Page 17 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

In reality, my hand was holding my cock, slowly stroking it while I continued to watch with my mind’s eye.

She’s so beautiful and sexy, her naked body pressing against mine, allowing me to feel the warmth of her breasts, to grab her ass and mold it the way I want.

She moans, the sweetest moan that I’ve heard in a long time. The kissing is fervent and deep, passionate and a bit nasty, all while my finger simultaneously pressures her clit.

I pull her to myself, fingers in her wet hair, lips locked to hers as our tongues twirl in our mouths. Her body is tensing, her skin soft and smooth, and I have one of her legs hanging off the floor.

She bends backward as I kiss down her neck and settle on her breasts, sucking on her nipples. She’s moaning and moaning and moaning.

I push her against the wall and go down on her, eating her pussy with her leg resting on my shoulder.

She arches her back, rubbing her hand over my head like she can’t get enough. She calls my name lovingly, her voice low and arousing.

I get to my feet and kiss her some more as she grabs my cock, ready to return the favor. She’s pretty good with her hands but way better with her mouth. She sucks my cock so well.

In reality, I was starting to groan deeply, my hand swiftly stroking my cock, the pouring water and the soap smoothing the gesture.

My mind was focused on the footage displayed in my head, and oh, did I love what I was watching.

Done using her mouth, she rises to her feet, and I turn her over, her breasts pressed against the bathroom wall as I plug my cock into her throbbing mound from behind.

I spank her butt, watching as water from the faucet pelts against her ass. She winces at the pain, and I pull her hair back, increasing my speed, basking in the sound of her moans growing louder.

I released a jet of thick semen that splattered onto the floor, mixing with the pelting water from the shower.

It was strange that I wanted more, even after just cumming for her.

Clearly, her hold over me was a lot stronger than I thought, and this was the reason why I had to have her, no matter what. She would be mine and mine alone.

I took the next few minutes to shower and get cleaned up before stepping out with a white towel around my waist.

She still lingered on the fringes of my mind, but at least thoughts of her weren’t gnawing at me, seeking to consume me. Regardless, though, my mind was made up; I was going to claim her—possess her.

I was still in my thoughts when my phone buzzed with an incoming call. At first, I was tempted to ignore it, but as I glanced at the screen, I realized that the caller was someone who had ties with the woman living rent-free in my head.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Mr. Wolkov, hi,” Asher said on the other line. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

He was interrupting my peace and quiet, but I’d let it slide for the sake of my ulterior motive.

“Not at all,” I responded. “I have time for brilliant minds. It was one heck of a show put up with those models,” I praised, only aiming to caress his ego—the first step in my inquisition.

“Ah, Mr. Wolkov, you flatter me.”

“No flattery here, only facts. I specifically enjoyed the performance of one of your girls….”

“The one from the after-party?” he asked knowingly. “Vivian Kennedy?”

“Yes. Her. What do you know about her?” I asked.

“Nothing much,” he replied. “But I know she’s one of the good ones. Rare. She can be feisty at times, stubborn, maybe, but she’s harmless.”

I was silent after his response.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

He was playing it safe because I knew he was sure I was interested in her. He was there at the party when I left them to be with her.

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