Page 69 of Ruthless Reign

She inhales sharply through her nose, but instead of yanking away, she closes her eyes, enjoying the feel of my hot tongue on her smooth skin.

“You know I’ll make you feel good, right?”

Eyes wide, she nods vigorously.

“Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet if I take my hand off your mouth?”

Liza thinks for a moment before nodding again. Then she does something surprising.

Her tongue snakes out between my fingers, the tip flicking over my skin, before she wraps her lips around a digit and draws it fully inside of her mouth. It feels like heaven, and I bite out a curse, my brain short-circuiting.

That is until I feel the sharp sting of teeth sinking in my flesh.

"Ouch," I whisper sharply.

She spits my finger out as if it’s poison. Her teeth marks are evident on my skin.

Shit. She did not hold back.

“How dare you try to make moves on me when you’re here with another woman!” she hisses, turned in her seat to face me. “A woman you couldn’t keep your hands off of a hot second ago.” She shoots daggers at me as she pushes at my chest, trying to get as much space away from me as possible.

My lips quirk up. I’m pleased that I inspire such fire in her. She's not as indifferent to me as she’d like to think.

I stand and calmly take the seat Anatoly vacated earlier. Now we look like two people just enjoying the show side by side.

I lean in to her. “There’s nothing between Katerina and me. It’s business, that’s all.”

“Oh yeah, ‘business’.” She angles her body towards mine, making air quotes. “Is that what we’re calling it these days? I hate to break it to you, but that kiss didn’t come across as all that professional.”

“Liza,” I say through gritted teeth. I cup her jaw in my hands so she’s forced to look at me. “She kissed me. Trust me, I’m not the least bit interested, but I need something from her and taking her as my date tonight was the only way to get her to agree to my terms. If I knew she was going to be all over me, I wouldn’t have agreed. She’s nothing to me." I carefully run my thumb over Liza’s lips. I don’t need another set of bite marks. “You've consumed my every thought, my every breath, since we've been apart. Deny it all you want, but you belong to me. You were always meant to be mine."

The air crackles like a live current between us. I don’t know who makes the first move, but the moment our mouths connect, she tilts her head back and matches my fierce kiss with equal passion. Our tongues dance together, and she moans.

I capture that sound, savoring her surrender as I explore her mouth, imagining it’s more than just my tongue pressing between her soft lips. Which it will be, soon.

But not now.

As much as I want to keep this scorching makeout session going, I also don’t want to be caught—for her sake, not mine. Liza is the one with something to lose. Yeah, we’re in the highest-level balcony and it’s dark except on the stage, but all it takes is one busybody with binoculars to see us. If we keep on going all hot and heavy like this, we’re going to attract unwanted attention.

I break from our kiss, and she releases a little whimper that I feel down to my balls. She’s not immune to my touch, just as I’m not immune to hers.

“Sit back in your seat,” I whisper to her. “And lift your dress.”

Still breathing heavily, she gives me an “are you serious” look. I give her an “I’m dead serious” look back.

Even in the dim light, she’s so damn beautiful that my heart stops beating in my chest. With her wide, green eyes and high cheekbones dusted with the smallest collection of freckles that she can’t completely hide, I could look at her forever.

But tonight, I’m going to do a lot more than look.

She’s breathing hard, but her gaze doesn’t waver from the stage. I lean towards her, reaching down to grab the hem of her dress, and flip it upwards so she’s exposed to me. After seeing the white scrap of lace she wore at the auction, I didn’t expect the simple cotton pair of panties she’s wearing now.

My hand settles on her bare inner thigh, and I push her panties aside and dip between her legs, running a gentle finger up and down along her slit. Her mouth hangs open, her eyes fluttering closed with just the barest touch from me.

My good girl has been craving this as much as I have.

“Fuck,” I grit out, my cock straining against my dress pants.

Pavel might have been right about my blue balls because no matter how much I jerk off with Liza in mind, my dick is craving the real thing. To be buried to the hilt inside of her.