Page 39 of Tainted Empire
“Do I look like I’m fucking joking?” I say, leaning forward to kiss his cheek and moving my hips slowly. “I want to enjoy my time with you, baby…”
I can feel his jaw tighten against my lips and can’t help but smile as I ride him slowly. This is killing me just as much, but I’m not about to show him that. I throw my head back while hopping on his cock, trailing my hands over my breasts and pulling at my nipples.
The fury in his eyes doesn’t even scare me, it makes me want to put my new-found power to good use. He moves his hands to my hips and I swat them away, grinding faster on him. Every time he tries to touch me, I swat his hands away and I know he’s getting even more pissed off with me.
I lean forward, my hands on his chest and watch him grit his teeth and fist the sheets in his hands.
“Gabriette,” he breathes out my name when I slow down again. “I don’t want to hurt you—”
“You won’t—”
“Let me fucking touch you!” he growls, his hands moving to the headboard, white-knuckling it. “Just…fuck, let me touch you.”
“No,” I say, picking up my pace again and waiting for him to tense up, before I slow down again. “Beg me, and I might just say yes.”
“Fuck…fuck….” he groans. “Please, Malyshka…Please let me touch you..”
The lost look on his face actually makes me feel guilty. “Do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes!” he groans, gripping the headboard. “Please, I’ll… fuck, I’ll do anything! Just let me come, let me touch you, let me kiss you. I need it, please… Please…”
He peers up at me and fuck me, I don’t think the whole taking charge thing is for me. I definitely prefer to be the one being at the receiving end of this, so I lean forward and kiss his lips.
“I need you, baby,” I whisper and before I can even register what’s happening, I’m flipped onto my stomach.
Mikhail grabs my hips and slams hard into me with a growl, his fingers painfully digging into my sides. He doesn’t let up and I don’t want him to, not even when we both come, not even when we’re so fucking spent.
Yeah, I think I prefer him taking charge. Turns out, I’m a shit Domme.
Chapter 22
Mikhail
The morning light filters softly through the windows as I sit in my office, the remnants of an intimate morning with Gabriette still lingering in my mind.
She fucking took control of me like she never has before. I’ve never been one for being dominated, but the way she handled me this morning made me more aware of how much that petite queen owns me.
And what a goddamn queen she is.
She’s in her music room now, the gentle strains of her cello drifting through the air, a calming presence in the midst of chaos. I pick up my phone and dial my father’s number, the weight of my suspicions pressing heavily on me.
“Pappa,” I greet him as soon as the call connects. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Mischa,” my father’s gruff voice greets me, and I waste no time diving into the heart of the matter.
“I’ve been thinking about this whole fucking mess with Dasha’s brother,” I begin, leaning back in my chair. “What if he was groomed by the bastards who took him? Molded into a weapon against us for some or other reason?”
There’s a brief silence on the other end, and I can almost picture my father, his brow furrowed in thought. “It’s a fucked up theory, but it makes sense,” he finally says. “It’s easy to brainwash a child who has nothing to lose.”
“Exactly, but it makes no fucking sense to me.”
My father’s voice turns icy. “If that’s the case, we’re dealing with an enemy we never even knew existed.”
I clench my fist, feeling a surge of anger at the thought. “We need to uncover who’s behind this, who’s been pulling his strings all these years. If it isn’t Alberto simply after my territories and it isn’t Dasha’s brother out for revenge, who the fuck is it?”
“We’ll get to the bottom of this, son. But you need to be careful,” my father warns. “It’s a calculated attack to hit you through your wife, and they won’t stop until they get what they want.”
“I know; they’ve fucked with the wrong family,” I growl, the resolve in my voice as solid as steel.