Blood & Torment (Pins and Needles: Moscow Book 2) by Elizabeth Knox (best short books to read TXT) 📕

to remove both my shirt and hoodie together in one sweep over my head. They clear my arms in time for him to swoop back down and reclaim my mouth. He thrusts his tongue in to dance and swirl with mine and I hold onto him tighter.

I grip the back of his shirt under the jacket he’s still in and push it up. Michail lifts up, breaking his mouth from mine once more, though hopefully, it’s not for long. He gives me a grin as I make a frustrated groan; however, the feeling quickly changes as I get a look at his chest.

Oh my.

Everything seems to move at the speed of light from there. The two of us rapidly working to remove the rest of the clothes from our bodies, only to slow when he cups my center with the palm of his hand.

“You’re so wet for me, Trista,” he growls, licking his lips, slipping a few fingers inside me.

I gasp, arching my back at the way he’s stretching me with his hand. While it’s sudden, it feels so good.

Michail moves between my legs, forcing my legs to open wider with his own, then he’s sliding down the bed, his hot breath hitting my inner thigh. All while continuing to delve his fingers deep inside me. Settling my knees on his shoulders, he removes his fingers from me and swipes his tongue through my slit.

“Michail,” I moan, encouraging him to keep going.

Taking his time, he licks and swirls his tongue along my pussy and nips at my clit. I’m near panting for more when he finally latches on. It’s like he’s imagining my clit is a straw, sucking and flicking his tongue against my hardened nub. It sends sparks of sensation throughout my body until I’m thrashing against him, unable to hold back from the strong sensations shooting through me, and sends sparks of sensation throughout my entire being as I come. He doesn’t relent until he wrings the last drop from me.

Pulling away, he snags a condom I didn’t even realize he put next to us. Ripping the wrapper open between his teeth, he pulls it out and rolls it over his hard cock, careful not to rip it open with his magic cross piercing. Once in place, he lines himself up and slides in slowly until he’s fully seated inside me.

Michail gives me a brief moment to get accustomed to his size. He eases in and out of me a few times before he thrusts into me, taking me so savagely I cry out his name, begging him for more. He gives it to me and I love it. My orgasm hits me with so much force my back comes off the bed as I scream Michail’s name over and over again. My hands white-knuckle the sheets as my orgasm continues to roll through me in intense waves. His orgasm soon follows, roaring my name as he stills deep inside me. Cock twitching, he comes filling the condom.

Leaning down, Michail kisses me with so much passion I swear more of the walls around me shatter, leaving me vulnerable to all that’s him.

I’m taking a major chance right now, but by doing it, I think it’s the right one to take. Michail is nothing like anyone else I’ve been with.

With a kiss on my lips, Michail pulls out and climbs off the bed. “Don’t move,” he orders and heads for the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

I lean up on my elbows, watching him go. I bite my bottom lip and glance around my room and remember I didn’t get to clean up in here after I got home. I haven’t even looked in my bedroom to see if anything was missing yet.

My heart begins to race again when Michail comes back out of the bathroom. I focus on him and notice the way his jaw is set. And in one moment, my heart falls into my stomach and I glance at his balled-up fist and the piece of paper in it.

“What’s wrong?” I ask apprehensively.

“You ready to tell me who Jacob is?” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

“What?” I ask, baffled by his question.

Holding the note out to me, I sit up, pulling the sheet with me to cover my naked body. I take the paper from him and read it.

You thought you could run and hide from me. Think again, Trista. You’re my whore and I won’t share you. You won’t get away with this. Take this as the only warning you get. You have one month to get back home to me, or we take out those you love most. Told you already you’re nothing and you’ll stay that way, bitch.

My hands shake violently by the time I finish reading the harsh words Jacob wrote. Tears spill down my cheeks as I lift my head to meet Michail’s heated eyes. I take a deep breath and explain everything to him. From the first time I met Jacob to the night Kronid called about Dema. I don’t leave anything out. By the time I stand to show him the most horrific thing Jacob did to me, Michail’s taken a seat next to me on the bed.

“This is what he’d done to me the night I left to come here, other than beat me near to death. He marked me with his knife, cut his initials into my skin,” I murmur and show him my inner thigh where the scar sat still puckered as it heals. I make sure to lift my thigh into the light so he can vividly see the scar. Thankfully, my room isn’t well lit and I’m sure he missed it a bit ago.

I let everything out and tell Michail the depths about why I pushed him away, and I hope that now that he knows, he won’t look at me with pity because after what we just shared, I don’t think I could ever take it from him.

Chapter Thirteen

Michail

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