Page 52 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I gasp. “Nikolai, you can’t just?—”

“I can’t just do what? I can’t have you just because you say no?” Nik moves his hand from my cheeks to my chin, pinching tightly as he tilts my head to be aligned with his. His ocean eyes drown me as he whispers, a breath away from my lips, “You keep saying no, yet you keep ending up with my cock inside of you. Funny.”

“Nik,” I scold, narrowing my eyes at him, but he just flashes that boyish smile.

“Gwen, you don’t get it. You are making me go through withdrawal. An addict going through withdrawal can’t be held responsible for what they do,” Nik whispers against my lips, and a flurry of butterflies in my stomach goes mad. I want to jump his bones, give him his high. Admit that despite all the fighting, I’m addicted to him too. I want to drown in his embrace. I want to submit to his will and be his because there is nothing that feels more natural to me. But instead, I harden my face.

I scowl. “You are responsible for all of your actions, withdrawal or not.”

Nik's shoulders hunch up as he lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers tapping impatiently on the counter next to us. He looks around for a moment before grabbing his phone off the counter. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to peekat his phone, but he quickly backs up and begins furiously typing a message. “Nikolai?”

He finally looks up at me with narrowed eyes, his lips drawn into a tight line. “Nik,” he corrects me sharply.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. My heart pounds in my chest as Nik quickly moves to block me from view with his body. He opens the door and exchanges words with someone outside before turning back to face me, holding clothes in his hand that he received from one of the guards. His expression unreadable, he meets my gaze and says, “You’re coming with me.”

“The hell I am!” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.

Nik stalks closer to me, his nostrils flared as he tosses the clothes onto the counter next to me. “Either you get dressed and come with me willingly, or I drag you out of here naked and screaming while I shoot every man out there that lays an eye on you. Your choice.”

His eyes are now a piercing blue, and the mere thought of the potential bloodshed makes my chest tremble. A small part of me feels excited by the idea of Nik ruthlessly taking out anyone who sees me naked, but the rational side of me—the part that studied law and knows that impulsive behavior like this would make a great case for an insanity plea—makes my mouth go dry. I silently nod as I pull the cotton white t-shirt and gray sweats into my lap. The woodsy scent of Nik drifts off the clothes, and I turn to look at Nik with a smirk.

“What?” he interrogates me as his head lolls to the side.

“Of course you would wear gray sweatpants,” I comment, sliding his shirt over my head.

“I don’t normally hide the goods, but if you want me to, I will.” His smile is lazy, but his eyes are trained on me expectantly.

“Don’t tell me you let your addictions control your life,” I tease.

He doesn’t respond, just smiles to himself for a moment as I shimmy off the counter and grab the sweats. As I step into them, I can't help but think about everything Nik just said. He’s right—there’s something about him that has me entangled, something intoxicating.

I play with the string around the waist of the sweats and pull tight. Nik watches me closely, his eyes darkening as I struggle to adjust the sweats around my hips. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, finally meeting his gaze.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Because, Kotik, you are drowning in my sweats. It’s adorable.” Nik turns to leave the bathroom, and I stumble, following behind him out into the hallway as I slide my kitten heels on from the maid costume.

“Nik, where are you taking me?” I whisper-yell as the smooth jazz of Kimberly’s set flows across the club. When he rounds the corner into the main club, I grip his arm, attempting to pull him back, but it’s like the wind pushing against a mountain. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me where we’re going first.”

Nik turns around, shaking his head. His voice is a low, velvet growl as he says, “Sweetheart, you don’t have a choice.”

Fucking hell, despite my ass burning every time the fabric of his sweatpants touches my abused skin and my pussy sore from how roughly he fucked me only minutes ago, I still want him. My heart pounds in my chest as I look him over, trying tofind some annoyance or hatred deep within me, but I can’t. But as Nana Rose always said: fake it until you make it.

I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms again. “And you expect me to make it easy for you to drag me to your dungeon and be your little live-in sex slave with the rest of your women? No dice. I won’t do it.”

Nikolai gets in my face again. His features darken, illuminated by the flashes of white and pink light across his face, making him look dangerously beautiful. “I don’t have other women, Gwen. I only have you, and if I want you chained to my bed on the constant brink of orgasm, you will do it.”

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself because, fuck, that sounds amazing. “And why is that? Why do you just assume I’ll let you have me anyway you please?”

“Because I’m not bargaining with you anymore. You’re mine. You said it,” he growls, gripping my arm firmly.

“I said it with your dick balls-deep in me. That doesn’t count, Nik,” I counter, leaning into my right hip as I cock my head at him with a smirk.

“If I have to keep my dick in you for you to be mine, I’ll do it. If I have to keep you chained to my bed so you don’t go anywhere, I’ll do it. Fuck, if you need to be on your hands and knees with a fucking collar on, then just say the word,” he snarls, his voice low and commanding.

His jaw clicks under the light, nostrils flared as if he’s on his last nerve. And if I test it, if I keep trying to fight him, he’ll have me crawling after him like a fucking dog. I take a deep breath and bow my head as if in submission.

His hand flies across his face, and a breath I didn’t realize he was holding escapes his lips so quietly that if I wasn’t soattuned to every fiber of his being, I would have missed it. He caresses his hand down my face and threads his fingertips through the curls of my hair. As my eyes meet his, I gasp, “Nik.”

Nik bends down, his forehead resting gently against mine. “Let's go home, Gwen.”

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