Page 100 of Bratva and Betrayal: Kirill

With her eyes closed, she’s humming a moan in the back of her throat.

“Are you wet for me?” I run my fingers through the strands of her hair. “Is your pussy dripping?”

She pops off, breathing heavily, eyes bidden with lust. “What if I am?”

I catch the tiny smile fighting at her mouth. God. That smile nearly killed me when she was eighteen. So young and innocent, so off-limits, it made me feral.

“Then you’re doing it right.” I stroke her face. “I waited years to see those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock again.”

Her mouth tightens, and my vision goes dark.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I groan. “If you don’t want to swallow me, you better stop.”

She steadies herself on her knees and works me harder.

Christ.

I lean back and give in to how this plays out. My climax climbs up my spine, and my balls tighten so fucking painfully. But mixed with the pleasure of an orgasm, it’s a satisfying itch to scratch.

“Fuck,” I mutter, holding her head as I spill down her throat.

I grip my base and ease her off me. The pearly beads dripping down the side of her mouth is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I lean forward and lick it off her lips.

It suddenly doesn’t feel right to keep her on the floor or let her run off to her bedroom.

I lift her up and put her on my lap. “Kiss me.”

She does, and the taste of my cum on her tongue drives me crazy. “Was that good?” she asks softly.

“Good? It was fucking incredible.”

It was also the first blow job I’ve had in five years, but who’s counting. I feel like I’m on fire.

My hands move through her hair. “What can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to please you. You’ve been patient with me.” She exhales and looks around.

“Sucking my dick will test my patience.” I’m ready to test her right now, but a knock on my office door stops me.

I drag my suit jacket from the desk chair. “Put this on now. No one sees what’s mine.”

She holds it closed across her chest.

Even though her lips still look like I fucked her face, I say, “Come in.”

Drago strides in and stops short, seeing Sandrine in my office. In a scandalous nightgown. The oral I just got probably shows in my eyes, or maybe it’s the smell of her arousal.

“Pakhan. There’s an issue in the fourth ward. An alderman is holding a bratok.”

“That means there will be one less alderman tomorrow.” I reach for my gun that was resting on my desk. “I’ll meet you in the car in two minutes.”

He bows his head and leaves.

“It’s late.” Sandrine hands my suit jacket back to me. “When will you sleep?”

“I’ll manage. I was bred for this.” I kiss her on the forehead. “You get some sleep.”

“I’ll get Violet to school tomorrow.”