Page 41 of Bought By Sin

Just breathe through it.

Don’t—

“No.” He gripped my chin. “No more of that look in your eyes. There’s nothing to panic about.”

I watched him, distracted as he lowered one hand between my legs again, resuming that sinister stroke.

“You will submit to me.”

“I will never submit,” I argued. “Not to you, Lev.” I emphasized his name with snark since it seemed to trigger him.

He grinned. Like the devil himself, he grinned.

“Doesn’t look like you’re in the mood for it today,” he agreed as he lowered to the seat once more. “But it’s my fucking birthday and I’m in the mood for a taste of this tight little pussy.”

He didn’t wait. He offered no other explanation. He dove down, lowering his head to me and licking over my slit. From my ass to my clit, he dragged that hot, wet velvet of his tongue and teased me.

“Lev.” It burst from me, both as a plea and an exclamation of shock.

He hummed, staring up at me as he lapped at my folds and sucked. “Yeah, like that. Say it.”

“Lev, you can’t just—” I choked on my breath as he moved toward my clit, flicking his tongue at it and then sucking in a dizzying rhythm with a pressure that shot a zing of a charge through me.

Oh, fuck.

He didn’t stop, feasting on me with licks and nips, small sucks and big swipes of his tongue to prove that he didn’t intend to miss a drop.

“Lev…” That one was breathy as I tried not to cry out at the pressure to come.

“Fuck. Again.”

He wanted me to say his name?

That was all I had to do for him to… to… pleasure me?

“Lev. Someone could walk in and see.”

He resumed tormenting my clit. With his tongue, his lips, his teeth. “I don’t care. It’s worth it. Every second of hearing you say my name like that is worth it, Mila. Say it. Tell me who’s making you cream.”

“Lev.” I panted, watching him with a smoldering need flaming in his eyes. “This isn’t⁠—”

“This is what I want, Mila. Say my name. Fuck my face as you ride my tongue and say my name.”

It was an order. A filthy plea. But this close to shattering in a way I never had before, I couldn’t defy him. Not when all my nerve endings lit up like this. Not with my pussy clenching and my heart racing.

“Lev…”

“Fuck my face, Mila,” he ordered.

I put my hands on his head, savoring the softness of the thick brown mess. But I didn’t know how to please him. I was too close to collapsing.

He jammed his face into me, licking and smearing my arousal into his beard. Using both hands, he urged me to hump against him.

And I did. Following his lead, relying on the urgency of my body to come, I lifted my hips at him and relished the bliss of his lips and tongue pushing me toward an orgasm.

“Lev. Oh, fuck. Lev, I’m— Oh. Lev, I need to⁠—”

He moaned, watching me with those dark brown eyes zeroed in on me. Under the intensity of him watching me fall apart, I lost it. I caved—again. I surrendered—again. Once more, I cried out and tensed at the sensation of soaring, this weightless bliss that consumed me as I came on his tongue.