Chapter 24
The foolish girldoesn’t listen. When I walked in here earlier, I had no intention of actually fucking her. I just wanted to scare some sense into her—sense she’s clearly lacking. But once again, she managed to get the upper hand.
She offers her body to me in hopes that I won’t reveal her little secret. Auctioning her virginity.
She’s out of her mind if she thinks Anatoly won’t notice. He values her virginity like a rare gem.
A better man would have turned and walked away, but it turns out I’m not that man. Not after I’ve already had a taste of her and have been craving for more.
I shrug off my jacket and unbutton my shirt with frenzied energy, letting it fall to the floor. She can’t see my shirtless form, but the fewer clothes between us, the better.
The candles in the room bathe her body in light, flickering over her breasts with her each breath. I’m desperate to get my mouth on her, to graze every inch of her glistening skin with my tongue, teeth, and lips.
“Roman, it’s… I need more.”
I stretch her pussy open and dive in with my tongue, pushing as deep as I can go. Her soft whimper fills the air, and her squirming intensifies as her liquid heat fills my mouth.
“Do you know how hungry I am for you? No woman has ever made me this hard,” I tell her, grinding my aching cock into the mattress.
I nip at the sensitive bud, circling my tongue in a steady rhythm around her clit. Easing a finger back inside her soaking wet hole, I feel how needy she is. Her pussy clenches tightly around my finger. My little innocent wants me to make her come.
She looks so fucking hot like this. Need glistens between her spread thighs, and she’s ravenous for me—my tongue, my finger, and soon my cock—to take her over the edge.
I laugh quietly. “Half a million dollars, and you’re worth every penny,” I whisper against her folds.
Fuck, I would have easily spent more. She could have all my money for all I care because this is the most alive I’ve felt since… I can’t remember. Still, the idea that she was willing to sell herself to nearly anyone sets my blood on fire. I want to fucking know why.
Time to take her to the brink.
I do it slowly, driving my finger in and out of her before slipping in a second digit as I lap at her clit, using the stubble of my beard to heighten the pleasure between her legs.
She’s not the only one on a knife’s edge. I want to savor her every moan, her every whimper, and every drop of wetness smeared on my face.
But I also want answers.
“Tell me what you really need the money for,” I whisper against her inner thigh, my fingers gently working in and out of her.
Liza shakes and trembles. She’s so close I can taste it.
She thrashes her head, refusing me the answers I want.
I’m keyed up beyond belief, my cock leaking pre-cum into my pants because I don’t trust myself to free my dick, knowing my restraint is hanging on by a thread.
“Come on, milaya.” My breath coasts over cunt. “You can tell me.”
She moans, biting her bottom lip when I give her one more taste of pleasure by slipping my tongue inside of her. Her nipples pebble in response to my touch.
“Fine. I-I like to shop. I need the money for clothes and stuff.”
Such a pretty little liar. She’ll pay for that.
I run the length of my nose along her slit as I breathe her in one last time. Then I withdraw from her completely, hands and mouth. I even step off the bed, leaving her cold.
“Roman?” she mewls.
So needy.
“I know, baby. I know.” I wipe the mist of sweat from her brow, comforting her with my touch. If she only knew how much this was costing me as well. “All you have to do is be honest with me. I deserve the truth, don’t I?”
Her lip quivers, perspiration coating her upper lip. Her body is protesting the loss of my touch, but her mind is holding firm—I can tell by the stubborn set of her jaw and the way she’s lying rigid.
I know a hundred different ways to make a captive talk, but they all include methods I wouldn’t dream of applying to Liza.
I’ll never hurt her—for that matter, neither will anyone else—but I will toy with her, make her so crazy and delirious with pleasure that she won’t be able to hold back from telling me everything.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to make her feel more than she ever thought possible.
“Roman, please,” I beg, teetering on the edge.
I desperately need his mouth and fingers to return to where they were before he started with all his stupid questions. Despite my need, I won’t spill a word. Roman might desire me, but at the end of the day, his loyalties lie with Anatoly—the man he’s in business with. Not me.
His fingertips brush my right breast, sparking a cascade of unfamiliar, thrilling sensations. “You want me to believe that you were auctioning your innocence for spending money? Please.” His voice rumbles beside my ear, the deep rasp doing nothing to cool the need firing through me.
When his tongue encircles my nipple and draws it into the warmth of his mouth, a shock of pleasure so intense it feels foreign crashes through me. Is it supposed to feel like this?
“Just tell me what I want to know, and I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
I try to talk some sense into him. “You don’t need to do this. It doesn’t matter.”
His chuckle is dark and sexy. “If it doesn’t matter, why do you refuse to tell me?”
My instincts kick in, and I attempt to close my thighs, seeking some form of release, but the restraints hold firm. Exposed and at his mercy, I”m his to explore, tease, and deny.
“Forget it,” I rasp. “Untie me, and let’s get out of here. There’s no point in any of this.”
“I make the rules tonight.” He drops a kiss on my aching clit, causing sparks of electricity to shoot through my body.“I decide when we’re done, when I’ve had enough.” He teases a lick between my folds. “I’m not even close to being finished with you. Maybe by the end of the night, you’ll be ready to tell me what I want to know.”
God, this man is fucking frustrating beyond belief. He may be stubborn, but I’m a damn mule when I want to be, and he’ll soon learn that.
“Fine.” I shift on the bed, willing my body to cool down to fight the torrent of need he’s stirred inside of me with his wicked fingers and tongue. “Do your worst. You’ll get nothing out of me.”
His voice is low and tinged with amusement when he teases, ”I suppose we”ll see.”
This time, his mouth is insistent, sucking hard on that bundle of nerves, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips. His fingers make a “come here” motion inside of me, leaving me writhing with need.
For the love of all that is holy, what is this voodoo magic he’s using on me? Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined such raw intensity. He’s the first and only man to make me feel this way. With every suck and lick, I”m falling under his spell, an orgasm building like an impending storm. And just as a deep, throaty moan escapes my lips… he pulls away.
I pant, helpless, and try to breathe through the loss of his touch. It’s a good thing I’m tied down because if my hands were free, I’d throttle Roman—this is absolute torture.
Even though I temper my reaction, he’s not fooled. Not one bit. He laughs at the way I bite my lip and grit my teeth, knowing how bad I need to come. “Ready to talk yet?”
I shake my head. “There’s nothing to talk about. You’re making something out of nothing.”
He sighs loudly. “In that case, I have something else that might change your mind.”
He rises from the bed, rummaging around somewhere—a drawer, maybe?—before settling back on the bed between my spread thighs. My body strains with anticipation, but for a minute, there’s nothing. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. He’s totally still, which makes me tense.
Then there’s a gentle buzzing sound, followed by the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. If it wasn”t for the restraints, I’m sure I”d buck straight off the bed.
“A vibe?” I force the words out. “That’s a low blow.”
“You want to come? You know what to do. Tell me what the money’s for.”
The soft head of the toy vibrates between my legs. Holy moly, his tongue and fingers are dangerous, but this? This is going to be the death of me, and he knows it.
“Roman, goddamn you!” I screech, tears pooling under the blindfold as the vibrations increase in intensity.
Just when I’m close to the edge, he removes the toy.
“Jesus Christ, you’re impossible!” I explode.
“I’d say you’re the one being impossible.”
I grit my teeth, preparing for the next surge of raw pleasure. I”ve never felt such a powerful rush. Knowing it’s Roman’s touch stirs something fierce inside me—a deep, wild need I hadn’t even known existed.
He starts the vibe, alternating between tonguing my entrance and swirling the toy around my swollen clit.
Can I handle another near orgasm? I don’t even want to know. I’m sweaty, tired, and I just really want to come already.
“Fine,” I cry. “You want the truth? Take off my blindfold, and I’ll tell you.”
He pauses, then I feel him shift as he climbs up the bed and lifts my blindfold so we”re eye to eye. I’m sure I look like a hot mess, with mascara smudged under my eyes and my skin glistening.
But when his eyes meet mine, they”re soft and warm.
“I need something for me,” I whisper. “Something that’s just mine, that my family or Anatoly don’t know about and can’t touch. To be dependent on him for everything…” I shake my head. “That can’t be my life.”
It”s a half-truth but an honest one.
He nods and runs his thumb over the apple of my cheek.
Does he believe me?
His expression is unreadable, but he doesn”t push it. He doesn’t ask for more details or specifics, or probe my logic. He just looks at me.
My heart is in my throat, my pulse a dull thud in my ears.
“Umnitsa,” he praises. Good girl. “I’m going to allow you to come now.” The sin in his voice holds a dark promise of what’s next. He slips the blindfold off and tosses it to the side. “What a pretty cunt you have.” He leans in, burying his head between my thighs and licks me thoroughly.
This time, he’s not teasing; he’s out to make good on his promise. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling on it with long, lazy strokes of his tongue.
“Come for me,” he demands.
That’s all it takes to set me off. Wetness floods between my thighs as my body spasms. I wish I could clench my legs together to absorb the intensity, but since I can’t, I have to accept everything he gives. He continues until the pulsing in my core simmers down to a low heat, and I sigh in surrender.
Even with my climax still humming through my body, the sound of foil tearing snaps my attention back to the present.
I know what”s coming next, and even though it will change everything, I”m ready.
Circumstances may have forced me here, but with Roman, it feels entirely like my own decision.
Breathing heavily, he grips my legs and swiftly pulls me until my ass is positioned at the very edge of the mattress.
“I want to touch you,” I say softly.
He nods and efficiently undoes my bindings, both around my legs and around my wrists. I flex my hands and stretch out my legs, enjoying this newfound freedom.
“Are you ready?” He strokes down my body, his eyes gently traveling over my face. The look he’s giving me is almost too much, too intense. Full of emotion and meaning.
My body tenses in sweet anticipation, ready for him to surge forward and take me.
He slides his length between my folds, not yet pressing inside of me. I release a whimper. He feels so thick and hard as he lines himself up with my entrance.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful like this,” he whispers, sweeping his thumb over my cheek.
My heart squeezes at his words. I don’t know how we ended up here after everything, but it’s like all the pieces of a puzzle have finally locked into place.
Emotions tangle in my chest, and I haul in a breath, preparing to adjust to his size. “You’re the first man to make me come, and now you’ll be the first man inside of me.”
Roman doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything. He cups my chin as his deep brown eyes hold mine, intense like a silent storm ready to break.
A low growl escapes him, vibrating against my skin. “Not like this,” he declares, pulling back from me. “When I fuck you, it’s going to be because you beg me too, not because I paid for this pussy. You’ll give it to me because you can’t breathe unless I’m buried nine inches deep,” he rasps. “Keep the money; I don’t care about it. When you’re ready to be fucked properly, you know where to find me.”
Disappointment sinks like a brick in my chest.
Is he serious? Doesn’t he see how badly I want him—money or no money?
Something tells me that nothing I do or say right now will change his mind, so I bite my lip and let him go without another word, leaving tangled feelings and unanswered questions hanging heavy in the air.