Page 4 of Bratva Knight

His deep, throaty chuckle made my pussy tingle. His hand caressed down the front of my body slowly and I arched forward, desperate for his touch. I’d dreamed of this moment so many times, it bordered on obsessive.

He gripped the fabric of my underwear and pulled back, letting it go with a snap. I yelped and he covered my mouth with his hand. “Shhh. You don’t want to wake anyone, do you?”

I shook my head, breathing heavily.

“That’s right. You’re going to be my good little girl right now, aren’t you, Tati?”

I nodded my head eagerly. My ability to speak was out, but I needed him to know that I would do whatever the fuck he asked, as long as he kept touching me.

“Good.” He kept one hand covering my mouth as he moved the other down my front slowly, torturously, with an agonisingly light touch that had me squirming. “I’ve been wondering how you taste.”

“You have?” I mumbled.

He nodded, his eyes piercing into mine. “Ever since I saw you in that little red dress. Do you remember that?”

How could I fucking forget? That was my nineteenth birthday. It was the first time I’d managed to get his attention. The first time he actuallylookedat me and saw me. I’d been riding high on cloud nine ever since.

“Should I find out? Hmm, Tati? Should I find out what you taste like?”

I tried not to seem too eager, but fuck I was. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand away from my mouth. “I think you should.”

“I think I should too.” His hand disappeared down the front of my underwear and I moaned when his finger lightly grazed my clit. He gave me a reprimanding look and I bit my lip to keep from making another sound.

God, his touch felt so good. So unbearably good.

He dipped his finger inside me. I panted, my hips swirling as pleasure shot up my spine. He pulled it out far too quickly and brought it up between our bodies. His eyes stayed plastered to mine as he sucked his finger into his mouth and released a deep, masculine groan.

“Perfect and sweet, just like I thought.”

Fuck. This.

I reared forward and slammed my lips to his, unable to hold back for one more second. He kissed me back eagerly, his tongue pushing into my mouth. He took control of the kiss quickly, holding my head tight in his hands, slanting it this way and that way to get better access. I moaned and he swallowed the sound before it could be heard by anyone else. He pushed up against me, smothering me against the wall, his hard body grinding into me.

Fuck, he felt amazing.

The sound of someone laughing had him ripping his mouth away with a snarl. His hand moved along the wall beside me and he pushed a button hidden under one of the light sconces. Then he was backing meintothe wall.

I had no idea what was going on. I was just along for the ride as he shoved me inside and the wall shifted back into place, leaving us locked in some sort of hidden passage. His hand was back, covering my mouth again as the voices got louder and louder.

Oh, god, we are so going to get caught.Why that turned me on, I had no idea.

I didn’t want to stop, didn’t want it to be the end. If this was the only moment we were going to share together, I was going to fucking remember it. And I was going to make sureheremembered it too.

I took his free hand and put it back where it had been a moment ago. His eyes darted down to me in surprise and his lips curved into a wicked, feral grin.

“That’s Drea.”

I shook my head, the memory that had just taken me over disappearing in an instant. Where the hell had that come from?

Nikolai was already moving towards the house, a frown set deep on his brows.

“Drea?” I questioned.

“She’s Aleksandr’s plaything.” Lukyan walked beside me, checking the chamber of his gun. “He’sveryprotective of her, so don’t try and sleep with her or anything.”

I chuckled. “Okay, then.”

When we finally made it inside, Drea was trying to drag one of the attackers into the next room. She was such a small little thing, barely five feet and covered head-to-toe in tattoos. She had a real punk-rock kind of vibe.

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