Page 23 of Bratva Knight

“How does my pussy feel, hmm?” he purred, pushing my finger through my folds. He stopped at my entrance, not letting me go any further. “I haven’t touched her in so long,” he practically whined. “I miss her.” He bit down on my neck and I groaned. “Does she miss me?”

“Let me stick my finger in and I’ll tell you.”

He leant back slightly, smirking down at me. There was a sinful look in his eyes, one that made my pulse fucking skyrocket.

He pushed my hand forward and my finger slipped right in, a moan falling from my lips. He pressed deeper and deeper, unwrapping his hand from mine as he went until my middle finger was knuckle-deep in my pussy. His grip moved to my palm, tight and restricting, not allowing me an inch to play with. I could still move my finger back and forth, but it wasn’t enough to get me to come.

And Nikolai knew it.

He knew I needed more, andIknew I wouldn’t get it until I gave him the answer he was looking for.

Stubborn, big-headed—

“Your pussy misses you,” I whispered.

He gave me a feral smile, one of pure, male satisfaction. He began moving my hand, manipulating it in a way that had my back arching from the pleasure. I moaned his name.

Nikolai watched me with hooded eyes, his arm disappearing under my sundress, along with mine.

“More, Nikolai, more,” I begged, completely lost in the moment, rolling my hips.

“Do you want my fingers, love? You need me to help?”

“Yes. Yes.”

He lowered his head, running his tongue over my bottom lip. “You know what I want to hear.”

I whimpered, my legs shaking. It had been so long since I’d come by someone else’s hand, so long since someone other than myself had given me pleasure. After what happened between us, I’d told myself time and time again that I’d never fall under his spell again. That we were done. Ancient history.

“I belong to you.”

Dark possessiveness shone in his eyes. His grip on my hand loosened, but when I tried to pull my finger from my pussy, he stopped me. I was about to yell at him, the word ‘asshole’ literally on the tip of my tongue. It vanished the moment I felt his finger slip inside me, right next to my own. We both groaned. Nikolai moved closer, his cock digging into my hip. It made the whole thing even hotter. Feeling how hard he was, knowing it was all because of me, was fucking exhilarating. Even after all those years.

“You’re so wet, baby. God, I’ve missed this. I missed your greedy pussy sucking me in.” He kept his touch light but firm. Exactly the way I liked it. Excitement burned in my veins. I moaned as the pressure between my legs built higher and higher, my orgasm approaching fast.

“I love that fucking sound,” Nikolai grunted, increasing the pace. “You better hurry, love. I think I hear someone coming. Unless, youwantthem to see you come all over my fingers? Is that what you want? Hmm?” He slipped another finger inside me and I cried out, gripping his shoulder and holding onto him as I bared down.

“Fuck, Nikolai,” I panted heavily, grinding against our hands.

I was going to come. It was right there. I could feel it inching closer and closer. The combination of his words, his scent, his touch, the prospect of someone catching us…it was all too much.

Fuck. Fuck.

Nikolai slammed his lips to mine to smother my cry as white-hot, blistering pleasure exploded inside me, spreading through me like a rushing wave. The feel and taste of his tongue in my mouth heightened everything. He kissed me sensually, slow and deep as he pumped our fingers in and out a few more times before pulling them out completely.

My head fell forward, resting against his chest as I tried to catch my breath. God, Nikolai gave the best orgasms. Without a shadow of a doubt. It was partly his skills, but a lot of it was justhim. The way he knew me better than anyone. He knew exactly what I liked.

Taking a small step back, Nikolai brought our hands up between us, our fingers glistening from my orgasm. Hunger burned in his eyes. He stared at my wetness like a man starved, desperate to taste. His eyes locked onto mine, the intensity in his gaze hot enough to sear me as he slowly sucked our fingers into his mouth. My breath hitched.

He groaned, long and low, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Oh, fuckkkk,” he dragged out, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder and harder, like he was trying to get every drop of me. There was something so fucking hot about a man who loved how you tasted. Who couldn’t get enough of it. Who—

“I’m telling you, man, getting a finger in your ass actually feels pretty good.”

I stiffened when Lukyan rounded the corner, one of Illayana’s guards, Christian or Luca (I could never tell which one was which) at his side.

They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw us; me pressed up against the wall, Nikolai with both of our fingers in his mouth.

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