Page 68 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

“Show me, Kotik,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Show me how we’re going to make our first born.”

I grip the base of his cock, and he lets out a sharp exhale. I rub the tip of him against my slit, right to my entrance, and without hesitation, I sink down on him. I throw my head back and forget to breathe as I fill myself with his cock, no reprieve or ease, just me plunging down and ripping a moan out of myself as his thick cock consumes me. “Shit,” I whine, shimmying myself down, making sure I don’t miss a single inch of him.

“Fucking hell,” Nik groans, his nails digging into my hips as he draws me closer adjusting the angle inside me so he is kissingmy G-spot like the fucking tease he is. “You’re going to be the death of me, Gwen.”

With my eyes hidden behind my curls, I lean forward. One hand digs its nails into his chest while the other grips the edge of the tub tightly. Even with bruises scattered across his body, he still looks like the Nik I fell in love with five years ago: his messy hair and lazy smile. I remember this exact position on a hotel floor when we couldn't make it back to bed. In a cruel twist of fate, I realize that this is probably the same position where Nik gave me Gio and Mia because when we're in this position, he hits that spot that makes my walls milk everything out of him.

“Remember this position, Nik,” I whisper, rocking my hips slightly.

“Kotik,” he hisses out his warning, but it’s too late. My breasts are in his face, and I am already grinding my hips up and slamming back down on his cock. “Shit.”

The water around us ripples with each movement, the sound of splashing and our moans almost musical in the quiet room. I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of Nik inside me, the way he fills me, constantly teasing my g-spot every time I slam back down onto his cock. His hand grips my ass, forcing me to keep him inside.

“Nik,” I whine, trying to shimmy up.

“Where are you going, Kotik?” He pushes my hips back down and thrusts into me. “Stay right here, so I fill you the fuck up.”

Nik's breath is hot against my ear as my body trembles as he holds onto my waist, pounding into me, and I obey his command not wanting to move in case I miss any of thispleasure. “Such a good fucking girl, Kotik. You want to be filled with my child, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I groan. Every time he bottoms out in me, my eyes see stars and my body tingles so much I barely feel his skin under my fingertips. “Please, Nik, please fill me up.”

“Fuck, dirty girl.” His hand trails down my back, gently caressing, drawing a line down my spine as he guides my movements. I rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, each movement more deliberate, more passionate than the last.

The sound of our bodies meeting is drowned out by the splashing water. My hands grip the sides of the tub, my fingers leaving imprints as I push myself harder onto Nik's cock.

“Yes, like that,” Nik encourages, his voice strained with effort. “Take me deeper, Gwen.”

As if responding to his command, I adjust my angle, allowing Nik to hit that sweet spot inside that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasp, my head falling back as I lose myself in the sensation.

Nik takes advantage of my exposed neck, peppering kisses along my skin, his teeth gently nipping at my flesh. I am on the edge, ready to jump over. Nik growls against my throat, “You are going to take all of me, understand?”

“Nik, I…" I start to say, my voice breaking as I tries to express the flood of emotions within me.

“Shh, Kotik.” Nik’s hand moves to cup my face, turning me to look at him. “You are going to make me a father, right now.”

The tears threaten to fall again, but before I spiral, Nik's pace quickens, his breaths coming faster as he nears his climax. I can feel it building within him, the tension coiling tighter andtighter until it explodes. I cling to him, my body tightening around his cock as I ride the wave of pleasure alongside him.

“Gwen, I'm…I'm close. Come with me.”

His fingers slide to my clit, and a whine leaves my throat as I grip both of his shoulders and match his thrust. “That’s it, Kotik, make me give you everything.”

My body rings with desperation as my movements become erratic, driven by instinct to make it over the edge, to let him become a father, again, and that thought to make Nik a father again causes the tears to finally fall, mixing with the lavender water around us, and my orgasm rips out of me, crashing over me like a tidal wave, covering my sobs in a moan.

With one final thrust, Nik spills himself inside me, his body shuddering with release.

I collapse on his chest, the water still sloshing around us as we catch our breath. Nik's arms wrap tightly around me, holding me close as if afraid I might slip away. “Kotik,” he whispers against my hair. “I love you too, and our future little juniors.”

I avert my gaze from him, and the tears stream down my face like rivers. I'm grateful that his chest is already wet, otherwise I might have spilled out my soul to Nik if he noticed the tears.

35

GWEN

Ihaven’t been alone in two weeks. Nik won’t let me. It’s either him, or an unnamed guard who isn’t allowed to smile at me let alone have a conversation, and forget about me dancing atJohanna’s.He closed it down until further notice, told everyone to look at it like an overly paid holiday, and believe me when I say he is overpaying everyone not to ask any questions.

I haven’t seen Taylor in a month now; he’s nervous and constantly texting me to send him pictures with newspapers with the date visible so he can make sure I am alive. He doesn’t trust Nik, and who can blame him?

Nik is essentially a ghost now. I only see him at night, when I am halfway asleep and he tells me that he just needs to hold me tonight. I don’t argue. I never argue with him anymore, because he is exhausted and has new bruises every time I see him. Besides, the guilt is killing me.

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