His Queen of Clubs Read online Renee Rose (Vegas Underground #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas Underground Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
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There’s something there. The energy in the room changed from relaxed to charged.

“Was it a punishment?” I ask.

He slides a glance at me, then shrugs. “In a way.” He stands and walks to the sink. “Too many questions, printsessa.”

“What else am I going to do? I’m wide awake at 10 p.m. with no one but you for company.”

His gaze drops to my breasts, bare beneath the thin t-shirt and his expression turns feral. “I can think of a few things we could do.”

“I’ll bet.” I’m doing my best to sound put off, but the truth is, my heart’s racing. My nipples got hard. My pussy’s tingling.

“Soon, printsessa—”

“I know, I’ll beg. Keep dreaming, Russian.” I saunter toward the door. “Are you going to show me around?” I admit, I put a little lilt in my voice. An invitation.

Vlad’s gaze is hooded, his eyes on my bare legs. I should’ve put more clothing on before coming out of the bedroom. “Keep flirting, zaika, and it won’t end well for you.”

I cock a hip. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He adjusts his package, and I no longer require an answer. The tent in his jeans is impressive, to say the least. “My self-control is running out.”

My cheeks grow warm. My panties dampen.

He walks toward me like a lion stalking his prey.

I smirk and take off running.

“Blyat,” Vlad swears. He catches up five steps later, banding an arm around my waist and lifting me from the ground.

“Vlad,” I giggle, breathless.

“You must want my punishment,” he growls in my ear. His breath is hot against my neck as he carries me toward the bedroom.

“No.” I giggle, squirming in his arms.

It’s one of those nos that definitely means yes.

I’m dying for his punishment.

And at the same time I know this is a bad idea. The wrong game to play. I shouldn’t invite his touch. Give the wrong idea. Not when my intention was to refuse sex with him.

But it’s like my body doesn’t care. My flesh is on fire, craving his dominating touch.

And he gives it to me.

He carries me into his bedroom and uses one of his ties to bind my wrists to the headboard.

“No, wait,” I pant, swishing my legs up and down over the expensive bedspread.

“Too late, printsessa. You ran. Now you have to be tied up.” His normally pale blue eyes glitter dark as he stares hungrily at my body. He drops to his hands and knees over me and I catch my breath, my hips rocking up.

He palms both my thighs and pulls my knees apart. Lowering between my legs, he nips at my pussy, his teeth sliding over the silk gusset of the panties I found in the drawer here along with other clothes in my size.

“You choose your punishment.” His voice is thick and deep. “My hand on your ass or my mouth on your pussy.”

“Mouth.” I barely get the word out. It’s more like a squeak.

What I really want is both. All of it. The whole shebang. But mouth sounds positively delicious.

I’m rewarded by a lionine grin. He rips my panties down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder. Then he slides up between my legs with bald intent.

I shiver before he even touches me, and when he licks up my slit, my hips jack off the bed. He licks again. The strangled sound must be coming from me.

I’m so freaking sensitive—like every nerve is firing down there. He could just breathe on my pussy and I think I’d come.

I’ve been eaten out before, but it was nothing like this. That was a few swipes of the tongue to prepare me. This? This is like being zapped with a pleasure taser. It’s too much, yet not enough. It’s ecstasy with the pain of need mixed in.

Especially when Vlad begins to circle my clit with his tongue, to suck on it.

He screws a finger inside me and I writhe, ready to explode.

He backs off, removing his mouth and shoving my t-shirt up to expose my breasts. I think he’s going to suck one of my nipples now, but instead, he reaches up and slaps my breast from the side.

I give a little mewl of alarm.

He slaps it again.

I moan.

He pinches my nipple as he rubs his lubricated fingers up along my slit and back down again. I wriggle beneath him in pleasure, moan and croon and hum.

He slaps my breast. Now he moves up and sucks my nipple, teasing the taut bud with his teeth. Then he’s back to working my clit with his tongue as he strokes my inner walls with two fingers deep inside me.

I choke. Cry out. Come.

Vlad doesn’t stop the whole time I come, just strokes and sucks until I’m through grinding on his face, squeezing his fingers with the flutters of my release.

As soon as I finish, he rises up to stand on his knees and unbuttons his pants.


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