Page 60 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

“If I win,” she whispers, “I’ll tell you.”

She looks up at me with demure eyes, and I can see something dark, maybe even fearful cross over her hazel eyes. I lean forward, searching her gaze. “Gwen, are you in trouble?”

She looks away from me immediately, sharply biting the middle of her bottom lip before looking back at me. “Lose if you want to know,” she whispers, and I lean back in my chair with narrowed eyes.

If I win, I’ll have her, but she will still be at this distance. She will always be a flight risk, because I might never know what makes her run. If I lose, I’ll have her secrets, but from the way she avoids my gaze, I can feel in my bones that I won’t have her anymore.

This is a lose-lose situation, but lucky for her, my odds still give me a piece of her, even if they are crumbs. I’ll collect every drop she will give me willingly. Reaching my hand across the table, I give her a dazzling smile. “Deal.”

She places her small hand in mine, giving me a firm shake, the word coming out of her mouth so quietly I almost miss it. “Deal.”

30

GWEN

We just made a deal. A fucking lose-lose deal. My hand stings in Nik’s hand, his palm eclipsing mine with his coolness, easing my heat.

Nik stares at me as if in both options he wins something worth less than what he’ll lose. It’s the same look my opponents during debates in law school used to give me -- hopefully hopeless, full of contradiction.

This whole deal is that reckless kind of false hope. On one hand, I need that money. It’s a sliver of hope I am desperately holding on to. If I get all the money I need, plus some for interest, Mason will accept defeat and let me go. It’s the only leverage I have left to keep Nik and I’s kids safe.

If I win, I get to be free of the burden of keeping Nik in the dark about his children. I should feel relieved, but instead, dread coils tightly in my gut. Because I know what’s at stake. If I let him in, if I tell him about the danger I am in and the kids, he may never forgive me for hiding his children from him and putting them in danger.

For a brief moment, I almost tell him. I almost spill everything about Mason, the kids, the money. I don’t know Nik to be forgiving, even if he is kind to me, and the fear that I crossed the line, one I can never recover from, forces me deeper into my silence, and instead I made a deal that only divine intervention could keep me from losing.

To not be able to cum, with this man so close to me, would be the will of some higher power, and how could I refuse the intervention of a deity bigger than me? I would have to tell him, even if I know he would hate me.

Nik shifts his seat closer to me, his back blocking me off from the rest of the restaurant, and a devilish smirk on his lips. His lips curve into a sly smile. He plucks an oyster from the tray between us and brings it to his lips. I can't help but follow his movements as he slurps the shellfish down, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. A low groan of satisfaction rolls over his throat. My heart races at the sight.

My gaze follows his fingers as he sets down the empty shell and turns his gaze back to me, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Your turn," he says huskily, picking up another oyster with his fingers and holding it idly in his hand.

I turn my head, looking at the brown paneling against the wall, trying to avoid his gaze. “I’ve never had an oyster before,” I whisper.

He leans in closer, gently cupping my chin as he pulls my gaze back to his. "Want me to show you how it's done?" he murmurs, his voice low as his breath tickles my lips.

Without waiting for an answer, he picks up another oyster, holding it up between us.

I can feel my body burn as I watch him guide the shellfish to his lips once more. He pauses, looking at me with a playful glint in his eye before slowly sliding the oyster into his mouth. The way his lips close around it forces me to squeeze my thighs close as my bare pussy slicks itself with desire.Goddamn traitor.

"Eating an oyster is all about the swallow.” Nik’s gaze stays locked on mine, his smirk deepening as he notices my reaction. The heat in the air is palpable as he leans in closer, the space between us shrinking until I can feel the warmth radiating off him.

“No chewing,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a velvet purr. His thumb traces my lower lip, drawing a shaky breath from my lips. “You just need to relax and let it slide right down your throat.”

My breath hitches as he brings the oyster closer to my mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. The cool shell brushes my lips, as he instructs me. “You'll want to gently twist the oyster between your fingers, so that the hinge of the shell pops open. Be careful not to cut yourself on the small tip of the shell.”

I hesitate, biting my lip nervously. But before I can overthink it, Nik tilts the shell just enough for the oyster to glide onto my tongue with a slick flick of his wrist.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his eyes darkening as I close my lips around the briny flesh. His hand lingers at my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek as I swallow. The rich, salty flavor fills my senses, but it’s the way he watches me—like I’m the most enticing thing in the world—that has my heart pounding.

He leans even closer, his breath hot against my ear. “How does it feel, Kotik? You like it?”

A soft hum escapes me as I nod, the sensuality of the moment making it impossible to think straight. Nik’s fingers stay at my jaw, guiding me gently as I follow his lead.

“Now tell me,” he says, his tone husky as his thumb traces the line of my jaw, “you’re soaked between those thighs, aren’t you?”

I bite my lip, trying to compose myself, but the rush of heat pooling low in my belly is impossible to ignore. “Maybe a little,” I manage, my voice breathless.

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