Page 99 of Bratva and Betrayal: Kirill

Smiling, I feel more confident. “Then it should come naturally to me again.”

“Take me out,” he rasps, shifting his hips.

There’s something so incredibly sexy about a man wanting my mouth on him. Letting me control this. Control him, maybe.

“Like this?” I ask as I reach into his pants and close my hand around the warm, velvety length of him.

“Look at me, Sandrine.”

My eyes fly up to his, and the fire in his gaze tightens every nerve ending.

“Now lick the tip,” he instructs me. “Taste me. All with your eyes on me.”

I peek my tongue out and swipe it across the bulbous crown, across the wet slit.

“Fuck,” he growls and tips his head back, breaking that eye contact he wanted so much.

Was it that good?

But he looks down at me again. “Feeling your mouth on me is a fantasy I never let go of.”

I close my lips around this length. He’s so big I’m not sure how much can fit.

“Relax your throat.” His hand gently presses the back of my head. “You can take all of me. I’ve seen you do it.”

My core throbs at that. He knows another version of me. But it sounds like the memory is painful.

I do as he says, and he easily slips all the way in. My nose hits the base, my bottom lip brushing against his hard, tight testicles.

Kirill growls from low in his throat. “That’s my good wife. Christ, you look so beautiful on your knees for me.”

I continue to work him, loving the taste of salt and musk. When I glance up, his eyes are fluttering. Like he wants to watch but it’s too good.

His cock throbs in my mouth and he mutters, “Fuck, you’re going to destroy me.”

No, I already did that, and now I’m here to put him back together.

Chapter 31

Kirill

Even before eighteen-year-old Sandrine let me touch her, I knew I didn’t deserve her. She was a sweet, innocent young woman and I took her anyway. It was very consensual. But I haven’t done anything to deserve her on her knees with my cock in her mouth since she’s been home.

Other than being a good father to our daughter. Christ, I can’t think about that right now.

I can’t believe I got a second chance. I never stopped wanting her. I want her on her knees for me every single day for the rest of my fucking life.

Watching her lips slide up and down my cock, the wetness from her mouth, the amount of precum I’m dripping means this is going to end way too soon. I’ve taken care of myself for five years. My body has needs, but my heart hurt too much because all I could think about was her.

She was out there somewhere. To fantasize about another woman was a betrayal. Now she’s back. In my house, on her knees, sucking me off.

“Fuck, that’s so good. You’re goddamn perfect.”

The attraction that blazed between us years ago ignited again, and now there’s no stopping it. If we have to take these small steps to get back to where we were, so be it.

“Right there. God, I’m so close already.” Everything in me screams to fuck her face.

She liked that. She let me be who I needed to be. She was never afraid even when I got rough with her. Can we get back there?