Page 53 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

I walk slowly toward him, and he turns slightly to look at me. I can see the lust instantly flash in his eyes.

“Mrs. Sidorov…” he breathes.

“I’m just a hotel waitress,” I say, running my hand along his shoulders. “What do you want to drink?”

“Whiskey. Neat.” I can feel him watching me as I walk to the bar.

I go behind it, and he starts to get up.

“No,” I say, holding a hand up. “I insist the boss stays where he is while I fix him something to drink.”

He lowers himself back down, licking his lips. “Roleplaying? Really?”

“Are you going to play along or not?” I ask, holding up a bottle of whiskey.

“Well, Arina, my hotel waitress. Hurry with my drink. I’m a busy man.”

I smile and take out a glass. “It’s a shame you don’t want ice,” I say, picking up an ice cube and rubbing it down my neck and across my cleavage. “Las Vegas is exceptionally hot in summer.”

He crosses his legs and clears his throat. “You’re teasing me. If my wife finds out…”

“She won’t,” I say, dropping the ice cube down my cleavage. “Oops.”

I try not to smile too brightly as I pour his whiskey, put it on a tray and walk over with it.

“How is your balance so good?” he asks.

“I was a waitress in high school,” I say. “Mr. Sidorov.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “So, you need the cash. How should I tip you?”

“You should always tip a waitress for every job she completes.” He takes out a hundred dollars and tucks it into the waistband of my very short skirt.

I hand him the whiskey, and he downs the glass. He lowers his hand and drops the glass to the carpet before he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. “What jobs does a waitress perform?”

“Always take care of the boss,” I murmur, stroking his chest. “Always make sure he’s happy.”

“I’m happy right now,” he says as he takes my hand and presses it to his hard crotch.

I grab his cock through his pants and massage it gently. He growls, and I smile. “You look tense, boss.”

“Do I?” he murmurs.

I slide off his lap and onto my knees. Sensing what I’m going to do, he opens his legs more to get comfortable and allow me more space.

“Let me.” I lick my lips as I undo his pants and free his erection. “Why, you are happy.”

“Very,” he says, and I can hear he’s a little breathless.

I’ve always wanted to roleplay something, and I’m so glad he’s enjoying it as well. I lower my head and lick around the tip of his cock. He grunts and shifts slightly. “Arina.”

“Ask me nicely to suck your cock,” I whisper, kissing the tip.

“Be a doll and suck my dick,” he says, reaching down to stroke my face gently.

I smile and lower my face, wrapping my mouth around his penis and bobbing my head up and down, my hand reaching to fondle his balls while I move.

I can hear his breathing speed up, and I can feel him squirming under me. Suddenly, his hand finds my ponytail, and he tugs on it. He knows I like having my hair pulled. I feel him wrap my ponytail around his hand, and then he starts forcing me to take more and more of him into my mouth until his cock is hitting the back of my throat. I gag slightly, and he pulls me up to catch my breath before he pushes me down again. He holds me there while I gag, choking on his girth.

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