Page 100 of Ruthless Sin

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Another inch.

“Bozhe,”he breathes.“Ty.”God. You.

Every inch of him. Hot. Hard. Filling me.

I lower the rest of the way.

He’s all the way inside me.

I sit on him. Don’t move. Let my body adjust to the fullness.

The chain is against my throat. The window is cracked. I can hear cicadas. I can hear his breath. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears.

His eyes are closed. He hasn’t let go of the sheet.

He says, through his teeth.

“Moya.”Mine.

He opens his eyes. Doesn’t take it back.

I tighten around him.

The sound that comes out of my throat is small, surprised.

His mouth falls open. The air punches out of him.

“Yesli ty sdelayesh’ eto snova, ya ne vyderzhu.”

If you do that again, I won’t last.

“Good,” I say.

I want him to not last. I want to be the reason.

I do it again.

He groans. His cock throbs inside me. The pulse goes through me.

“Ty ubivayesh’ menya.”You’re killing me.

I start to move, just a slow roll of my hips.

He makes a sound at the back of his throat. Raw. Hungry.

The friction is everything. I move on him easy.

I move again.

His left hand slides from my hip up to my breast. His thumb brushes the chain. He doesn’t move it. Just holds my breast in his hand while I ride him.

I arch into his hand.

“Tak khorosho,”he says through his teeth.“Ty tak khorosho sebya chuvstvuyesh’.”

So good. You feel so good.

I move faster.

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