Page 38 of Captured Obsession

I'm really damning myself with these thoughts.

“No. It’s survival of the fittest,” he says as he begins slicing down the thin fabric of my silk nightshirt. “I’ve had many people try to kill me,mishka. There’s nothing quite like taking a life or fighting for your own. It brings the animal out of you. That’s what I like—meeting my beast. Knowing who I am at my core.” He cuts through the bottom of my shirt, and with ease, he flicks the knife to the side, the subtle thunk of the blade sinking into the dirt the only sound besides the wind in the trees.

His green eyes look menacing in the dim moonlight. “Want me to stuff you with my cock now?”

“Yes.”

All my control snaps, and I thread my fingers through his hair as I pull him into me. His lips crush against mine, and I release a needy little moan as he pinches my exposed nipple. His other hand grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes hard, as if he can't get enough of me. And all the while, his demanding tongue assaults my mouth.

I drag my nails down his neck, chest, and abdomen, coming to a stop at his belt. I make quick work of unbuckling it. He must be as desperate as I am, as he jumps in to assist by lowering his zipper, letting his cock spring free.

I drop to my knees, wanting and needing to make this man weak.

I look at his straining cock, with that perfect, thick vein running underneath, and then raise my eyes to meet his.

“Do you want me to suck your cock,Udav?”

A guttural noise escapes him. “Are you trying to make me beg,mishka?”

“I'm teaching you how to say please.”

The corner of his mouth curls up. “I can be an upstanding citizen with manners from time to time. Suck my cock,mishka. Please.”

My pussy throbs, and I take pleasure watching his expression as I dart my tongue out to lick the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. He hisses, the light touch enough to fuel that fire in his focused gaze even more. Then I widen my mouth for him, forcing my lips tostrain over his girth, and do my best to take him as deeply into my throat as possible. I refrain from gagging as I pull back and then push farther past my limits.

Tears spring to my eyes as I hasten my pace, unable to look away from the darkening of his eyes and the way his nostrils flare. The vein in his neck pulses rapidly beneath the ink as he cups the back of my head with a gentleness that surprises me.

It makes me feel powerful and admired that he will take what I'm willing to provide instead of forcing it.

“Fuck,” he curses in Russian. His hand moves from my head to curve around my throat as he pulls his cock out of my mouth.

“Your mouth is fucking amazing,mishka, but it's your cunt that I want to destroy. Stand up. Now.”

I do as he says, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and pushing them down. He watches me appreciatively, especially when he realizes I'm not wearing any panties. I then remove what remains of my shirt hanging from my shoulders, letting it float to the ground behind me.

His gaze drinks me in, and I feel exotic. Valued.Seen.

That's a dangerous combination for someone like me, who has always tried to obtain those things in the spotlight. And I never thought I would find them in the dark with someone who is more predator than man.

“You're so fucking beautiful,mishka,” he says, and my heart blooms.

He steps out of his pants, and my heartbeat races in anticipation. My gaze roams down his body, and I bite my bottom lip at the sight.

Fuck me, this man has been carved out of fucking marble. His body is a weapon. There's no doubt about that. But it's the challenge in his gaze that has me stepping closer.

“Fuck me like you promised to,” I whisper, the lack of volume not dulling the command.

“With pleasure,” he says roughly as he hooks both his hands under my legs and lifts me. I love how easily he picks me up and carries me. I'm so used to other men being intimidated by my height.

My back hits the rough bark of a tree, and I let out a chuckle.

“What's so funny?” he demands.

“I was just thinking that maybe one day you’ll fuck me on a soft mattress.”

He emits a low hum from his throat. “I don't think you want soft.” He kisses along my neck. “I think you want to be broken and dragged through all of your wild fantasies. Tell me,mishka, what do you want the most?”

We lock gazes, and I stop myself before I sayyou.