Page 16 of The Bratva Queens' Kings

I smile wolfishly and climb onto the couch beside her, positioning myself between her legs. My cock throbs against her stomach, aching to be inside of her. With one swift move, I part her legs and press the head of my cock against her wet, swollen pussy lips. She gasps as I slowly push inside of her, inching farther until we're fully connected.

"Fuck," I groan, my hips thrusting forward instinctively. "You're so goddamn tight."

As soon as I'm inside her, I give a powerful thrust that rocks my hips against hers, claiming her as my own. She cries out, her nails digging into my skin as she arches her back and welcomes me deeper. I can feel the heat of her body, the wetness of her pussy as it grips me tightly, and the soft moans that escape her lips with each thrust.

Her breath comes ragged as she gasps, her pussy clenching around me in perfect rhythm with my hips. My cock throbs inside her, begging for release as I lose myself in the feeling of being inside her. "Oh god, don't stop," she whispers.

I don't. I lean forward, my body pressing against hers as I thrust harder, faster. Her moans become louder, more urgent, and I know she's close.

I hear the faint murmur of passersby outside. It’s Grigori. I clamp my hand over her mouth, muffling her moans as I continue to thrust into her eagerly.

Grigori's footsteps echo in the hallway, growing closer with every passing second. Lana's eyes widen in fear, but I tighten my grip on her and thrust harder, my animalistic instincts taking over.

"Shh," I whisper into her ear, my voice low and husky. "Let's give him a show."

The thrill of our dangerous expose mingles with the raw, primal pleasure pulsing through me, spurring me on to fuck her harder, deeper. I want Grigori to know exactly what we're doing behind this closed door; I want him to know who she belongs to.

"Fuck," I swear loudly, my words lost in the sounds of muffled moans and skin slapping against skin. She's so fucking tight, so beautifully responsive beneath me that it's almost unbearable. I can hear her heartbeat thundering against my chest, erratic and fast-paced — matching mine perfectly.

Her hands claw at my back, pulling me closer as if she can't get enough. I don't blame her.

With each thrust, I can feel her wetness coating my cock, slick and warm. It’s as if the thought of being heard turned her on even more. God, she’s a freak.

And I love her for it.

Lana's moans are muffled by my hand, but the sounds we make together are still clear enough to anyone outside. I imagine Grigori on the other side of the door, listening to us, hearing the lustful cries and the sounds of our bodies slamming together. It only fuels my desire to make her scream louder, harder.

I feel her legs quivering around me, the grip of her muscles coaxing me deeper into her warmth. Her pussy throbs with every inch of my cock that plunges into her, the wetness of her desire slick on my shaft. She's so wet she could be a swimming pool, a damn ocean.

I thrust harder, loving the way her body welcomes me. The smack of our skin against one another grows louder, the sounds of our carnal desire clearer now that Grigori is so close.

Lana's breathing turns ragged, and I can feel her orgasm building. It's going to be explosive, I can tell. Her nails dig into my back, her legs wrap around me tighter, squeezing me with every thrust.

Then she comes undone under me, legs trembling and pussy squeezing around my cock. The sight of it tosses me over the edge too, and I come with a guttural growl of satisfaction.

Releasing myself inside her is heavenly – it’s like marking my territory in the most primal way possible. My heart beats wildly against my chest as I cradle her limp body against mine.

"Mine," I murmur possessively into her ear as my fingers trace circles on her sweaty skin.

She doesn't resist, doesn't reject me – instead, she melts into my touch like she was always meant to be there. And fuck if that doesn't make me want to ruin her more.

As we pant to catch our breaths afterward, I can't help but imagine our future together - one where she belongs to me and only me. That thought alone makes me hard again.

"Ready for round two, baby?"

Chapter 9

Lana

Walking into the doctor's office feels like I'm stepping into another world, one where my usual confidence and control don't mean a thing. I've faced down rival gang leaders, negotiated deals that could make or break us, and stared death in the face without blinking. But this? This antenatal appointment? It's got my heart racing and my palms sweating like nothing else.

Taking a deep breath, I try to steady myself. Luca and Julia, bless them, arranged for a more secluded area for this visit, away from prying eyes and loose tongues. And Julia, ever the rock, is right here beside me, offering silent support. I insisted the men stay behind. The last thing I need is their hovering making me more jittery than I already am.

I am pregnant. I am gonna have a doctor's appointment now. The reality of it slams into me like a freight train. Fuck.

Just as I'm about to spiral into a full-blown panic attack, Julia's by my side in an instant, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. She catches the look on my face, the sheer panic probably written all over it, and without missing a beat, she turns to the doctor. "Can you give us a moment, please?" she asks, her voice firm yet polite.

The doctor nods, stepping out of the room, and suddenly it's just Julia and me and a silence that's too heavy to bear.

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