Page 22 of Bratva Knight

I sighed as he crumbled to the ground, blood trailing down the wall. “I told you to run,” I said, staring down at him crying on the grass.

“Don’t fucking talk to him,” Nikolai growled, picking him up by the back of his shirt. He pulled out a knife and held it to his throat.

“Nikolai, don’t. You’ll just—”

He plunged the knife up Emilio’s chin, killing him without a moment’s hesitation.

“—cause problems,” I huffed out, shaking my head.

He’d just killed a Cosa Nostra soldier in the house of the guy’s Don. Things were already tense between them and us. This would just cause more problems when people found out.

“Goddamn it, Nicky. You need to get that jealous temper of yours under control.”

Nikolai picked up Emiliano’s lifeless body and threw him to the side like he was a piece of trash. Then he was right up against me, his body flush with mine.

I gasped at the feel of him, my mind going blank. He stared down at me, positively brimming with rage.

“Did he kiss those lips?” Nikolai whispered darkly, gripping my chin.

My heart slammed in my chest, my body on fire. It had been nearly two years since he touched me like this, and it felt just as amazing as it did the very first time.

“Answer me, love.” He leant closer, his voice skating over my skin. “Did you let him kiss you?”

“No,” I swallowed. I was incapable of resisting him when he was this close, when I could feel his body pressed against mine. When I could breathe in the intoxicating scent of his cologne, mixed with his alluring natural scent. It made it so easy to forget all the bad shit that's happened between us.

Nikolai’s mesmerising blue eyes trailed over my bare arms. “But you let him touch you, didn’t you?”

I rolled my eyes. “You seem to be forgetting one very important piece of information here, Nicky. It’s none of your business if he touched me, if he kissed me. I can do whatever I want. Fuck whoever I want. So, why don’t you take this right here”—I held up my middle finger—“and go fuck yourself?” I asked, smiling sweetly.

His gaze flicked to my hand and back to my face quickly. He moved with a deadly calm, wrapping his fingers around mine. The skin-to-skin contact was electrifying.

“Wha-what are you doing?” I shuddered as he slowly brought my hand down my body and between my legs. The way his hand was wrapped around mine prevented me from lowering my middle finger.

“You think I’m just going to accept that bratty attitude of yours, Tatiana?” he rumbled, his other hand brushing the inside of my thigh.

Anticipation zinged up my spine. My eyes darted around our surroundings, the music and laughter from the party floating in the air. We were completely out in the open. Anyone could come walking around the side of the house and catch us.

“You’re going to stand here and fuck yourself with that finger you so rudely aimed my way,” he said huskily, staring deeply into my eyes.

I swear to God, I had to bite my lip to stop from whimpering. I couldn’t even put into words how good it felt having him so close, what his touch did to me.

“Nikolai,” I glanced from side to side, breathing heavily. “Someone could see.”

He chuckled darkly. “But you like that, don’t you, love? You like knowing we could be caught at any moment.” He hooked his fingers around my underwear and pulled them to the side, freeing my pussy. “The idea of someone stumbling onto us, seeing you at my mercy. It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t bother answering because he knew I liked it. I did not by any means want to actually be caught. But theideaof it?

Yeah, it was thrilling as hell.

He brushed my own finger over my clit, making me gasp.

“Tell me what you feel,” he breathed against the side of my neck. “Are you wet for me, my Tati?”

There was no fucking way I could hold in the whimper that time. I had over six-and-a-half feet of pure muscle pressing me into the wall, whispering filthy things in my ear.

I was goddamn helpless, and he knew it.

“Yes,” I panted, swivelling my hips slightly, trying to increase the pressure. It might have been my own finger that was giving me pleasure, but Nikolai was the one controlling it. Deciding where it was going, whether it was a light or a hard touch.

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