Page 26 of Devil’s Reign

“Look at you.” He drags his mouth down my throat, biting, sucking, pulling gasps and his name from my lips. Vanya. “Grinding like a needy little slut. You’ll come for me just like this, won’t you? Falling apart without me fucking you. Not with my cock or even my fingers. Just me playing your body like a fiddle.”

The filth of his words sinks deep, tightening everything inside me, leaving me hot, slick, trembling with the overwhelming need to let go. Clutching at his shoulders, my forehead presses to his as I give myself over to the rhythm he’s set. Then he slides one long finger into me. My head falls back helplessly, my mouth gaping open. My body’s burning, every single nerve ending on fire. The desperate sounds spilling out of me won’t stop. His name becomes one continuous chant in my head. Vanya Vanya Vanya Vanya Vanya.

He groans. “It drives me crazy when you moan my name like that.”

Wait—I was saying it out loud? Oh n⁠—

Before the thought fully forms, his fingers flick my clit mercilessly. At the same time, his other hand tugs at my nipple. The sudden spike of pain mixed with pleasure hurtles me straight over the edge. And then I shatter.

Pleasure tears through me, violent and uncontrollable. A scream rips from my throat as I convulse against him. My hips jerk through the aftershocks, riding the fading waves until my strength gives out and I collapse forward into his chest, boneless and shaking.

I slump against him, breathing ragged, my skin damp with sweat. Every part of me hums with overstimulation, still trembling from how thoroughly he broke me apart.

And yet he’s still hard beneath me—thick and straining against the wet heat between my thighs. He hasn’t come, not even close, and the awareness of it sends another shiver down my spine.

Part of me wants to reach for him, to give him the same pleasure he just gave me. But I’m too wrung out.

That’s when his hand fists in my hair. He uses the grip to yank my head back so I’m forced to meet his eyes, and the movement makes more wetness leak out of me.

His eyes are cold now, chips of ice despite the heat still burning underneath. “What the hell are you doing here, Milani?”

15

IVAN

“Hmm?” she mumbles lazily, dropping her head to nuzzle into my neck despite my grip on her hair.

For a split second, my mind blanks. She’s affectionate after an orgasm.

I close my eyes in frustration. This woman…

My cock is still hard as hell, eager to sink into that sweet, tight cunt of hers—it took everything in me to stop when I did. And it was my decision alone. I can’t fuck her yet.

I push her away from me, keeping a hand on her arm until she’s steady on her feet, then I let go. If I hold her another second, I might throw her on that bed and fuck us both senseless, reason be damned.

Yes, my brain urges. Do it.

Her wetness still coats my fingers, the scent wrapping around my senses like a drug. Without thinking, I lift my hand to my mouth and lick them clean, one by one. My eyes slam shut as her sweet taste explodes on my tongue. Fuck. I should have licked her clean right from the source. Next time.

When I force my eyes open, her cheeks are burning. I smirk as I get to my feet and make a show of rearranging my cock in my pants. Her eyes go wide—like she wasn’t just writhing wantonly in my arms while I stroked her to completion. I raise a brow in challenge, and she quickly looks away, the flush spreading down her neck and disappearing beneath her shirt.

“Why are you here?” I repeat my question now that the dark haze of lust is finally clearing.

I came to her room as soon as I got off the elevator, eager to confront her about why exactly she’d gone up to my office. But then I saw her standing at the window, hugging herself, and something in me just… snapped. She looked utterly lost, like she’d retreated into a protective shell. I didn’t like it. I wanted to draw her out. Push. Provoke. Make her feel something again. Instead, things spiraled.

“Why am I here?” she echoes, looking bewildered for a moment. Then comprehension dawns, and her expression hardens. “You kidnapped me.”

My lips quirk up. “Come on, ‘kidnapped’ is such a stretch. You hardly put up a fight.”

I don’t know why provoking her anger fills me with such warmth. But then I see the way her eyes light up, those honeyed depths turning liquid, and I remember why. She’s magnificent when she’s mad.

“I hardly put up a fight? I had just seen you shoot a man. Forgive me if I was trying to keep myself alive by cooperating with you. You’re smiling?” Her voice drops to a lethal register, and I quickly school my expression into neutrality. “You’re a crazy motherfucker, Ivan.”

Hearing her go from moaning Vanya to spitting out Ivan with such venom makes my skin itch, and I want to correct her instantly. I’m Vanya to her. Only Vanya. Jesus Christ. I really must be crazy. Crazy for her. It’s like she altered some fundamental chemistry in my brain after we collided outside Zvezda—I haven’t been the same since.

“What made you seek a job at Zvezda?” I elaborate, dusting down my jacket as I steer us back to my question.

“I–I needed a job. Isn’t that why people apply for jobs?” She crosses her arms over her chest with a frown. “I should be the one asking all these questions. Who were those people you killed? Why did you kill them? And how long are you planning to hold me here? I already said I didn’t see anything.”