Page 10 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

My fingertips massage the back of her head. Her fingers grip tight around me, but it is nothing compared to her mouth wrapping around me. Shit, she’s so warm. So wet. So fucking made for me.

Gwen's lips envelop me, causing me to grip the steering wheel tightly as the city becomes a blur of lights and sounds around us like a kaleidoscope. "God," I hissed, quickly changing lanes to exit the highway.

Her lips are dangerously soft, her tongue teasing and tormenting in equal measure. I bite back a groan, my hands trembling on the wheel as I navigate the chaotic streets.

"Fuck, Gwen," I manage to gasp, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engine and the distant honks of traffic.

She pulls back, her eyes locking onto mine, a sexy smirk on her lips, and for a moment, everything else fades away. I can’t remember when a woman made me feel like this. “Change of plans,” I say, my voice steady despite the lazy stroking of her hand. “We're going to my hotel.”

Gwen's lips curve into a knowing smile, her hand still working its magic as she leans back in her seat and spreads her legs. Her eyes never leave mine.

I speed up the car, weaving through traffic as I try to make it to my hotel before I bust. Her strokes come in slow, andshe squeezes the base of my cock. I damn near see fucking stars. I grab Gwen’s wrist. Her eyes bulge, but I ease her nerves by kissing her palm. “When I cum, it will be in your pretty little pussy, understand?”

Gwen bites her glossy lips, a shit-eating smile spreading across them. “Yes, sir,” she teases.

“Kotik, don’t test me,” I growl, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

The car's engine roars as I push it to its limits; every second feels like an eternity. The anticipation is killing me - the thought of having Gwen writhing beneath me, desperate for my touch - I could hardly fucking contain myself.

She sits next to me, her hands roaming over her body, over the curve of her breast, down her stomach, and hovering over her soaked panties. “Gwen, if you touch yourself, you will be over my knee the minute we get upstairs,” I growl, and she giggles.

This fucking girl laughs in my face after watching me cut off a man’s pinky when most men, without seeing what I am truly capable of, fall to their knees and stutter, but Gwen? She openly defies me and thinks my anger is laughable.

“Promise, cutie?” she moans, her fingers rubbing her slit through her panties. Her eyes light up before becoming hooded. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath growing heavier with each pass of her thumb over her clit.

I park my car outside the dimly lit hotel. My breathing becomes heavier by the second as I cut off the engine and look over at Gwen teasing herself. My hand itches to be on her body. I watch her rub her pointer over her folds, and she sucks the bottom lip I want in my mouth into hers.

Her lips part and a small whimper escapes them. I curl my hands into a fist to stop myself from running my hands through her hair. Her eyes land on mine, a fury of desire from the edging she keeps doing to herself. I look at the valet attendant, who is contemplating whether or not he should knock on my window to take my keys, and signal for him to come closer.

“Nik?” she sings. Her other hand follows the curves up her body, but I grab her wrist before she can cup her breast.

I whisper between heavy breaths, “Do you have a safe word, Kotik?”

Finally, she sits up and stops rubbing her fingers over her pussy.Thank God.“A safe word?”

My lips curve into a smile. “A word that will make me stop, no matter what.”

“Umm. No, I don’t have one. Do I need one?”

“With you,” my eyes outline the curves of her body, “looking like that. Yeah, you need a safe word.”

She takes a deep breath, looking around, but her gaze avoids mine. My thumb runs along the side of her wrist, and I try to gently talk, but her nickname comes out like a growl, “Kotik.”

“I’m thinking.” She places her other hand flat on her thigh, pressing her fingertips into the fabric of her dress. I watch her for a moment, focusing on the flex of her hand and my deep breaths. “Okay,” she whispers, “Pickles.”

“Pickles?” I smirk.

“I hate them. They gross me out so…I would never think about them during,” she shrugs, her ears turning bright red as she points between the two of us, “ya’ know.”

Her innocence, the way she acts as if she wasn’t cursing me out ten minutes ago or didn’t threaten a man’s life with a broken bottle a day ago, turns me on so much my cock beads with precum. This girl with her naughty mouth and need to be corrupted will be the fucking end of me, I swear.

I tuck my cock back into my pants. “Go to the penthouse.”

“What? You’re not coming with me?”

Her eyebrows furrow, and her bottom lip slides from between her teeth into a pout.Jesus Christ, what is she doing to me?I release her wrist and dig my nails into the palm of my hand to keep myself from dragging her over the middle console onto my lap and bite her lip until she screams.

“Nik?” she snaps.

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