Page 50 of Bratva Knight

I gathered up the cards and shuffled them, all while Nikolai continued to taste my wetness with his finger like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever had before. The more he did it, the more turned on I got.

He’d better hope I lose this round, because I am going to make himsuffer.

I dealt the hand. We dumped the cards we didn’t want and I gave the replacements. We placed our bets. My shirt against his pants.

He won and I smashed my fist down on the table.

I said I wasn’t abigsore loser, not that I wasn’t one.

After whipping off my shirt, I sat there in all my naked glory. Well, except for the pair of fluffy socks on my feet. His tongue ran over his lips as he stared at my breasts. My nipples hardened under his gaze.

“Do something you’ve been holding back from doing,” he said, voice low.

I frowned.Something I’ve been holding back from doing?

The look on his face taunted me to do something daring, and I was never one to back down from a dare. There was one thing I’d been dying to do since the moment he’d taken off his shirt, and now I could do it under the preface of a dare.

Win fucking win.

I scooted to the edge of the table and pushed off, standing in between his legs. He watched me like I was the only person in his world. The hottest, most sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. It set my insides on fire.

His gaze trailed over every inch of my skin. Slowly. Methodically. Admiringly. With every shred of his focus. A level five earthquake couldn’t shake his focus right now.

My hands moved, gripping his muscular thighs as I lowered myself down to my knees. His nostrils flared, his body staying as still as a statue. Anticipation shone in his darkened eyes. I dragged the moment out a little, letting that anticipation build higher and higher until he started to squirm, eager to find out what the fuck I was going to do.

A smirk on my face, I leant forward and ran my tongue through his chiselled abs and up his herculean chest. He groaned, his head tipping back as I continued going up and up, dragging my tongue up the middle of his throat and flicking it over his chin. Nikolai breathed hard, his body trembling underneath me. The fact that I could affect him so much to the point where he was literally shaking made me feel so fucking powerful.

We were face to face, our lips barely an inch away from each other. Our gazes were locked, so focused on one another, like we were the only two people in the world.

I felt like I could stay like that forever, lost in his smouldering blue eyes. Time seemed to stand still, and I never wanted it to end.

“Is it my deal, or yours? I honestly can’t remember,” he breathed heavily, staring at my mouth.

I smirked. “Yours.” I straightened my spine, standing tall and his eyes snapped to my breasts, suddenly directly in front of him.

“This game is going to kill me,” he choked out, licking his lips like he wished they were my nipples.

My smirk turned into a full-blown smile. “Not yet. We’re not done.” I dragged my fingers over his hard chest as I turned around and went back to my chair, sitting down.

Nikolai cleared his throat, trying to adjust himself discreetly before reaching for the cards. Despite the uncomfortable look on his face, I could see his mood had improved. I was so fucking glad for it.

I couldn’t even describe the feeling that washed over me when I saw how tense he was, staring at his laptop as if it held all the answers to his problems. I knew how stressed he was. How hopeless he felt about not being able to find his father. All I wanted to do was make him feel better. To take him out of that dark place in his mind and pull him some place lighter. Just because he wasn’t there for me when I needed him the most, didn’t mean I wouldn’t be there for him whenheneededme.

I would do anything to ease the emotional suffering he was going through then and there. Even put myself in a position I knew I’d probably regret later.

He dealt out the next hand. I picked up my cards, excitement flooding my veins when I saw them. Nikolai was great at picking up my tells, so I tried as hard as I could to remain nonchalant so he wouldn’t pick anything up.

“Last bet,” he said, dealing out the replacement cards. He only had his pants and underwear left, and I was naked except for the socks on my feet.

The stripping part was only a precursor, a stepping stone before therealfun began.

The dares.

We still played even when we both ran out of clothes. The object of the game was to make the other person snap. Lose their control. I was the reigning champion, and that was quite simply because I knew exactly what it took to make Nikolai break.

I flipped my cards first. Royal flush. Nikolai’s brows raised in slight surprise. He didn’t even bother showing me his hand, knowing damn well he couldn’t beat it.

He got to his feet and removed his sweats, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs. His thighs were mountainous; huge and overflowing with muscle. The nickname “Thunder Thighs” suited him well (I should know, I came up with it).

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