Page 61 of Twisted Little Game

“Quit talking and come.”

“Tell me to stop, if it’s…”

His hand finds its way to the back of my head again, and he pushes against me, increasing the pressure of my lips on his neck.

“Your tongue feels very good,” he murmurs, leaning harder into my mouth.

I moan softly as he reaches to grip my free wrist in his hand, cuffing it. Each of my limbs is constrained now other than the hand I’m using to get off. I kiss higher along his neck, moving upward, and when I bite his earlobe I hear him mutter a soft curse in Russian.

“Jesus, you are so fucking hot,” I murmur near his ear.

He grips my wrist harder like it’s a punishment.

I turn my head so that I’m near his face, and I lean in to rest my forehead against his. I can feel his breath on my lips. All I would have to do is get a couple of inches closer and our lips would touch.

“So needy for it,” he murmurs, his accent coming out.

“Mm,” I hum, “But you like that, don’t you?”

“Hush.”

But a rush of warmth from his palm hits the center of my chest. He grips the front of my tank top in his fist, clutching at the material, yanking at me like he’s trying to fucking merge with my body.

I move lower and clasp my teeth around his lower lip, biting it and pulling back.

He lets out a low moan as I bite his lip, and I don’t even know if it’s pleasure or raw anger.

It’s not a kiss.

I’m following the fucking rules.

It’s far more aggressive than a kiss, and other than my teeth, no part of me is touching him. I want him to explode. I want him to give me anything, and I would enjoy it all the same.

I slowly release my teeth from his lip, pulling it once more before I force myself to let it go.

His expression looks shattered. Like someone just dosed him with a sedative, and the only thing he’s fixated on is me. He clutches at my shirt again, then brings his other hand up under my jaw, tilting my face with his fingers. He gazes at me for a beat and I swear to everything holy that any person would do anything for him if he looked at them like that.

He leans in, closing the gap between us.

His teeth close down around my lip this time, instead.

I groan into his mouth and it pushes me over the edge as I stroke my cock harder, losing any scrap of control I was still clinging onto.

His teeth stay clamped over my lip and he pulls it back with much more ferocity than I gave to him. My cock pulses in my fist, and I don’t even know where I’m coming, it’s so sudden.

Everywhere, as far as I can tell.

I shoot hard, tensing up and then going slack, my chest pushing against his clenched fist. Roman’s teeth linger on my lip as I come, and the moment I catch my breath, he releases his bite.

I need more.

I just came, and I already want more.

I want his teeth all over me. If he ever gave me his tongue…

So fucked.

So, so deeply fucked.