Ruthless Creatures (Queens & Monsters, #1)(82)

He abruptly rolls me to my belly, flattens a hand over the middle of my back, and starts to spank my ass.

Spewing an unintelligible stream of Russian, he spanks me until my ass is burning, my pussy is throbbing, and I’m frantically grinding my hips against the bed.

When I’m at the edge of climax, he flips me to my back, pulls me up to a sitting position, yanks down the zipper on his jeans, fists his erection in his hand, and takes me by the throat.

He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t have to.

I wrap both my hands around his shaft and moisten my lips.

When his stiff cock slides into my mouth, he moans.

It’s a ragged, desperate sound, aching with emotion. He stands spread-legged at the edge of the bed and fucks my mouth, one hand bunched in my hair and the other gripping my neck.

“Ya tebya lyublyu. Ty nuzhnah mne. Ty moy.”

His words are a harsh rasp in the quiet room. I don’t know their exact meaning, but I understand.

I don’t need a translator to hear what his heart is saying.

Then he’s pulling out of my mouth and pushing me back against the mattress again, ripping off his shirt and tossing it away. He shucks off his shoes, tears off his jeans and briefs, and falls on top of me, panting.

“I can’t go easy.”

“I’d kill you if you tried.”

He crushes his mouth to mine and shoves deep inside me.

We groan together. Shudder together. Pause for a moment to enjoy it.

When I open my eyes, he’s gazing down at me with so much need and adoration, it takes my breath away.

He cups my face in his huge hand and says gruffly, “Every day I’m without you, I die.”

I say his name, struggling not to drown under the wave of emotion swamping me.

“You’ve wrecked me. Ruined me. I can’t think of anything else but you.”

I inhale a hitching breath. He flexes his hips, withdrawing slightly, then shoving back into me. He starts to fuck me with hard, shallow thrusts.

“Tell me what I need to hear.”

I whisper, “I’m yours. I’m in love with you. You have my whole heart.”

His lids drift lower. He licks his lips. I can tell he wants more.

“I can’t think of anything else but you, either. Everything is gray when you’re not here. You’re the only color in my life.”

He kisses me again, desperately. His thrusts grow faster and harder. The headboard bangs against the wall.

When I’m shaking and moaning, close to climax, he puts his mouth next to my ear.

Through gritted teeth, he says, “You’ve made this monster into a man again, my beautiful girl. Now fucking come for me.”

He sucks on one of my aching nipples, and I instantly oblige him.

Convulsing around him, I scream his name.

Grunting and bucking, he fucks me straight through my orgasm. Then he climaxes, jerking on top of me, spilling himself inside me as he bites my neck and pulls my hair.

In the aftermath, we lie together, breathing hard, our chests pressed together. His heart beats as madly as mine. Every so often, a little aftershock rocks me, a contraction deep in my core. It makes him moan softly in pleasure.

Then he raises himself to his elbows and kisses me.

It’s a slow kiss. An achingly tender one. He gives me all his devotion and need with his mouth, then drops his forehead to my shoulder and exhales.

I’m sore. My ass stings. So does my neck where he bit me.

And I’m so damn happy, I could fly.

He withdraws from me with a soft groan, then rolls us over. On his back, his wraps his big arms around me and holds me tightly, pressing a kiss to my temple and sighing.

I whisper, “Welcome back.”

His chuckle shakes me. He runs a hand down my back to my ass, gently stroking its curve. “I need to put cream on this peach.”

Frowning into the dark, I say, “Is that code for something dirty?”

He chuckles again. “No. I meant I should put something soothing on your poor butt. I went too hard on you.”

I snuggle closer to him, happily sniffing his throat. “I loved it.”

He murmurs, “I know you did, baby. Me, too.”

We’re quiet for a while, until I remember what I’d been talking to Sloane about before he crashed through the door. “Um. I need to ask you a favor.”

He’d been caressing my skin, but his hand falls still. “What is it?”

“When you’re not here…I’m not sure how to say this without it sounding like I’m complaining.”

“Say it anyway.”

I exhale a hard breath. “Okay. The thing is, when I don’t hear from you for days at a time, I worry. You live a dangerous life. I have no way of knowing from one day to the next if you’re…if anything has happened to you. And if it had, I’d never find out. It would be like…”

When I pause to gather my thoughts, he says simply, “Your fiancé.”

Of course he’d know. He always knows what I’m feeling. I squeeze my eyes shut, emotion welling in my chest.

“I promise I’ll touch base every day from now on.”

Hiding my face in his neck, I whisper, “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a pain in the ass.”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I should’ve realized how hard it would be for you. That not hearing from me would remind you of what happened with him.”