Page 98 of The Bratva King

I run one finger from her knee up the inside of her thigh and stop just short of where she wants it.

She exhales sharply.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she breathes.

“More specific.” I trace the same line again. Slower. “Use your words.”

“Nikolai—”

“That’s not what I asked.” I press my palm against her inner thigh, holding her open. “Try again.”

Her cheeks flush. “I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“More.”

I hook my finger under the fabric and pull it aside. She gasps before I’ve even done anything. I watch her face when I finally touch her. Her eyes squeeze shut.

“You’re already this wet?” I lean down and whisper against her ear. “From that?”

She turns her face away.

I catch her jaw and turn it back. “No. Look at me.” I increase the pressure and her breath stutters. “I want to see your face.”

Her eyes meet mine and stay there.

“There you are,” I say.

I slide two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just right. She cries out, hips jerking off the bed. “So fucking wet for me already.”

She whimpers my name. I reward her by pressing my thumb to her clit, circling hard. “That’s it. Ride my fingers. Show me how bad you need it after that bastard grabbed you. I’m going to make sure you feel it in your pussy every time you move tomorrow.”

Her walls clench around me. I add a third finger, stretching her wide. “Look at you taking three like a good girl. Come on them. Soak my hand. I want to feel you gush.”

She shatters with a broken moan, her thighs shaking as she drenches my fingers. I keep working her through it. “Good girl. You came on my fingers like you were starving for it.”

I pull out, bring my fingers to her mouth, and smear her wetness across her lips. “Open. Taste yourself.” She obeys, tongue licking clean, and the sight makes my cock throb against my zipper. I stand, strip fast, and climb over her, fisting my length. “Spread those legs wider. I’m going to fuck you now. Hard. Deep. Until you scream.”

She does. I drive into her to the hilt in one thrust, groaning at the tight, wet heat gripping me. “Fuck, Gabby. Your pussy is so perfect. Gripping me so hard.” I set a brutal rhythm, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other squeezing her hip to keep her in place. “Take it. Every inch. You’re mine to protect, Gabby. Mine to give you all the orgasms you’ve missed out on.”

She arches beneath me, a desperate sound catching in her throat with every thrust. “Nikolai, please.”

“Please what? Use your words, baby. Tell me you want me.” I snap my hips harder, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll back. “Say it.”

“Fuck me,” she gasps. “Make me come again.”

I growl my approval and drive into her, sweat slicking our skin. “That’s it. Only for me. No one else touches you. No one else makes you scream like this.” My thumb finds her clit again, rubbing fast. She convulses around me, a sob tearing from her throat as I lose the last of my control. Her body clamps around me. I bury myself deep, spilling inside her in hot pulses. “Fuck, Gabby.”

I collapse over her, still buried inside her, and kiss her neck softly. My cock twitches as my breathing slows.

I don’t know what she’s done to me. I only know I’m not finished with her. The idea of her ever leaving makes something in me turn violent.

And who the fuck is Luke’s father? How did he get her pregnant but never give her an orgasm?

I know how.