Page 58 of Unholy Tsar

“Yes, sir. We’ve wiped them all out except their leaders and—”

My ears pop when she bends down and runs her tongue along my shaft. Quickly, I tap the mute button just as a strangled groan leaves my lips.

My fingers tangle in her hair, my voice commanding, “You want to be naughty? Then suck me properly.” I push her mouth down on my cock, throwing my head back and shouting as the tight, wet heat of her mouth surrounds me.

She chokes, her eyes immediately watering. I smirk down at her. “Relax, Myshka. I’m barely inside those lush lips. Rest your tongue on the roof of your mouth and breathe through your nose.”

She does as I say, blinking up at me as her throat flexes against the tip of my cock. I push the rest of the way in until she’s deep-throating me. Her eyes are wide now, her face red from lack of oxygen.

I let out a satisfied sigh as I pull her head away from my cock, allowing her to catch her breath. “Regret your decision yet?” I tease.

She wipes her mouth and shakes her head. “No.”

“Then let’s keep going.” She takes one last deep breath before I lead her head back down toward my cock.

“Sir? Are you there? Hello?” Dante’s voice breaks through my pleasure-filled haze, reminding me that I’m still on a call with him.

I pick up my phone and unmute it. “Yes, sorry. Something incredibly important just dropped at my feet. I need to attend to it. We’ll talk later.” I hang up before he can reply and turn my full attention to my Myshka.

“Are you ready for more?”

She nods, and I sink my hands into her hair again, fisting those fiery strands as her head moves to my lap. I let her do her thing for a moment. She licks around my length, twirling her tongue on me like my cock’s a lollipop she can’t get enough of.

My fist tightens in her hair, my vision becoming spotty when she suddenly starts fondling my balls just as her tongue dips into the slit on the head of my cock. “So naughty,” I growl, shoving her head down further on my cock.

She chokes and gags, spittle dripping down my shaft and… fuck fuck fuck. I spill down her throat uncontrollably, my back arching with pleasure.

When I’m finally spent, I gently push her head away, and for a moment, she resists before letting go with a loud pop.

“Fuck that was so hot,” I breathe.

“Right?” Her voice is hoarse, and she manages a faint smile.

My chest swells with pride as I stare down at her. Hair a tangled mess. Tears on her cheeks. Lips red and puffy, with drips of my cum still glistening on them. She’s never been more beautiful. Leaning down, I spread my cum on her lips like lipstick. She lets out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed.

My phone chimes with a text, interrupting the moment. I caress her cheeks with my cum-coated hand while I check my phone with the other. It’s from Keir. He has a lead on Trey Giroux. Apparently, it came from one of the men who kidnapped Cecilia.

He sends another text. A Californian zip code. It isn’t much, but it’s better than the nothing we had before. All we need now is to narrow it down to a specific street.

“Looks like we’ve found your ex, Myshka.” I say, turning to face her. “Once we pin him down, I’m going to make him regret being born.”

She tenses up and jumps to her feet. I regret losing the moment between us, but sooner or later, we’d have to face reality. “What? How? Why?”

“When you were kidnapped, I had a feeling it wasn’t just a random attack. So I looked into the car that took you. The license plate led us to one of the kidnappers. Turns out your ex sent them.”

She pales, then picks up the damn blanket again and wraps it around her body. “Where is he?”

“California.”

“So you’re going to California? What about Bree and the lessons?” What about me? She doesn’t say that last part, but I can read it in her eyes.

“I’ll give her reading assignments for the next week or two. She has plenty of textbooks to keep her busy. And you’ve got something wrong, Cecilia. I’m not going to California. We are going to California.”

Her eyes go wide. “I’m coming with you?”

“That’s right.”

“Wait, wait. California. That’s T–Trey’s territory. He’ll have the advantage.”