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There was no reason to be jealous of any man between her thighs before me…and yet I was.

I despised any man who knew how talented that tongue was, who knew what her cunt tasted like.

There was no way a man could fuck someone like her and not spend the rest of their life thinking about her every time they jerked off.

Every one of those bastards deserved to die.

Any man who knew what sounds she made when she came apart at the seams deserved a bullet between the eyes.

I couldn't change the past, but I could erase her memory of them.

The only cock she was ever going to ache for, ever dream about, let alone remember, was going to be mine.

Something dark and twisted rose in my chest.

I was overwhelmed with a primal need to fuck her so hard, so fast, so painfully, that all thought of any other man was literally pounded out of her head.

Pulling my thumb from between her lips, I moved down her body, spreading her thighs open with my shoulders. First, I wanted a taste of her sweet cunt. To know what her arousal tasted like directly from the source.

CHAPTER 14

ALINA

My body trembled as Pavel captured my gaze.

He held me with his dark eyes as his head lowered between my thighs.

A breath caught in my throat as he opened his mouth and pushed his long tongue out, licking the seam of my lips.

The monster was teasing me, toying with his food.

"Stop," I said, the word sounding weak to my own ears.

"Ask nicely," he taunted, lifting just enough that I could see his wicked grin before he made a show of sticking out his tongue and running the point over the seam again, this time pushing in just enough to make my skin erupt into goosebumps.

It wasn't just the tip of his tongue; it was the cool silky sheets at my back, his soft warm skin against my legs. The strength of his hands on my body and his shoulders under me. It was his warm moist breath ghosting across myskin, even the cold metal biting into my wrists somehow adding to everything.

It was all too much and not enough at the same time, and he knew it.

He shouldn't have had this kind of control over me.

"Please," I gasped as he parted my folds with his thumbs, spreading me out for him. Exposing the most vulnerable, intimate parts of me to the cool air.

"Well, when you beg so beautifully, how can I not make you feel good? God, your cunt even smells sweet." He flicked my clit with just the tip of his tongue.

I cried out, and Jesus wept as a shock of pure bliss shot through my body.

What the hell was that? I didn't know he could make my entire body jump with the smallest flick of his demonic tongue. That was it. That had to be it.

He was literally a demon. No mere mortal man should have been able to do that.

I may have been a virgin, untouched until Pavel got me in his sights, but I had heard the stories. Except no one had warned me about that.

He ignored my pleas as I begged him to stop. Over and over again, he stretched out his tongue and flicked my clit while holding me with his dark gaze.

He was enjoying the pleasure and the torment dancing across my features. I tried to school my face, to keep it blank, unaffected, so it wouldn't encourage him. It simply wasn't possible.

The urge to scream overwhelmed me. My hips wanted to buck against his mouth. The sensation was too much, too intense. Every instinct told me to kick him away.