“You have to believe me because you have me drugged,” I moan.
He chuckles darkly.
“It’s not funny.”
He tucks his thumb in my mouth, and I suck on it, somehow eager to taste more of him. To please him.
“It’s a little funny.”
The idea of biting his thumb filters through my brain, but no part of me wants to take action on it.
“You are cute like this. I love to hear your unfiltered thoughts.”
“What’s going to happen to me?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” For some reason, I believe he is speaking the truth, too. “But for now, I am your prison guard. Which I like.” His gaze turns feral. “Keeping you chained to my bed is a great pleasure.”
I blink up at him. “What will you do with me…in your bed?” I don’t think I’m consciously trying to seduce him, but the drug has released my inhibitions.
My body craves his touch. Craves satisfaction under his expert hands.
He straddles my waist. “What do you want me to do with you?”
I moan, sounding wounded. “I want you to touch me.”
He strokes a hand from my throat to my shoulder, then lower, to cradle my breast, which he squeezes roughly. “Like this?” He tugs the covers down to pinch my nipple into a tight bud. “How do you like to be touched, Kira?”
I shake my head. “Touch me…the way you want. The way you touched me last time. Before.” I get confused about when our last time was.
He strokes his hand down my side and back up again. Lowers his head to suck my taut nipple. “You like it rough, Kira?”
“I didn’t think so, but yes. I enjoyed it with you. I…I was afraid and liked it at the same time.”
“Sometimes fear makes things more pleasurable,” he observes between tongue flicks.
“That…doesn’t make sense.”
“No? You don’t think fear could sharpen your senses? Make the pleasure more potent and the release more powerful?”
My hips buck as if he were already fucking me. I already require release.
He doesn’t touch me roughly, despite my begging. Instead, he trails his fingertips lightly over my skin, making gooseflesh rise in his wake. He traces around my belly button, up between my breasts.
“Who makes you scream back home?” An air of danger shimmers around him, like he wants to kill every man I name.
When I moan, “No one,” he relaxes.
“How do you think I should punish you for what you’ve done? For bugging the building? Giving our security information to the FBI?”
“Ohhh,” I moan and arch, rocking my pelvis trying to find friction where I need it most.
“Hmm, moya malen'kaya Valkiriya?”
My legs swish under the covers like I’m swimming through an ocean of lust. I roll my head on the pillow. “I want you to punish me.”
He chuckles. “Little warrior–it’s a guarantee. I plan to punish you thoroughly. I just haven’t decided how much will be pleasure and how much will be pain.”
I work hard to focus on his face.
“Of course, there’s always the possibility of withholding pleasure. Perhaps that would be the best angle with you. Hmm? Get you all riled up but never let you come? That seems a fitting punishment, doesn’t it?”
“No-oo,” I moan. I attempt to sit up. “I hate that. Don’t do that.”
He pushes me back down with a finger on my sternum. “You’re in no position to negotiate.”
“Maykl…”
He meets my gaze. I rub my lips together. “You can–you should…do whatever you want with me. I want you to do everything. Everything you want.”
Oh God. Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? I can’t believe the shameful things pouring from my lips.
He lowers his head and flicks his tongue in my belly button, trailing it lower, pushing the covers down to reveal my bare legs. I part them wide for him, begging for it.
“You want my tongue here, little warrior?” He touches the tip of his tongue to the apex of my labia, wiggling it a little to delve inside. Just a hint of what it would feel like if he made himself at home there. If he sought out and licked and tortured the throbbing little nubbin that resides just below.
“Y-yes,” I moan. “I want you to lick me there.” I sound hoarse. I roll my head from side to side. “Oh God, why am I saying these things?”
“Because you owe me all your truths,” Maykl says. “And I deserve them.”
He’s right. Or at least, in this moment, I feel that he’s right. That I owe him a complete baring of my soul. There’s no other way to win his pardon but to offer up everything I have to give: my body. My vulnerability.
I tricked him. Manipulated him. Betrayed his kindness.
Now I want him to take his due. Take from me everything he desires.
Maykl
Nikolai’s advice to me changed everything.
Now, as I make Kira writhe beneath me, I know what’s at stake. I know the bratva can’t let her go. Not after her betrayal. So the only way to make this work is to make her want me.