Page 50 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

“No,” he retorts, his grip on me tightening. "This is what you wanted, right, Gwen?" His shoulders bunch up with fury as he gives my ass a hard smack.“You wanted my attention.”

“I wanted to talk, not get manhandled like some caveman.” Istruggle against his hold, but his fingers dig into my thighs with bruising force.

With a single fluid movement, he kicks open the door to the bathroom and slams me onto the sink. "Are you trying to provoke me, Gwen? Trying to drive me mad?" His voice is a low growl, his blazing eyes burning into mine.

His rage radiates from him, and I can't help but be taken aback by his intense reaction. “I was just-”

“Just what?” he cuts me off sharply, his voice dripping with venom.

My own voice trembles as I whisper through clenched teeth, “I wanted to talk to you.”

He pries my legs open with a force that makes my bones ache, his fingers digging into my flesh as he catches my chin in a vice grip. His voice is low and menacing as he growls at me, “Oh so you flirt with the head of the Italian mob because you want my attention?” I try to look away, but he forces me to meet his gaze. “My little brat almost makes me start a fucking war in the middle of my club because she wants to talk to me?”

My throat tightens as I struggle to speak. “I didn't want you to start a war.”

He scoffs, his lips brushing against mine. “It's not your decision, little brat. If that man had touched you,” he leans even closer, sending shivers down my spine, “I would have put a bullet through him without hesitation.”

“Nik-” I jump but he cups my cheeks in his hands.

“No, Kotik,” Nik says sternly with a small nod and a hint of a smile. His voice is firm but gentle as he continues, “It's time for you to be a good girl and take your punishment.” I feel ashiver run down my spine at his words, my heart beating faster in anticipation.

He leans in and presses his lips against mine, the intensity of his kiss taking my breath away. I feel intoxicated by the taste of his tongue, my head spinning with desire.

When he pulls away, I whisper, “Yes, sir.”

Nikolai steps back, his eyes darkening as he watches me. “Strip,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. My hands shake slightly, my heart pounding in my chest, then reach behind me to unhook my bra. The cool air hits my skin as it falls away, followed by my panties. I stand before him completely exposed, my body tense with a mix of fear and excitement.

Nik's gaze rakes over me, his eyes burning with intensity. "Turn around," he orders, his voice deep and commanding. I do as he says, my back to him, my hands instinctively crossing over my breasts. "Hands down," he snaps, and I drop them to my sides, feeling vulnerable under his scrutiny.

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. I feel his hand on my shoulder, guiding me to bend over the sink. The cold porcelain presses against my bare stomach as he positions me, my legs spread wide.

His fingers trace the outline of my sex, teasing the sensitive flesh before delving inside. I moan loudly, my body arching towards his touch. Nikolai watches me with a predatory glint in his eyes, his actions deliberate and calculated.

“Beg for it,” he demands, removing his fingers and stepping back slightly.

Torn between humiliation and desperation, I hesitate for a moment before whispering, “Please, Nik…punish me.”

Satisfied with my response, he steps forward again, his hardness pressing against my backside. “That's right, Gwen. You deserve every bit of this.”

Without warning, his hand comes down hard on my left cheek, the sharp sting making me gasp. Before I can catch my breath, he spanks the other side, the sound echoing in the quiet bathroom. Tears prick at my eyes, a mix of pain and submission coursing through me.

“You need someone to put you in your place, don’t you, Kotik?” he asks, his voice calm yet authoritative. My cheeks warm at his nickname for me, as another swat from his hand swipes across my left cheek.

“Yes, sir,” I manage to choke out, my voice trembling as heat flutters across my ass and wetness pools at my center.

“Don’t worry, Kotik, I will teach you,” he replies, his hand stroking the reddened skin gently before delivering another sharp slap. “You will be a good girl and learn, won’t you?” Each hit sends waves of heat through me, my body responding in a confusing blend of pain and pleasure.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper against his hold. Nik's hand moves upwards, sliding beneath my stomach to cup my breast roughly. His thumb finds my nipple, pinching it hard between his fingers.

"Nik," I gasp sharply. Sparks of pain shoot through my body right to my clit. It feels so good. I want him to do it again.

“You like that, don't you, Gwen?” he taunts, his breath hot against my ear. “You like being treated like this. Like my little slut.”

The wordslutrings in my ears, and I moan. He pushes two fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit in slow circles.I arch my back, pressing myself against his hand, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. His eyes are dark with lust as he grips my hips, lifting me onto the marble counter beside the sink once more, his fingers still inside me. “Spread your legs,” he commands, and I obey, opening myself to him.

Shame rushes through me. This isn’t like me. I have two fucking degrees. I was top of my class at Georgetown. There is no way I am the type of girl to like being disrespected and to want to obey the dirty things Nik says, but I do. I want him to use me. I want to be his.

Nik lines himself up, his cock hard and ready. He enters me slowly, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. I bite my lip, my body adjusting to his size, the sensation both painful and thrilling.

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