Page 46 of Depraved Royals
“Better?”
I nod as he peels the jumpsuit away from my body. “But now I’m only wearing a thong. It would be best if you got naked too. Only fair.”
Kal doesn’t need any encouragement, and his clothes are on the floor in a matter of seconds. He rolls me onto my back and runs his tongue between my tits.
“These are mine,” he says, “and I’m gonna remind you regularly by coming on them.”
“I don’t doubt it,” I whisper.
My nipples are already hard from the cold air. Kal flicks them with his tongue, warming them with his lips until they are hot and firmer than ever. It’s like my brain has short-circuited, and every lick pulls at my clit, making it swell.
“I’m in no hurry,” Kal says, his hand sliding along my side and settling on my mound. “I’m gonna tease you a while.”
“You know what?” I ask, sighing as he runs his fingertips over my pussy. “This isn’t how it’s done. Aren’t Bratva marriages supposed to be for mercenary reasons, like to pay a debt or cement an alliance or something? This all seems so…” my voice trails away as Kal presses harder, “… civilized.”
Kal kisses his way along my belly until his head rests against my inner thigh. He pulls my thong aside and inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of my arousal, and gives a low growl. His eyes meet mine.
“You think I’m fuckingcivilized?”
Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep into my pussy. I arch my back and gasp. He scissors his fingers inside me, stretching my sensitive inner walls as waves of sensation smash through me.
“Make no mistake, Dani. You light me up. But shadows are always darkest on the brightest days, and I’m no different. I brought out the nasty in you, but know this.” He lashes at my clit with his tongue, and I cry out. “I’ll honor and love you in the light, but when the darkness takes over, you’re mine to ruin. I own you, right down to your bone marrow. All I want is to worship your body until you’re sore and numb, yet still wanting more. Anything less than total submission isn’t gonna fucking cut it. Understood?”
I gasp my assent as his tongue works my clit again.
His words are terrifyingly arousing. The intensity of his desire is beyond my experience, and I’m damn sure he means every word he says.
I will be married to a man who will put his depravity to work, servicing my pleasure as long as I play his filthy games.
Hot fucking damn.
Who do I thank for this? What did I do to deserve him?
Kal turns his hand around, curling his fingers slightly as he moves them. I yelp as they push against my most sensitive spot.
“Oh,thereit is,” he says, massaging me firmly as he sucks my clit. “No wonder you make such a mess when you come, you dirty girl.”
Everything he says gives my nerves a renewed flash of pleasure, as though he’s touching me everywhere at once. I can’t decide whether I want him to shut the fuck up or keep whispering filthy sweetness to me until I climax from that alone.
Kal removes his fingers from inside me and sits up, taking the blanket with him. I didn’t realize how hot I was, and the rush of cool air on my skin feels incredible.
He’s a hell of a sight to behold. Broad-chested and muscled, his waist tapering into lean hips, his cock wet and swollen.
I want him inside me. The ache deep within is crippling.
“Turn over and get on all fours,” he says. “I wanna hit that sweet spot hard,milaya, and get you coming all over me.”
I turn around, my face in the pillow and my ass high.
Kal reaches under his pillow, his cock nudging my pussy as he leans around me.
He’s holding something in front of my face. It’s a whip with lots of strands and a handle, but I don’t know what it’s called.
Kal’s chin grazes my shoulder.
“You want this?” he asks.
I nod.