Page 8 of The Bratva Queens' Kings

Still clutching her jaw firmly but gently enough not to hurt her, I lean in and place a soft kiss on her forehead.

"And goddamn Lana," I growl low in her ear, "I'd kill anyone who tries to hurt you or the baby. You know that right?"

Her eyes well up again but she continues to hold my gaze steadily before answering with a simple nod.

Brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, I let my fingers linger on the skin of her cheek.

"You know I'd always take care of you, right?" I whisper slightly as I move my right hand towards her belly.

She nods without breaking the eye contact and bites her lip ever so slightly.

"God, woman" I growl out, my eyes blazing with a dangerous desire that promises debauchery and danger in equal measure. "You have no fucking idea what you do to me."

She tenses under my touch. My fingers clench slightly against the fabric of her dress as I push myself closer to her. My heart pounds at an exhilarating pace.

My fingers trail down from her belly to the hem of her dress slowly— so damn slow that it's torture — before slipping underneath the fabric. She shivers under my touch and moans my name in a breathy whimper that punches lust straight to my gut.

"Grigori..."

Her sweet, whimpering voice only sets the beast in me on fire.

Caging her between my own body and the cool leather of the car seat, my hand starts to wander beneath the hem of her dress, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide her heat from me. My fingers trail along her soft thigh, inching higher.

"Mmm, Grigori," she moans, my name coming out as a prayer on her lips.

"You like that?"

She doesn't answer with words, but I feel her hips buck up into my touch, seeking more. A low growl rumbles in my chest at the feel of her squirming against me, desperation clear as day in every little twitch of her body.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," I whisper against her skin just before biting down lightly on her pulse point. She gasps at the sensation, and I can't help but chuckle darkly.

My hand creeps further up under her dress until it reaches its desired destination. My fingers glide over the lace fabric of her panties and it's soaked through.

"Fuck..." The curse slips out of my mouth as I start rubbing slow circles on her sweet spot through the thin fabric. Her legs part willingly allowing me full access while whimpers escape from between her parted lips.

"Grigori...please," she begs breathlessly.

"Shhh...I've got you,"

I assure her, my voice a mere growl in the confined space of the car as my fingers continue to work their magic on her.

She's clinging onto me now, hands tightly gripping the fabric of my shirt as she moans and whimpers in time with my movements.

"I want you to watch me," I growl, slipping her panties to one side and sliding a single digit inside her. She moans loudly and bucks up against my hand, craving for more.

Her hands reach for mine, her fingers digging into my forearm as she struggles to keep herself grounded. "Grigori... The driver will hear us."

"Let him hear," I say with a malevolent grin.

Adding another finger, I plunge deeper inside her warmth. Her breath hitches and she gasps out my name like it's the only thing keeping her sane. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles.

"Look at me, Lana," I command again when her eyes flutter shut from the overwhelming sensations.

She forces her eyes open to meet mine - those beautiful blue orbs glazed over with desire and need for me.

"Fuck, you're so tight...so wet for me," I grunt out as my fingers move faster and harder inside of her.

Her body tenses up and I know she's about to come undone under my touch.

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