathing suit.

I thought he might push me down and fuck me then and there.

Instead, he pulled back and stood.

I covered my scar instantly. I didn’t care if he looked at my tits—which he did, hungrily. But he wouldn’t have my scar. He couldn’t have my past, what happened to me.

My body, maybe. But not what I was.

“I know you’re angry, but I’m doing all of this for a reason. I’m saving your life and getting what I want.”

“You could’ve asked me first.”

“Maybe. But what’s the fun in that?” He spit more blood on the tile. “I like it when you bite. Harder next time.”

Then he grabbed a towel from a rack next to the door and left the room.

I wrapped my arms around myself and sat there staring at the water for what felt like forever before I managed to get up, dry myself off, and pull my clothes back on. I smelled like pool water and sex.

And I could still taste him on my lips.

Blood and pussy and desire.

13

Roman

For the first time in years, I jerked off in the shower. The chlorine water rinsed off my skin as I came, my eyes closed tight, the imagine of Cassie’s mouth hanging open, of her biting my lip, the sharp pain and pleasure, of her sucking my fingers clean like a good girl, of her breasts, her pussy, all of her, even that scar, especially that scar—

I finished and stood there panting, still fucking hard.

I was supposed to have control.

Instead, I had Cassie.

I dressed and went into my office. Roza joined me a few minutes later, looking suspiciously chipper.

“How’d the swim go?” she asked, stretching her legs.

“It was interesting.”

“I take it you told her about the marriage. She was pretty pissed when I brought her up.”

“I should’ve warned you. Sorry about that. My plans changed.”

“It’s okay, she’s your wife, your problem.” Roza sighed and tapped a nail against her chin. “Although to be honest, I sort of hoped you’d get marriage the old-fashioned way. You know, without tricking anyone.”

“Unfortunately, you won’t get your wish.”

“It’s a shame. But on the other hand, I really like her.”

“I didn’t marry her because you approve.”

“Yeah, yeah, all part of the plan, I know.” She rolled her eyes. I didn’t know why I put up with her shit.

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