Page 6 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

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GWEN

Nik bought out an Italian restaurant in town. ThebestItalian restaurant in town. This guy is rich, and I mean stupid rich. I mean so rich that the only other person in this restaurant is our waiter and the chef who both jump at the slightest movement from Nikolai.

I mean I should have known from the Rolls Royce or the fact that this guy sits in front of me in an Armani suit tailored to perfection over his muscular body, and despite the smooth, velvety rumble of his Russian accent, he speaks Italian to all the staff. He doesn’t let me order; instead, he tells me he knows what I would like as if he didn’t meet me yesterday. So hot, dominant, multilingual, rich guy casually takes me out to dinner.Great.

I twist in my seat in my dress drop shipped from Amazon and nibble on my bottom lip.

The waiter takes away our second course; Nik leans forward, placing both elbows on the table, his right fist in his left open palm, raising an eyebrow. “Kotik, what’s wrong?”

I clear my throat. “Nothing, I-I just-” I point to the room around us. “I wasn’t expecting all of this for a first date. What are you going to do for our second? Fly me to Mars?”

“No, but what do you think about Rome?” He reaches to grab my hand, but I pull back.

I scoff, “I was joking.”

“I wasn’t.” He fixes the napkin on his lap, and I lean forward, splaying my fingertips in the middle of the table.

“Nikolai-”

“Nik,” he corrects, and the firmness of his correction makes me swallow and cross my legs from the heat.

“Nik, this is insane. Are you a secret billionaire?” I whisper, looking around.

He laughs, leaning forward and lowering his voice. “Something like that.”

“You’re either from old money, a tycoon, Jeff Bezos’s secret child, or a criminal.” I cross my arms under my breast. His eyes flicker to them, dazed with lust and sin. I flick my wrist, gesturing to the table, my mind running with the possibilities of this man. “Which is it?”

“Kotik-”

“What does that even mean?” I snap at how he purrs the name as if to distract me, and boy, he could distract me if he wanted.

“Little cat.” His lips spread in amusement. I rub my thighs together, looking around.

“You think of me as a cat?” He leans forward, his hand gripping the seat of my chair, as he pulls me closer to him. My eyes flutter at the invasion of his fresh rain scent, and he groans.

“Ithink of you always, ever since I last saw you.”

The smooth caress of his voice makes me cross my thighs tighter, and he growls in my ear.

“Why are you fidgeting so much, Kotik?” His fingers trail from my calf, over my knee, and along the outer thigh of my crossed leg. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

I do not dare look at him; instead, I shake my head no. “Use your words.”

“No,” I gasp. Nik grips my dress in his fist, a smile spreading on his lips. I don’t have to look at him to feel the curve of his smile against the shell of my ear.

“Good girl.” My breath catches in my throat. Nik pulls the dress up slowly, allowing his breath to feather over my heating skin. “Now, explain why you fidget in your seat so much?”

“I was not fidgeting in my seat,” I whisper breathlessly. Nik tsks at me, tightly gripping my exposed thigh.

“Liar.” I twist to look at him but freeze once his fingertips start to caress my inner thigh, closer and closer to my core. I shift in my seat, my eyes darting around nervously as I try to pull at the hem of my dress, but Nikolai lightly smacks my hand away, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches me.

“Nik, what if the staff see us?” My voice is more breathy than I intended. I swivel my head to look around the restaurant again; Nik pinches my chin and makes me look at him.

"Relax, Gwen," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "No one's going to notice."

I bite my lip, heat running up my neck and blossoming over my cheeks. "But what if they do?"

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