Chapter 21

I grip the hem of the nightshirt, unsure if I want to tempt things by defying him.

Who the hell am I kidding, the determination in his eyes tells me all I need to know. I can either take it off or he can tear it off, either way it's going away.

His patience wanes, and he climbs on the bed with me. With a tight grip on the bottom of the nightshirt, he rips it upward and over my head, flinging it across the room before I can think to stop him.

"I was going to do it," I whisper, shuffling back toward the headboard.

His eyes darken with a predatory desire that heats my blood.

He follows me across the massive bed, gently pushing me backward until I'm lying down. His fingertips dig into my thighs as he spreads them wide.

His tongue darts out, licking his full lips as he lowers himself between my legs and then his mouth is on me.

The tip of his tongue presses against my clit.

"Sergei. You don't… oh, hell." I fist the pillows behind me, trying to keep from shoving him away.

"I don't what?" he mutters against my clit.

"Huh?" I look down the length of my body and find his dark eyes staring up at me.

"You were saying something that was probably going to piss me off, but what was it?" He leans up, his lips glistening with my arousal.

I was.

What was it?

"I don't remember," I answer.

"Probably better that way," he grumbles before lowering his head again.

I bite back a moan when the flat of his tongue presses against me.

Slowly, he drags his tongue over my slit, sucking my clit into his mouth when he reaches it. My toes curl into the bedding and the moan I've been fighting slips out.

"Fuck." I suck in air.

"Not yet." He scrapes his teeth against the inside of my thigh, making me hiss from the sharpness of it. "Brats have to be patient."

I roll my eyes back when his tongue finds my clit again.

He slips two fingers into me while he licks and sucks at my clit. If he keeps doing this, I'm going to explode, and he won't be able to stop me.

"Sergei." I groan his name when he bends his fingers as he fucks me with them.

"Not yet, brat," he orders.

His fingers twist and curl while his tongue laps over me with an expertise I never fathomed a man could have. My entire body is his to command, and I don't care. I will bend to his will if he'll never stop doing this to me.

How could I have ever thought my body was broken when he can make it come alive with such ease?

My muscles pull tight and I'm getting closer and closer to oblivion.

"Fuck, Cora, you taste like perfection."

I look down at him, and for a moment our eyes lock. His fingers twist again, bending more and I slam my eyes shut, trying to hide the orgasm that's building.

"Hmmm, not yet, I think." He slips his fingers out of me just as the first wave of an orgasm is about to hit.

"No!" I whine.

He chuckles.

It's the second time tonight he's smiled.

And I can't lie; it's sexy as fuck that it's because of me.

"You wanted to play the brat," he reminds me with a wink.

"I want something else now," I complain, sticking my bottom lip out for a proper pout.

He crawls up my body until his mouth reaches mine. Leaning down more, he bites my lip until I yelp.

"I'm going to fuck the brat out of you."

"Don't make threats you can't keep, Sergei." I tease him more, because apparently, I have a death wish.

Though death by orgasm wouldn't be a horrible way to go.

He spreads my thighs further, lining up the fat head of his cock with my entrance.

"No threats, Cora, a promise." And he plows hard into me, knocking me breathless.

He captures my cries with a kiss and thrusts into me over and over again, while grinding his hips in such a way that my clit is being given more attention than she's ever had before.

I lift my hips, taking all of him.

He breaks the kiss with a roar as he fucks me better than I've ever been fucked before. I hook my ankles behind his back as our movements rock the bed against the wall.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

My heart and the bed make the same sounds.

"Give me what I want," he growls into my ear before biting down on my earlobe.

He pushes my thighs even wider.

My eyes roll. My stomach drops. And my breath is whisked away as the most intense orgasm rips me to shreds.

My throat aches with the scream that comes with such a force.

Only when my body slows and breath starts to fill my lungs does he thrust into me, filling me with his release.

"I'm not sure I learned my lesson, Sergei. You may have to teach me again," I say between gulps of air as he nuzzles into my neck. "In the morning. If I'm not dead." I laugh.

He bites my shoulder. "Brat."