Page 61 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

I feel Nik's cool hand on my thigh under the table, his fingers tracing slow circles that send waves of goosebumps across my skin. The restaurant buzzes around us, the clink of cutlery and murmur of conversations filling the air, but all I can focus on is the cooling nature of his touch.

“Watching you swallow, Gwen, has to be the sexiest thing in the world,” he murmurs, his voice low enough to avoid detection but filled with intent. His fingers inch higher, brushing against my slickness running down my thighs.

I bite my lip, trying to maintain a polite face, instead of showing the tiny tremors his touch releases up my body. “Nik, I swallow every second of every day.” My voice comes out breathy as my thighs fall open for him under the table

“I know,” he growls, the rasp in his voice rolling across my neck. “You love to torture me, don’t you, Kotik?”

His hand runs across my lower lip, and a small whimper escapes me. His satisfied grin kisses my cheek as the waiter approaches with our entrees.

Nik pulls back, watching me as the waiter sets down our plates, the rich aroma of steak and roasted vegetables filling the air. “Enjoy your meal,” he says before moving on.

Nik whispers, his other hand reaching out to toy with the stem of his wine glass, "Focus on me."

I try to comply, leaning back in my chair as his fingers work their magic. The world narrows down to the sensations he's creating, each stroke building the pressure inside me. I can feel myself growing wetter, my body betraying me as it responds to his skilled touch.

“That's it,” he encourages, his voice a seductive purr. "Let go for me, Gwen."

My resolve wavers, the pleasure overwhelming as he quickens his pace. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lips so hard, I can feel the copper in my mouth as I fight against the urge to moan aloud. The restaurant noise fades into the background, replaced by the sound of my own ragged breathing.

“Look at me,” Nik demands, his fingers speeding up slightly.

I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. “Tell me you're mine,” he breathes, his fingers resuming their rhythmic motion.

The words stick in my throat, pride warring with the pleasure coursing through me. I shake my head slightly, unable to form the words just yet.

Nik smirks, clicking his tongue as he pushes pressure on my clit. “Stubborn until the end, aren't you?” He leans closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t worry, Gwen. I am going to make you say it soon, I promise you that.”

His confidence is intoxicating, his fingers relentless as they push me closer to the edge. I grip the tablecloth, my body trembling with the effort to stay silent. The pleasure builds, wave after wave crashing over me, threatening to consume me entirely.

“Almost there,” Nik murmurs, sensing my impending release. “Just a little more, Kotik.”

I arch my back, a soft gasp escaping my lips as the first tendrils of climax begin to weave their way through me. The intensity grows, his fingers working in perfect sync with my body's demands. I feel myself teetering on the brink, the world dissolving into a haze of the sensations he gives me.

“That's it,” he coaxes, his voice a soothing balm amidst the storm. “Give in to me, Gwen.”

With a final, desperate surge, I surrender, my body convulsing as the orgasm rips through me. I bite down hard on my lip to stifle a cry, my hands gripping the table so tightly my knuckles turn white.

Nik withdraws his hand slowly, watching me with a satisfied smile as he pushes his two fingers covered in my release inside of my mouth, and I suck on the tips greedily. “I win,” he declares softly, pulling his fingers out of my mouth with a slow pop.

“Well, Gwen?” Nik prompts, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “What do you say?”

I swallow hard, meeting his gaze with a mix of defiance and resignation. “I…I'm yours,” I whisper. Nik's groan makes the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention, as if I inherently know badly I have fucked up.

His hand reaching out to cup my cheek tenderly. "Good girl," he praises, his voice thick with emotion. "Now, let's enjoy our meal, hmm?"

I grab my fork and nod numbly, submitting to my rightful place.

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NIKOLAI

Fuck.I want to make her say it again.I’m yours.

I watch as Gwen takes another fork full of the chocolate tart, her eyes avoiding me as she swallows the dessert. I lean in again, murmuring, “Say it again.”

Her back stiffens, but she covers up her tense body movement with an exaggerated eye roll of fake annoyance. My voice drips heavily in her ear. “Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me.” She sucks in a sharp breath. “Now, say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers.

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