Chapter 23
Max
Nika slides off the chair like a leopard closing in on prey as I remain on my knees, my senses saturated with her. The way she tastes, her silky smooth skin, those sweet little moans when she came.
My brain screams warnings, but I stay frozen, mesmerized by the sweep of her hair over her shoulders as she gets on her hands and knees, her flushed body crawling toward me.
Every step is hypnotic, graceful, awe-inspiring. And so damn hot.
I should put distance between us and re-establish the power dynamic. Remind her who’s the hunter and who’s the prey.
But I don’t, because right now, I’m no longer sure.
She glides across the floor with liquid grace, her tight ass bobbing and weaving, white hair trailing over her shoulders. Her breasts peek through the V-neck of her t-shirt, and her hungry eyes lock on mine.
She’s a fucking siren beckoning me beneath the waters, and part of me wants to let her lure me to my demise.
She reaches my knees and pauses. Then she eases her arms forward and lowers herself, her hands coasting up my thighs.
Head down, ass up.
It’s a submissive posture, but nothing in her expression says “surrender.” That glint in her eyes promises schemes.
My breathing runs shallow. Every nerve ending fires warnings I ignore as she reaches for my fly.
I’ve already unbuttoned my pants, and after a few fumbles, she manages to pull them down and liberate my dick. She wraps a hand around my cock and starts stroking. Every rational thought in my brain dissipates.
Sweet fucking hell.
She strokes base to tip. When her thumb swipes across the top, I nearly come off the floor. She does that long slide again, this time pressing the head against her tongue. That drags a grunt out of me.
Cool air rushes over my fevered skin as she inhales. Then she takes me into her mouth, all the way down.
The world blurs as she buries her nose into my groin and massages my dick with her throat.
With slow, seductive motions, she starts devouring my length. I’m so aroused that it takes conscious effort not to blow my load in her mouth. Her heat, her tongue, the glorious little noises as she sucks…
This is the most ridiculous, dangerous thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done a lot of ridiculous, dangerous things.
If Roman knew what I was doing, he’d kill me. A few days ago, I would’ve killed me too. I need to remind myself that she’s the enemy, that this murderous, captivating woman’s responsible for so much chaos and heartache.
But as she continues the devil’s work, I can’t quite muster up the will to give two flying fucks.
With her eyes closed and her body relaxed, she shimmies her shoulders a bit and settles more firmly against the floor.
She tucks both arms firmly between my knees, forcing her neck into an uncomfortable arch as she eases that hot mouth back and forth on my cock. She goes so deep, her chin presses against my balls.
She pulls back slightly, swirling her tongue around the head. Then she hollows her cheeks and takes me even deeper.
The suction is perfect. Too perfect. Like she knows exactly what will send me over the edge.
But she’s sloppy too. Her teeth snag on my skin, and she gags when she goes too far. I reach up to twist my fingers into her hair and tug her back, just a little, so she can catch her breath.
She gasps, licks her lips, and goes again.
She’s inexperienced, but I can’t help but wonder if she’s done this before.
How many times? How many men have felt this hot mouth? Seen those dark eyes shining with tears as she swallows?
The question rattles my chest, hot rage and jealousy warring with the tingling pleasure.
I’m so, so screwed.
I’ve lost my ever-loving mind to Nika Kozlov’s talented mouth.
Turning her head as she pulls back, she releases my dick with a wet pop.
“Is this what you wanted?” Her tongue slides down the side of my shaft, tracing patterns that drive me wild.
A groan escapes me as her lips and tongue work up and down my cock, ending with a slow suck on my balls.
“Yeah. That’s…shit…that’s right.”
She hums, satisfied, then returns to the head.
As she opens wide, I feed my cock back down her throat.
All my carefully constructed control dissolves. Just melts away under the onslaught of sensation and sight.
With her white hair spread all over, she looks naked. The perfect curves of her ass sway with every suck and pull. As she speeds up, her breasts gently tap against my thighs.
Gritting my teeth, I do my best to keep from fucking her throat. Even as I imagine flipping her around and plowing into her with all my strength.
Despite how submissive she appears, I’m damn near locked into place in this position. I can’t scooch forward without hurting her neck, to the side without crushing her arms, or back without losing my damn mind. Pulling away from this isn’t an option either.
All I can do is hold on.
My fingers stay threaded in her hair, clutching loosely enough to let her do as she pleases but solidly enough to keep myself grounded. At least, that was my initial intention. But she’s so damn good, I twitch, hauling her up and forcing her tongue to press harder against the bottom of my dick.
She responds just the way I want, with a muffled little moan vibrating through her mouth and rattling through my cock. Adjusting my grip, I tug her forward. Nika relaxes her throat and swallows me, settling her face against my body.
I’m drowning in this heat.
She’s choking on my cock, but I’m the one who can’t breathe.
Except she’s not choking. She’s swallowing, inhaling, and swallowing again. Fucking my length with her throat and rocking us with the motion.
I know what she’s doing. She’s not giving up. She’s seizing power. Telling me she can handle everything I am and then some and looking so composed as she does.
Her hair flutters like a ribbon, dancing around her shoulders as she speeds up and elongates her strokes. Tight, then tighter. Hot, then hotter. Better, then even better. My balls clench up. I’m right on the edge. Should I warn her? Try to withdraw? Come down her throat until she finally chokes?
Just the thought is enough to push me—
She stops, then opens her mouth completely, abandoning my dick.
Frustration rips through me, leaving my balls aching.
Are you kidding me?
My hands tighten in her hair, trying to tug her back, but she stays exactly where she is, between my knees but not touching. Then she slowly lifts her head to peer up at me.
Her lips are swollen, red, and wet from sucking my cock. Snowy hair lies in complete disarray over her shoulders, some strands plastered to her flushed and sticky cheeks, some still clutched in my fist.
She’s a damn goddess.
“Did you really think you could break me?” She licks those plump lips, her eyes dark and dangerous. “You don’t even know what matters here.”
What?
I try to think through the fog of lust and need and desperation. “What matters, Nika?” Other than flipping her over and fucking her until she begs for me to finish. Giving her so many orgasms that she becomes a limp puppet who only moves with the motion of my dick.
She strokes me once, just her hand palming from base to tip. “You sure you want to know?”
Lust barrels through me, and my hips buck. “Yes.”
Her hand squeezes me, the pressure cutting through the heat consuming me like a spike of ice. “You think you can handle the truth?”
My brain struggles to understand what’s happening. Of course I can handle the truth. “Spit it out.”
Her hand relaxes just enough for me to breathe, and her eyes harden. “Roman, the man you think is so devoted to family, to the Bratva, murdered his wife. He killed my mother. That’s why I want him to suffer.”
Time stands still.
The fire crackles. Outside, the wind howls. My heart hammers against my ribs as the words spin through my mind.
Roman…killed Lilia Kozlov?
No fucking way.