King's Ransom (Ruthless Doms 3)

And when my cock glides between her lips, her eyelids flutter shut and she moans, the vibration making me hard as fuck.

“Milaya devushka,” I groan. Sweet girl.

It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, and fucking decades since I’ve been with one that I’ve had true feelings for. I’ve shoved the memory of Amaliya and any woman I ever cared about out of my mind. It’s too painful, and it’s easier to be who I am if I get off with women that I have no attachment to. But this woman… Fuck, this girl…

“Just like that,” I groan, when she rolls and sucks with ease. Her head bobs between my legs, she’s eager to please me. I reach down and grasp her nipples over her little dress, rolling them between my fingers as she works my cock.

“Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Work yourself to climax while sucking daddy’s cock.”

Her hand trembles while she glides it between her legs, and she moans again, the vibration on my shaft hot as fucking hell. My cock throbs in her mouth but she doesn’t relent, sucking me hard as she works her clit. The room fades while I draw closer to climax, and she’s working herself harder, faster. I tweak her nipples one last time before I chase my release. Hot come lashes in her mouth and she groans, her body shuddering as she brings herself to orgasm on her fingers while sucking down every drop, and it’s gloriously fucking beautiful. She groans and sucks, swallowing and writhing until she releases me. We’re panting and sweating when we look in each other’s eyes.

“Christ, Taara,” I groan when I finally settle.

I should feel regret. This isn’t right. I’ve just fucked her mouth in a roomful of predators, and we’re not here for pleasure. Not to mention, she’s way too young for me. Her mother practically left her to my care for fucks sake.

But I don’t. I fucking don’t. I draw her to me and hug her. With a sigh, she places her head on my knee. I run my hand over the top of her head.

“You please daddy very much, little one,” I whisper in her ear, and for the first time since I was forced to take her… this feels right.

Christ, I’m in so much trouble.Chapter 10TaaraI look up at his eyes, those beautiful eyes of his, and wonder if what I discern in those depths is real or my imagination because right then? I swear this isn’t just sex. This isn’t just my captor, the man who’s embraced cruelty in the name of justice and his brotherhood. There’s so much more I see right then, so much I can’t quite accept it, because if I let myself believe that what I hope is true, it will hurt too much if I find out it isn’t.

That he actually cares about me. That I mean something to him. That somehow, his feelings toward me have changed, like Caroline promised. I haven’t really done anything to merit that change. Not yet. But what if he felt that way before…

No. I have to stay focused.

My heart’s still drumming a rapid beat, a staccato rhythm that thunders through my entire being, after what we just did. And there’s more than that, other couples mingling all around us in this close, intimate setting thick with sex and domination.

He slips his cock back in his pants and zips them up, and the sound of the zipper makes me bite my lip and my cheeks heat. Oh lawdy, I just blew Stefan Morozov where anyone could see.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of me, and is it my imagination or is the sex-sated blissful look shifting?

“You’ve done that before,” he says, almost accusatory, his brows drawing together.

I’m still on my knees, still weak from coming, the salty taste of him lingering on my lips.

“Done what?” I ask. He reaches for my hand and brings me to my feet, then forcibly pushes me onto his lap. His only answer is a growl.

“Ohhhh.” It dawns on me, and I’m a little annoyed. “If you’re wondering if I’m a virgin, the answer is no. But yes, you’re the first man I’ve sucked off.”

God.

“Don’t say that. It’s vulgar.”

But his accusation annoys me. “Are you kidding me? We’re in a room full of people having outright orgies, and you want me to be all discreet?”

He reaches down and slaps my thigh, hard. “Ow! Hey!”

“I should lock you up.”

I’m feeling somehow more buoyant after what we just did, invincible even, so I kinda shrug a little. “Sounds hot.”

He isn’t amused, his grip on me tightening. “Taara.”

“Yes?” I ask sweetly.

“You were too good at that for me to believe that you’ve never done that before.”

Hot damn, I like this possessive side of him. I like that the thought of me with another man makes him angry. I like that he said I was good at that. But I told him the truth. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never given a blow job. I’ve never wanted to until right now, right here, with this man.