Page 51 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

“Look at me,” he orders, his voice gruff. I turn my head to meet his intense gaze, my black curls cascading over my face and down my back, partially hiding the want in my expression. “I want to see your face as you feel every inch of me inside you," he murmurs, beginning to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate.

“Good girl, baby. Keep those eyes on mine.” I cling to the countertop, as he pounds into me, smacking my ass sharply. I bite my lip to keep from calling out. The pain he inflicts only heightens my arousal, making me yearn for more. Nik seems to sense this, his grip tightening as he pushes me further against the sink.

"You belong to me, Gwen," he grunts, his pace increasing. "Only me." I moan at his words, chasing my building orgasm as I brace myself against the mirror and the sink.

His pace increases as he thrusts deeper into me. Each movement is harsh and unrelenting, pushing me to the brink ofboth agony and ecstasy. I can feel my body responding despite the pain, my muscles contracting around him in involuntary waves.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer as his thrusts become more forceful. My body responds eagerly, arching against him as the pleasure builds inside of me. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as my inner walls clench around him.

“Give in to me,” he growls, his voice laced with desire. “Let me see you fall apart for me.”

His words push me over the edge, and I feel myself unraveling in his arms. Every nerve ending tingles with pleasure as I ride out the waves of ecstasy crashing through me. “Nik, fucking hell!”

His gruff, desire filled voice chuckles in my ear, “I’m right with you baby.” Nik's own release soon follows in hot spurts, and he collapses on top of me, our bodies intertwined and breaths mingling.

“You’re mine, Gwen.” He wetly kisses the curve of my neck. “Fucking mine. Don’t you fucking forget that.”

In the daze of my orgasm and the high of being in his arms again, I say the stupidest thing I could have possibly said. “Yes, sir.”

26

GWEN

The minute the words leave my lips, a gust of cold air swipes across my spine, and I know I’m screwed. Nik’s eyes darken to that mystical deep blue that feels like looking straight down into the Atlantic Ocean, but instead of fear, my heart races at the prospect of jumping in, of being his. Fuck! Why the hell did I say that? “Yes, sir?” Have I lost my mind? Or is the dick that good that I say things I can't possibly mean?

Nik’s breathing heavily, staring into my eyes, and unlike with Mason, I don’t feel brave around Nik. I feel human. I feel the need to run, to get away from the man who has shredded my maid costume, fucked me in his bar’s bathroom, and now stares at me like he would worship the ground I walk on if I gave him a chance.

“How the hell am I supposed to go back to work when most of my uniform is still on the main stage?” I want to snap at him, but my breath comes out breathy and drunk with lust.

He leans forward, his nose brushing mine with a small laugh that sounds like he’s blowing dust off his vocal cords. “Whosaid anything about you going back to work?” he mumbles against my skin.

My back shoots straight when his head lolls to the side, and he hovers over my collarbone. He peppers kisses over his hickeys and bite marks as he continues to speak. “Your punishment is not over.”

“Excuse me?” I jerk back, my head bumping against the mirror as I scoot further up the counter, trying to put some distance between us. “You just punished me, Nik. Playtime is over.”

I move to close my legs, but Nik keeps his hands firmly on my inner thigh. His tight grip makes me suck in a sharp breath as heat pools between my thighs, and fuck, maybe I don’t want playtime to be over. But the darkness of his eyes makes me think that I don’t want to play with him anymore. He clicks his tongue at me disapprovingly. “You think this is a game, Kotik?”

“Two people fucking whenever the fever of the night takes them?” I snort, before sighing and leaning up against the mirror, as if my stomach isn’t fluttering with a horde of butterflies I intend to kill by the end of tonight. “Yup, sounds like a game to me.”

A wicked smile curls across his lips, and from this angle, he looks like the devil reincarnated. “That’s your problem, Kotik. You think I’m just having fun. That you’re like any other girl that I can just get tired of and throw away.”

His eyes flicker down to my lips as I gasp. My eyes shoot to his pink tongue swiping across his bottom lip, and my voice comes out shakily. “Aren’t I just a game? Isn’t this just for fun, Nik?”

His smile falls off his face. A growl crawls up his throat. “Kotik, you are more than just a game. You are everything I have ever wanted. You are like an addiction to me,” he purrs, his hand gripping my waist as he pulls me closer to him. “You’ve made me into a fucking addict, chasing the high that is you. Never feeling high enough, so I take dose after dose trying to get back to you.”

Jesus Christ. My mouth is dry as I search his eyes for a lie or exaggeration, and even though his eyes don’t speak of dishonesty, I still call him out. “Bullshit, Nik.”

“Are you calling me a liar, Gwen?” he growls, his face snarling right in front of mine.

“No,” I whisper, too afraid to speak. “But you’re exaggerating because you want what you can’t have.”

His right hand slides down my stomach, his fingertips grazing the mound of my pussy, and it takes everything in me not to shiver at his touch. “You don’t think this pussy is addictive? You don’t think this pussy is intoxicating?”

Two fingers slide across my very sensitive clit and trail between my folds. Against my better judgment, I inhale sharply, gripping the edge of the counter as I turn to look away from him, but Nik pinches my cheeks between his other hand and pulls my face to his. “You think this is what? A cat and mouse game? Just something to pass the time?”

His eyes dart across my face as he slides a finger inside my sore pussy and smiles at how I sharply inhale through my nose. “I am not the type of animal that hunts for fun, Gwen.” His fingers curve inside me, and I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “I'm chasing you because this sweet pussy, this delectable body, and this smart mouth of yours that needs to be filled has me acting like a fuckingaddict.”

He swiftly takes two fingers out of me and plunges them into my mouth. An explosion of cum and honey runs across my tongue, but I don’t dare close my eyes. I keep them trained on Nik’s drunken stare as he pushes his fingers back so far in my throat that I gag. “I do not play games when it comes to you, Kotik.”

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