Page 7 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

Nikolai chuckles, and the sound sends goosebumps across my skin. “Then we deal with it. Besides, I can tell this turns you on.” His breath feathers over the column of my neck. “Doesn’t it, Kotik?”

My heart pounds in my chest; all I can hear is ringing in my ears and the crescendo of my heavy breathing. I bite my bottom lip trying to stifle the moan coming out of my lips. My eyes flicker down Nik’s face from the swirl of his blue eyes to his pink lips.

“Answer me, Kotik. You like being played with in public, don’t you?”

"I like it," I gasp barely above a whisper. His nails dig into my inner thighs, and my legs fall open. I can’t believe he is touching me like this in public. I can’t believe I am just letting him. The closer he gets to my core, the wetter I am, and fuck, I have never been so turned on.

Nikolai's eyes darken with desire as he pushes my dress around my waist, almost leaving me bare.

“Good," he says, his thumb stroking my inner thigh. "Because I have plans for you tonight.”

“What are you thinking?” I ask, my voice trembling with anticipation.

My breathing shallows at the heat of his touch. The way his eyes shine when they land on mine makes my mouth dry. He wants me, and I want to give him all of me. I want him to touch me in ways I have only imagined.

Shit. I can’t tell him I’m a virgin right now, not while his hands run up my body and search for more of me. Not while his eyes turn so dark they look like the depths of the sea. Not while he is growling as if there will never be enough.

“W-what are you planning for me tonight?”

Nikolai's smirk widens as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m thinking about how much I want to taste you,” he whispers, sending a shiver down my spine. “How much I want to feel you come apart under my touch."

My cheeks flush with heat as I imagine his fingers exploring my body, teasing me until I can’t take it anymore. “Nik-”

“Mi scusi, signore, è pronto per il prossimo piatto?” My eyes widen, and my breath catches in my throat as the waiter clears our appetizers.

Despite the waiter clearing his throat, Nik doesn’t take his eyes off me, steadily drawing circles on my inner right thigh. He leans in towards me, his lips grazing along my jaw as he whispers against my flushed cheeks, “What do you think, Kotik? Should I have him bring the next course?”

Nik’s fingers graze along the thin barrier of my black lace thong. He hisses once he feels how soaked I am through my underwear. My cheeks burn in embarrassment as he presses his finger against the wet spot.

“Kotik, unless you want him to watch you cum which will force me to pluck out his eyes, I’d advise you to tell him no.”

I want to speak, but my voice is caught in the back of my throat as his pointer finger slides up to put pressure on the bundle of nerves between my legs. I shake my head no and let Nik’s chuckle roll over me. Without stopping the small circles he draws on my clit, he speaks to the waiter with an amused grin.

“Non tornare qui dentro finché non te lo dico io operderai la vita.”

The waiter shoots up straighter than before, saying quickly, “Sì, signore,” as he escapes.

My heart pounds in my chest as I glance around the room for any more prying eyes, but all I see is the escaping waiter, a tray of appetizers balanced expertly in his hands. I watch him disappear into the kitchen, the tension in my body easing slightly, and I relax enough to let a moan roll from my lips. Nik moves my panties to the side, presses his thumb back to the sensitive bundle between my legs, and rubs his pointer finger along my slit.

“W-what are you touching?” I whimper, my thighs fighting to close.

Nik slaps my thighs, the sharp pain running right to my core. “Kotik, don’t tell me you don’t know what your clit is?”

The amusement is so clear in his throat I want to smack it off, but the rush of need silences my annoyance. I mean I know about sex. I know how it all works on a logical level, penis, vagina, hymen, all simple, but this fire shooting through me? The way my body is just dripping with a primal need from more? No, I did not know anything like this existed. I shake my head no, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth.

“Kotik,” he purrs. “My naughty little kitty never had someone make her feel good. I bet I am the first man who’s made you this wet.”

I push my pelvis forward, wanting to feel his finger inside me press harder on my clit. A pulsing in my stomach clenches with a need for something more, like this small touch isn’t enough and I want more. I shudder against him as his finger grazes my opening.

“Don’t tease, asshole,” I gasp. Nik’s nose grazes my neck.

“Sucha dirty mouth.” Nik removes his hand from my dripping pussy and sticks two fingers inside his mouth. His eyes drop and his Adam’s apple bobs. I can’t catch my breath. He looks like every woman’s wet dream sucking my juices into his mouth. “Kotik, you’re so fucking sweet, like candy.”

"Nik," I gasp, my voice barely audible. I can’t take the teasing, the things he is saying and the danger that anyone can walk in and see what we are doing at any minute. "If you are going to do it, do it.”

Nikolai sharply slaps down on my pussy, light enough to elicit pleasure but firm enough to make me jump in my seat. “You are so bossy when you’re needy, baby.”

He rubs down firmly on my clit, causing my deep groan to fill the dining area. His fingers continue to punish me, encouraged by my ever-growing wetness. I arch my hips, desperate for more, but he holds back, teasing me with his touch. I don’t even realize my eyes are closed until he growls for me to open them.

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