Page 46 of Stolen Beauty

“Ohh, good girl.” His hands massage my head, holding me in place. “You’re gonna be such a perfect little cocksucker. You like that, don’t you?”

I look up at him, and the view is mind-blowing. He seems about ten feet tall from here, and he’s breathing heavily, brandishing his cock like he’s gonna lose his mind any second and fuck my face.

“So pretty.” He bounces his cock on my tongue. “Put your hands behind you. Under your ass.”

I assume the position, and Arman gives a throaty chuckle. “You know what I think?” he asks, taking my head in both his hands.

“What?”

“I think my wife likes taking orders.”

He’s right. It didn’t occur to me to object; he told me what to do, and that was all it took. I’m not used to asserting myself, so maybe that’s the reason, but there’s more to it than that. There’s power in my submission. I may be the one on the floor, but there’s no doubt about it—it’s Arman who is enslaved by me. His entire existence is distilled down to this moment. I’m his fantasy, his every filthy dream come true.

He holds me still and begins to move, sliding his cock deeper into my throat. I relax and take it, flexing the small muscles to make space for him, and he groans.

“I don’t even need to tell you what to do.” I feel him throb against my tongue. “You’re doing so well. That’s good, moya zhena. It’s all I can do not to pull out and come all over your beautiful face.”

Moya zhena. My wife. He called me his wife.

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Lilyana

Icould never have guessed how much it would turn me on to be called a good girl and told I was doing well, but now that it's happening, I'm going crazy. How can it be that a girl like me, who hasn't so much as touched a hard cock before, is making this gorgeous man moan like my mouth is Heaven itself?

Arman's thigh muscles tense, and he pulls out of my mouth, gripping the base of his cock. "I can't keep doing that," he says. "It'll be all over in no time if I keep fucking your perfect throat, and there's a lot I wanna do."

He pulls me to my feet and sweeps me into his arms. "I carried you like this the night I rescued you from Seb. I was so mad at you, Lilyana. You've no idea how much I wanted to hold you down and fuck some sense into you. I'll come to that, but we've got all night." He puts me on the bed and grins. "So tell me—do you like sucking my dick?"

I'm shocked at how much I enjoyed it; I'm so wet, it's kind of embarrassing. Arman is typically so self-possessed, and one thing I didn't anticipate about sex is that a lot of the fun is in watching the other person lose control. Seeing his face contort with bliss because of me is a view I could get used to.

"I like making you feel good," I say. "It's strange. You must have had so many women."

"Nope." He removes my panties and shoes, tossing them on the floor. He kisses my inner thigh, then stands, shedding his clothes. "I mean, yeah, there were some. I hung out with Sasha, and you know what he was like in those days. I haven't had sex with anyone since I met you again after I got out of jail. You consumed my every thought, baby girl. Do you remember when we first saw each other after I was released?"

God, yes.

I was in the kitchen, helping Dulcie to make bread. In those days, I barely spoke to anyone, even my family, and I spent most of my time in my room. Vlad probably wasn't expecting to see me, and when he walked in with Arman, I froze.

I vaguely remembered him from my childhood, but that didn't matter. There was no way I'd forget him again. Those dark eyes tore into mine, his gaze so intense that I was almost afraid. Vlad was talking about Arman being my new bodyguard, but I was miles away.

When Arman offered me his hand to shake, I refused to take it. I couldn't. I thought if he touched me, he might drag me into the bottomless depths behind his eyes. He didn't push it; his lips curled into a gentle smile, and he gave me a nod.

We'll get there in time, Lili. That's what he said, and he was right.

"How could I forget?" I ask. "I thought you were terrifying but brutally sexy."

Arman removes his boxers and hangs them from his stiff cock. I burst out laughing.

"And now, tsvetok?" He tosses the underwear aside and kneels on the bed, the moonlight illuminating his body. "You still think I'm scary?"

I swallow hard. The firm chest, those corded thighs, his large, veined hands. He's spectacular, not so much bulky as lean and athletic. Some of his tattoos are rough; they were done in prison.

"Damn," he says. "Your body is doing the talking tonight, baby girl."

My legs are wide apart, and my glistening pussy is on display for his delectation. All he had to do was bring his dangerous, sexy body close to me, and I opened up like a slutty flower.

"I'm not scared," I whisper. "Just desperate. Make me come, Arman. Please. I need it."

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