Page 27 of Devious Truth (Vicious Sinners #3)

My toes curl into the lush carpeting as his tongue sweeps past my lips, slow and forceful. His hand slips from my chin, diving into my hair, gripping tight enough to make my scalp tingle. He devours me with brutal patience; every stroke of his tongue leaving no question of who I belong to.

“Get on your knees for me.” He releases my hair and retreats back to the bed.

Slowly, I lower myself to my knees. Heat races up my chest, covering my throat and my face.

It shouldn’t be this easy. He gives a command, and I obey? Where has my spine gone? Why does my stomach flip every time he looks at me this way—sensual and commanding.

“Now crawl to me,” he points to a spot just in front of him.

I take a slow breath, unsure if I can. My gaze flickers to the belt still on the bed. Incentive to obey. Or is it incentive to disobey?

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Vee. Crawl to me.”

Leaning forward, I press my hands into the carpeting. It’s lush and warm. But still, as I move across it, sliding my knees over it, it sends cold shivers through me. How easily this man has bent me to his will.

Focusing on his feet, I keep moving. If I look up, he’ll see how aroused, how utterly desperate I am for him.

“Give me your eyes,” he orders when I reach him.

Slowly, I tilt my head back until I find his eyes—molten pools of need. Another shiver hums across my naked flesh.

“Good girl.” His thick lips spread slowly into a wide grin. “I want you to take slow breaths, deep breaths, all right?”

I realize how shallow my breathing has become, and I sink back onto my heels.

“Slow, Vee. There’s nothing to panic about here, it’s just me and you.” He steps closer to me, cupping my cheek. “Slow and steady; that’s right. Keep your eyes on me. Such a good girl for me already.”

Warmth spreads over my body. The racing thoughts slow, then quiet.

My vision comes into focus. From my submissive position, kneeling at his feet, Ivan towers over me. A looming, dangerous presence, yet my soul calms.

He reaches down, cupping my jaw. “My cock is going to look so beautiful between these pretty lips.”

Instinctively, my gaze drops to his crotch, where his cock tents the slacks.

“My girls wants my cock in her mouth, doesn’t she?” He runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “Answer me, Vee. Do you want my cock in your mouth? Shoved down your throat until you’re not sure you’ll be able to breathe?”

I do, so badly I do. What is wrong with me?

“Yes, sir,” I manage to get the words past the knot in my throat.

He turns his bottom lip inward, dragging his teeth over it. Pride flickers behind his stare.

“Beg for it.” He drops his hand to his side. “Beg to suck my cock.”

I lean back, away from him, shuffling back across the carpet.

“Don’t go anywhere.” He points a finger at me. “Stay there, on your knees, and beg to suck my cock. If you do a pretty enough job, I’ll reward you.”

Oh, god. I can’t. This is an entirely different level of depraved. Made only worse by how my pussy slickens with need.

“Breathe, baby.” His voice is soft, tender, like he’s guiding me through a jungle of emotions. “You can do this; I know you can.”

I press my lips together, glancing at the belt laying on the bed. Incentive to do well, or to do poorly? I’m not even sure which way I want this all to go anymore.

“Vee.” His voice snaps, like a twig breaking in the silent forest alerting to the whereabouts of the serial killer giving chase.

“I’m…” I swallow, wetting my throat. “Please, sir. Let me suck your cock.”

Humiliation rains down on me. I sound pathetic and lame.

“You can do better.” He unbuttons his pants, lowering his zipper slowly while my eyes are transfixed on the action.

“Please.” I lick my lips. “Please let me…” My voice trails off as he pulls out his dick, fisting his thick fingers around his shaft.

He squeezes, strokes his length until a clear pearl bead appears at the tip. Fixated, I scoot forward again, bringing myself as close to him as I can without touching.

“What do you say?” He touches the top of my head with his free hand. Not forcing me down, or grabbing my hair, just resting his hand on me.

Through hooded eyes, I look up at him. “Please let me suck your cock.”

I’m more confident this time, more firm in my resolve.

“Again. Be more convincing.” He rubs the pearl of moisture from the head of his dick with his thumb and brings it to my mouth, smearing it across my bottom lip. “Again.”

Sliding forward again, I tilt my head back so I can peer up at him. “Please, Sir, please let me lick your cock. I want to please you. I want you to fuck my throat.”

My skin burns with arousal. So help me, I want it, I want it so badly, I can almost taste the salty sweetness of him on my tongue already.

“Open your mouth.” He fists his dick again, bringing the rounded head up to my lips. “Open wide and don’t move, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I nod and do as he says, parting my lips and sliding my tongue out, waiting for him to glide himself in.

In the next instant, he thrusts his cock into my mouth, straight into my throat. I gag, cough, start to lean back, but his hand fists into my hair, holding me steady.

“Stay still.” He orders.

Tears form in my eyes.

“Breathe through your nose. Swallow me down. You can do this, baby. I know you can.” He sounds like he’s holding his demons back.

Spreading my hands across his thighs, I close my eyes and listen to him.

“That’s right, deep breath through your nose.” He pushes further in, and I swallow, fighting my gag reflex. “Ooh, so fucking good.”

Slowly he withdraws, but only enough for me to get a breath before he plows forward again. I swallow him down, fisting his pants.

“My good little fuck toy,” he groans, holding my head steady while he fucks my throat. In and out, he thrusts.

I hold steady, focusing on my breathing.

“Such pretty tears,” he catches them as they roll down my cheeks, with his thumb. He brings them to my lips, stretched over his thick cock, and wipes the tears across my lips. “Deep breath.”

I inhale as much as I can, but he gives me little time before he pushes forward. The fat head of his cock pushes past my reflexes, slipping down my throat.

His fist tightens in my hair as I’m brought toward his stomach. The coarse curls of his pubic hair tickles my nose.

“Fuck.” He growls and pulls me back and I suck in air.

My lips burn from the stretch, my lungs sore from struggling to breathe. My soul soars when I look up and find him beaming down at me with pride.

“On the bed, Vee.” He steps away, shoving his pants down to his ankles.

I lick at my lips. “But I didn’t?—”

“If I don’t get inside you this minute, I’m going to kill someone. On the bed.” He jerks his head toward the massive four-poster bed.

Climbing over me, his muscles ripple with tension. He pushes my thighs apart, hooking his arm beneath my knee and sinking into me with one thrust.

I arch back, crying out from the sudden fullness.

“Fuck. You feel so good. So fucking good!” He plows into me, grabbing hold of my hip with his free hand.

The bed rocks with our movements.

I pull him down to me, needing his kiss as he ravishes me.

I’m left dizzy and reeling when he breaks the kiss, staring down at me with his eyes full of need, his mouth falling open as he continues to pound me into the mattress.

He lets my leg loose, but I hook my ankle behind his back, using the leverage to buck at him. I meet him thrust for thrust, and we kiss again, and again.

He mutters words in Russian against my ear. I don’t know the words, but I feel the meaning of each as they roll over my skin, warming me and loving me.

“I have to come.” I cry out, feeling the damn about to burst. “Please!”

He bites down on my neck. “Come for me, dirty girl. And make it good.”

Repositioning himself, he thrusts into me at a new angle, a steeper one, stealing my breath and any coherent thought I might have had.

My throat stretches again, this time around a soundless scream as an orgasm tears through my body.

He grips my hips, grabbing at me with the ferocity of a madman seeking a cure.

Hard thrusts jerk the headboard against the wall in a cadence that melts easily into his animalistic grunts and groans until he stills, unleashing his seed into me.

Softly, I brush my fingers across his brow, easing away the tension as he floats back to the earth with me. Reaching up, I kiss his chin, his cheek, then his mouth.

Cradling his head, I pull him into me, tasting the sweetness of him, the spice of his kiss.

“Do you still think you should have gone to your apartment?” He asks, every word deliberately chosen, careful not to call it home.

“No.”

He shifts onto his side, and I follow, rolling to my side to face him.

“The water gets so much hotter here than my place.”

He smiles, a gentle tug on his lips that’s wiped away when his phone pings from somewhere in the mess of clothes he’s left on the floor.

Reaching beneath us, he pulls the thick quilts down and waits until I wiggle beneath them before pulling them up to my chin.

“You’re not coming to bed yet?” I lean up onto my elbow, watching him saunter around the foot of the bed toward the closet.

A moment later he comes out in a pair of black jeans and a dark gray sweater. “There’s a few more things I need to see to. I’ll be up soon, but you should sleep. You had a long shift.”

“Did you watch me on the cameras? Because it’s creepy when you do that.” I roll onto my back, stretching my legs out.

He kisses me, then turns off the side table lamp. “It’s not creepy when it’s me.”

“Ivan?” I stop him as he’s shutting the door.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?” With the hallway light shining from behind him, I can’t get a clear look of his expression. But his tone tells me everything.

“It will be.”