Page 57 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

A growl emanates from my chest, but she ignores it and laces her fingers with mine, pulling me toward the elevator.

“Let’s get this date started before you end it,” she says with a smirk, but there’s a glint in her eyes that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.

She guides me into the elevator, pressing the button for thelobby as the doors slide shut. But before they close completely, she leans in, her voice a sultry whisper. “You were right.”

I arch a brow, intrigued. “Right about what?”

She meets my gaze with a slow, seductive smile. “I saw it in your eyes when I was walking down the stairs. You don’t think I’m wearing any underwear right now.”

“And?” I snarl, keeping my eyes trained on the elevator doors slowly closing in front of us.

“And you would be right, Niky.” She leans up, her breath fluttering over my cheek and her breast grazing my arm as she playfully whispers. “I am totally commando.”

The doors close, and I’m hit with a wave of heat so intense it takes every ounce of willpower not to pin her against the wall and ruin her perfect lipstick. My fingers twitch at my sides, itching to tear that gown off her and claim what’s mine.

But tonight is about control—hers and mine. And I’ve never been more determined to show her who really runs this game.

“Gwen,” I murmur, looking down at her with the most casual gaze I can muster, the tension between us thickening with each breath. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Her eyes glitter with challenge as she leans back against the elevator wall. “Good. I love danger.”

Drivingwith Gwen beside me is an excruciating test of my self-control. Her movements are subtle yet deliberate—crossing her legs, shifting in her seat, every slight adjustment of her body only heightens my desire. Each time she shifts, her dress reveals just a hint more of her smoothskin, making it harder not to drag her home and hoard all of her beauty for myself.Fuckbuying this dress.

I white-knuckle the steering wheel as I drive. It’s all I can do not to pull over and claim her right there in the passenger seat of my Ferrari, but then we would have to have dinner with her looking freshly fucked, and I don’t know which is worse: her looking this good with or without my cum dripping down her thighs.

Tonight is about control. My control, and I can control myself around her, even if it’s sparingly.

As we enter the elegant lobby ofLe Bernardin, I place my hand against the small of Gwen’s exposed back. My lips twitch in satisfaction at the way she shivers at my touch. I guide her through the restaurant, where the opulent décor and dim lighting set the perfect mood.

The hostess’s smile widens as soon as she spots us. “Mr. Petrov,” she greets, her voice softening as she flutters her lashes. “Your table is ready. Right this way.”

I barely nod in acknowledgment, but I catch the way Gwen tenses beside me, her posture stiffening and her tongue running across her inner cheek. My Kotik, jealous? The idea sends a ripple of satisfaction through me. “Jealous, are we?” I whisper into her ear.

She scowls, burning holes in the back of the hostess’s head as she leads us through the dimly lit restaurant. Gwen’s gaze darts to the side, her jealous ebbing into discomfort, wary of the lingering stares we attract.

“Are people staring at me?” she asks, rubbing her forearm nervously.

I look around the restaurant, feeling my eyes become as black holes as I focus on one guy who is staring at Gwen so hard that his date hits him and walks away. He is lucky she got his attention before I did because I would have killed him for the heavy gaze he has on my girl. “Do you want me to make them stop? I’ll give you their irises as a gift.”

“You’re jealous.” She snorts, throwing my words back at me as blush rushes to the apples of her cheeks. “It’s okay if they look, as long as they don’t touch.”

My body bristles at the thought. “It is not okay that they look, but trust me, I’d be dead long before anyone got close enough to breathe the same air as you, let alone touch you.”

I slide my hand down her exposed back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake, and draw small circles along her spine, my lips gently leaning in to kiss her temple. She whimpers quietly, and a warmth bursts in my chest.

When we reach our secluded table, draped in crisp white linen and surrounded by the glow of candlelight, I pull out Gwen’s chair for her. “Relax, kotik,” I murmur, my fingertips running back up her spine as she sits. I lean in close, whispering in her ear, “You are mine, and I will always protect you.”

Her eyes meet mine, softened by a hint of vulnerability that she quickly masks with a small, playful smirk.

Gwen gracefully lowers herself into her chair, the slit of her dress parting just enough to tease. My gaze lingers on her, the urge to take her right here almost overwhelming, but instead, I unbutton my jacket and slide into the seat across from her.

With the combination of the male gazes I feel trained on the body that belongs to me and the fact that Gwen’s dress has my imaginationrunning fucking wild, I immediately regret not buying out the entire place. Here I thought we could have a normal date that doesn’t end in me giving her another finger for her collection.

I keep my eyes on Gwen as I speak. “We’ll start with a bottle of F. Raveneau Les Clos 2015 Chablis, and for appetizers, we’ll have the Montauk shrimp and the oyster-uni.”

Gwen raises an eyebrow, looking between the hostess and me as she whispers her protests, “Nik, I haven’t even looked at the menu yet.”

I give her a roguish wink, my confidence unwavering. “I like you too much and know you too well to let you order for yourself.”

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