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He opens his eyes, and a smirk pulls at his lips. “Jealous, lisichka?”

Stupid. What kind of man dares ask such a thing when the woman he just called a crazy bitch has a tight grip on his favorite appendage? The same one who can slice off a man’s dick with the knife currently on the floor?

I tighten my grip a little more. “Careful, pet.”

He winces but doesn’t back down. “Is that what all this is about? You want to be the only one who gets to fuck me? Like some kind of booty call whenever you feel like gracing me with your presence?”

I ease up the pressure and snicker. “Something like that. But don’t worry, pet, I won’t be gone forever. I’ll be along soon enough, and you’ll be wishing to be rid of me.” I wink at him. “But you have some time to come around to that.”

“Fuck, Zakhar is right. You are a crazy stalker that’s going to end up killing me if I don’t give you what you want.”

I roll my eyes and release him. Easing off him, I bend down to grab my knife. I ignore his tension and carefully slice at his boxers. “Zakhar is dramatic. I like him, but the man is more brawn than brains sometimes. I know he’s your brother, but his word is not gospel, you know.”

Tension rolls off him in waves, his muscles straining to keep still while I have a knife so close to the family jewels, as they say.

“So you’re not planning on killing me? Just using me to get your rocks off when you feel like it?” He almost sounds insulted.

“Men do it all the time, pet. How is this different? Isn’t it you who makes it a point to always say you have no interest in settling down? You prefer some random woman you can fuck and walk away from after?”

“And that’s what you’re going to do when you’ve had your fill of me? You’re going to walk away, and that’s it? You won’t care at all that you’ll have upended my life and driven me to the brink of insanity?”

We’re delving into dangerous territory now. One I’m not ready to get into just yet.

I smile. “And if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t do the same? Lucky for you, pet, I’m a live-in-the-moment kind of person. None of us know what the next day is going to bring.”

I set the knife aside as I admire him. Still hard, thick, and long. My mouth waters. I really want a taste of him.

“Are you going to let me taste you, pet?” I ask, lifting my gaze to his.

His eyes narrow. Distrust rolls off him in waves. “You’ve done all of this so you can give me a blow job and make a clone of my dick?”

I shrug. “Among other things. Now, consent is a very big thing for me, pet. So is that a yes or no?”

“Well, I certainly don’t consent to you putting a knife to my throat.”

“But I don’t hear anything about the restraints or blow job. And I didn’t consent to being restrained, but I’m not going to complain, considering the outcome.”

“Consent between you and me isn’t really a thing, is it? Considering you’ve drugged me, shot me, and now tied me up in my own bed.”

“None of those were during sex. I drugged you after we fucked, same as restraining you after you’ve had your time with my body.” He scowls. Got ya, pet. “Now, as enjoyable as it is to discuss this with you, we’re running out of time. Yes or no to me sucking your cock down my throat, pet? I won’t even bite.” This time.

“Oh, yeah, now I feel safe,” he mutters.

“You should. I’m a woman of her word, after all.” Mostly. I run the tip of my finger along his hard shaft, and he hisses and jerks. Curling forward, I blow softly at the head, and he curses and moans. “Your choice, Ilya,” I breathe.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He strains and tugs on the restraints again, sweat beading along his brow. “You bite me, lisichka, and nothing will keep me from getting to you.”

“Promises, promises.” I waste no time, gripping him tight and swallowing him deep.

I moan around him, and he lets out a low groan. Precum slides along my tongue, the taste of him just as good as I thought it would be. All Ilya. He arches his hips, trying to thrust deeper, but I ease back enough to keep him on the edge, lashing at him with my tongue.

Driving him as insane as he was driving me.

“Fuck, lisichka. Deeper. I want to feel your throat swallowing me down.”

I have half a mind to ignore him, but well, I’m curious myself. He’s pretty thick, and it will make taking him as deep as I want a little difficult. Especially at this angle, but I’m no quitter.

Bobbing my head, I take him deeper inch by inch, loosening my jaw and moving my hand in time with my mouth. Drawing this out. I want him as hard as I can make him before he comes.