Page 13 of Used By the Bratva

“You trying to impress me?” I ask in a teasing tone.

“Oh, solnyshko, I believe you are already more than impressed with me.” His gravelly laugh makes my cheeks flush. Here he was, knowing all too well that I’m already a lost cause.

“Well, um … the Renoir in the hallway was a good start.” I rasp.

Leon’s gaze falls on my mouth, his bright blue eyes burning hot with hunger and lust. I know what’s coming and can't hold back any longer. I’m done with the boring old me. I’m tired of playing it safe. I’m ready to let this experienced man take me to new places to worship my body.

He leans forward, his lips ghosting over mine, his warm breath fanning my face. “Ask me for what you want, Natalie.”

“Potseluy menya.”

Leon does what I ask, presses his lips to mine, and kisses me. His one hand slides from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his fingers fisting into my hair, as his other hand rests on my waist. He pulls me close to him, his grip firm and tight, and I close my eyes as his tongue runs along the seam of my mouth. I don’t part my lips just yet, wanting him to take control.

A low growl sounds deep in his chest as I arch into his grip, pressing my breasts against his firm chest. He takes my lower lip between his teeth, and I moan as he bites down harder, pushes his tongue in, and plunders my mouth. My breathing is faster, my nipples pebble, and my panties become unpleasantly damp—desire blossoms inside me with every stroke of his tongue.

His fingers give my hair a sharp tug and yank my head back; he crowds me until I’m lying on the couch, and his giant body hovers over mine.

“Natalie.”

My name rolled over his lips in a gruff tone. It sounded more like a command.

The outline of his erection presses against my lower stomach through the layers that separate us. I run my hands over his chest, feel his muscles tense and relax under my touch.

He growls and sinks his teeth into my neck, not enough to hurt but enough to claim. His possessiveness only heats me more, and as he presses his cock into my core, flames ignite. My fingers curl into his shirt, my nails scraping through the fabric frantically as he doesn’t stop his hip movements.

My lust-filled brain tries to make sense of it all, and I gasp, “I want this. I want you.”

His blue eyes roamed my face, and for a moment, he paused. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asks in a rough and jagged voice as he pulls away from me.

“No.” I wrap a hand around his neck, longing to have him close again, longing for more of him as my arousal seeps through the silky thong.

“How many?” He kisses his way down my throat and hovers over my thrumming pulse. “How many men have tasted that sweet pussy before me?”

“None.”

Leon stops sucking on my neck, propping himself higher on one arm to look down at me. “You said you weren’t a virgin.”

“I’m not.” Warmth spreads through my body, and I’m fighting a blush as I glance away from him. “My ex-boyfriend thought it was gross.”

Leon takes my chin in his hand. “Eyes on me when we’re talking, Natalie.”

I nod; my core is clenching at his command.

He lets go of my chin; his hand travels down the curve of my waist before it slips between my legs. His fingers graze the wet fabric of my thong. I’m lost in sensation–his tongue swipes mine in time with the lazy caresses between my legs. His thumb presses against my clit, and my aching pussy throbs.

“Fucking idiot,” Leon smirks, shoving the scrap of material to the side. “I’m convinced you’ll taste like the best dessert I’ve ever had.”

I try to press my legs together to get some of the friction I need, but all I succeed in doing is pressing against his hips.

Leon chuckles. “Don’t rush, solnyshko. I’m going to fuck you all night long. By the time I finally let you fall asleep, you’re not going to know your own name, let alone the pathetic man who wouldn’t even taste you.”

He gets off me, sitting up and motioning for me to stand. “Undress for me.”

My legs feel like jelly as I stand up and reach for the zipper at my back. He helps me unzip and then leans back into the cushions, his arms spread out to either side on the backrest of the couch.

I glance down at his crotch and notice he’s pitching a tent so large that it would fit four people, wondering how that’s going to fit inside me.

Leon arches an eyebrow. “Taking your time and trying to tease me will only result in punishment, Natalie.”

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