Page 98 of Ruthless Sin
I make a sound.
He stops. Looks up at me.
I push his shoulder back.
He goes. Lies back on the bed. Watch on his wrist. Pulse at his throat. Naked from the waist up. His belt is still buckled. The dark line of hair below his navel disappears into his waistband.
I climb onto the bed.
I straddle his thighs.
His right hand grips the sheet beside my hip. White-knuckled. His left hand finds my hip and rests there. Light. Not pushing. Not pulling.
I reach for his belt.
“Mila.”
“Not stopping me tonight,” I say.
My voice is rough.
He closes his eyes. Breathes out hard.
“Net. Net segodnya.”
No. Not tonight.
I undo the belt, the button, the zipper.
I look at his face the whole time. His eyes are dark. His jaw is tight. He’s not moving. Barely breathing.
I take the pants off him. Take the underwear off him.
He’s hard.
His cock is right in front of me. I haven’t seen this by choice in years.
I lean down.
I put my mouth on him.
Just the head. Just enough to taste salt and him.
He makes a sound like I’ve killed him.
His hand flies to my hair. Not pulling. Just holding. Shaking.
“Mila, bozhe moy.”
Mila, my god.
I pull back. Look at him.
His eyes are closed. His chest is moving fast. His cock is harder than it was.
The sound that came out of him. The shake in his hands.
I did that.
