Page 9 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

I stare at my empty plate, my stomach turning like a storm. Part of me knows I should be terrified by how much he knows. But another part - a part that's growing stronger by the minute - is intrigued, even excited.

Looking up, I meet Nik's gaze head-on. “Well, Mr. Detective, you've certainly done your homework. But trust me, you've barely scratched the surface.”

His eyes light up at the challenge. “Is that so? Well then, tell me something I don’t know.”

I curve my lips into a smile, and let the words run off my tongue before I can think twice about it. “I’m a virgin.”

Nik's smile falters for a moment, a shadow passing over his eyes. He leans back in his chair, studying me intently.

“Being with me might not be what you expect,” he begins, his voice low and serious. “If we were to…go further, I might not be able to stop myself. And I don't want to hurt you.”

I feel a shiver run down my spine at his words, but I move to the edge of my seat, not breaking eye contact. “Who said you can hurt me?”

Nik smiles with his teeth, a gloriously scary occurrence that makes me want to run as much as it makes me want to rub my thighs together. “Kotik, I could break you into pieces.”

My breath catches in my throat, but I thrive on the suffocation and keep pushing him for more, a phenomenon that only occurs when he looks at me as if he knows everything about me. Despite every fiber of my being telling me to run.

I look him in the eyes and say, “Try me.”

5

NIKOLAI

The night I’ve planned for Gwen is perfect. She’s perfect. My perfect little virgin.

How the hell did a girl this beautiful, with that mouth and a knack for drawing in danger, stay a virgin for so fucking long? Maybe that’s why she has that type of mouth on her. No one has taught her how to properly use it.

I would teach her all the ways to properly use that lethal tongue of hers. My cock throbbed just at the thought. Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve wanted someone so bad. She was so tight while I was fucking her with my fingers and so beautiful as she came apart. When I have her on my cock later, she is going to feel fucking divine, because she will be mine, all mine.

As we leave the restaurant, I can't help but steal glances at her. The soft glow of the streetlights catches in the curls of her hair, illuminating her features in a way that takes my breath away. I've met countless beautiful women in my line of work, but Gwen? She's in a league of her own, even with her hair alittle frizzy from the sweat of her cumming. She looks fucking radiant and sexy with the smell of sex on her.

I open the passenger side to my car. Her eyes beam a bright gold as she slides in and I run to enter the driver’s side.

“So, Mr. Mysterious,” she says, a playful lilt in her voice. “What's next on this grand tour of yours?”

“How do you feel about dancing?”

“Dancing?” She giggles.

“Yeah, a little jazz club on Wilson.”

Gwen, with those mesmerizing hazel eyes, leans over, her hand lightly grazing the curve of my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “I like dancing, but I thought after what you did in the restaurant, you would want me all to yourself.”

Her other hand glides across my thigh, edging ever closer to the growing bulge in my pants. “There will be more than enough time for that after?—”

Before I could finish, Gwen's hand strokes the bulge in my jeans. I suck in a sharp breath, my grip on the steering wheel tightening. The car swerves slightly, caught off guard by the sudden surge of adrenaline.

“Gwen, what are you doing?” I speak through my gritted teeth.

“Just repaying the favor for earlier,” she whispers, her hand firmly in place.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on the road as she teases me. My little hell cat giving me a taste of my own medicine, and it is fucking delicious. She cautiously zips down my pants and pulls out my throbbing cock.

“Do you even know what you’re doing, Kotik?” I tease.

Her hand can barely fit around my cock, a scoff escaping her lips. “Nik, that is not going to fit…anywhere.”

I chuckle, one hand curling up the side of her face and running across her jaw. “Don’t worry, Kotik. You were made for me.”

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