Page 33 of His Contract Queen

It punches through me with the force of a bullet, snapping the last thread of restraint I thought I still possessed. Her hips arch up to meet mine, rolling in a desperate, instinctual motion that sends heat spearing down my spine and straight to my cock. Her nails dig hard into my shoulders as if she’s torn between clinging to me and pushing me away.

I hold her down. A firm, unmistakable reminder of who is in control.

I expected her to fight back. To shove, scream at me, scratch at my face and curse my name. Hell, there’s still a part of me bracedfor her to swing at me again the moment clarity returns and she realizes where this is heading. The resistance that tells me she’d rather die than bend to what I know we both want.

I would almost welcome it because that’s what makes her so different. That’s what makes her mine to ruin if I ever choose to.

A dark, vicious satisfaction unfurls in my chest when she squeezes my waist with her thighs, using my body as a conduit to chase her own pleasure when she grinds her hips into mine again.

That alone is all the permission I need to keep going.

My lips part from hers with a wet sound. I push back from her just enough to grab her wrists and pin them above her head. Her silk nightgown rides up her thighs, baring her panties completely. Her thighs part for me when she notices my attention locked onto her sex, revealing a thin strip of wetness soaking the fabric.

She laughs breathlessly. “You want this?”

My cock strains behind my fly. “Are you fishing for compliments,lyubimaya?You want me to tell you all the ways in which I plan to fill you? How badly I want to sink myself into that tight heat I know you’ve been hiding from me?”

Her breath stutters out of her.

I lower myself over her, pressing my weight down over her wrists with enough pressure to keep her in place without hurting her. The position opens her more beneath me, forces her to feel every inch of my length trapped inside my pants as I drag it over her rapidly soaking panties.

My mouth hovers dangerously close to hers as I murmur, “Is that what you want? Because I can show youexactlywhat you do to me.”

For a moment, she hesitates.

The entire world narrows to that breathless second where her body goes still beneath mine, her expression tightening with something like… awareness. She’s smart, far smarter than she pretends to be. She understands the weight of this moment and what crossing this line actually means. She knows if she lets me take her now, everything between us will change irrevocably.

There will be no more pretending to hate me from a safe distance. No more sharp-tongued sparring masking the tension between us. Once I’m inside her, once she takes me willingly, her lies about wanting nothing to do with me will crumble just as fast as her restraint already has.

She knows that just as well as I do.

But even through her hesitation, I can feel the truth in her body. The way her thighs shake slightly while restraining from tightening back around my hips, the way her eyes darken with the same desire overriding my system, tells me all I need to know.

She may fear me but I know, without a shred of doubt she wants me more.

Her mouth parts hesitantly, the words clawing their way up from somewhere deep and forbidden inside her. “Aleks…”

My name, let alone a shortened version of it, breathed out in that softened, reluctant surrender makes my stomach flip. Hertongue flicks out to wet her lips and my gaze snaps to the movement, hunger tightening in my chest like a fist.

“…I want you.” She whispers.

I don’t give her time to take it back.

My hands are already moving, releasing her wrists only long enough to fist the thin silk at the neckline of her nightgown. With one sharp yank, the fabric tears straight down the front with a satisfying rip that makes her gasp.

The sound goes straight to my cock.

I don’t pause to admire the view. I’m too far gone for that at this point.

My mouth closes over her breast in the next heartbeat, tongue flicking across the already tight, rosy nipple before I suck it hard enough to border on punishing. She squirms beneath me with a broken cry like she’s trying to feed more of herself into my mouth. I bite down just enough to sting, leaving a faint red ring around the peak. She keens, her fingers knotting painfully in my hair.

The other hand is already between her legs.

The silk of her panties is soaked when I hook two fingers beneath the edge and drag them roughly to the side. The realization that she’s this wet, this ready for me to fuck her after slapping me earlier pulls a low, animalistic groan from my throat.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

My fingers slide through her slick folds spreading them wide to tease her swollen clit with the lightest graze before I plunge two of them inside her without warning to the knuckle. Her tightheat clamps down instantly, greedy as her walls flutter around the intrusion like it’s been waiting for me all night.