Page 39 of Bratva Baby

She gasps and pulls her mouth away. “Grigor, we can’t—not here.”

“Yes,” I growl. “We can.”

“People are—”

“Don’t worry about them.” I kiss her neck, biting the skin hard enough to leave a mark. “I don’t give a fuck about them. Right now, you’re mine, Seraphina. Only mine. And I’m going to make you come until you can’t think straight.”

Her eyes are half-lidded when she meets my gaze, and her lips are parted like the words are caught on her tongue. I kiss her again, swallowing any objections, and she gives in. Her fingers unbutton my jacket, and her hands snake beneath the fabric, tracing the contours of my chest and abs.

She’s hungry, and the feeling is mutual. There’s no point pretending otherwise.

My hand moves up, brushing her inner thigh again. This time, she doesn’t argue. She spreads her legs a little wider, giving me better access.

With her dress hitched around her hips, I can see her clearly. Lace panties that are soaked through. Long legs I’d like to wrap around my head.

Fuck, this woman.

I slip my finger beneath the thin fabric, teasing her clit and drawing a needy whimper from her lips. She’s wet, ready, and my cock throbs, already painfully hard.

“More,” she whispers.

“Ask nicely.”

“More,” she repeats, her tone bordering on a whine.

“Not what I’m looking for.”

“Fuck,” she mutters.

I pinch her clit, and she jerks. “Try again.”

She swallows. “Please, Grigor. More.”

“That’s better.”

I thrust a finger inside her, and her head falls back. She bites her lip to muffle her moan.

“Don’t be quiet,” I demand. “I want everyone out there to hear you. I want them to know what’s happening. That I’m making you come right now. In the middle of this party. That you’re mine, and I can have you whenever the fuck I want.”

She moans as her hips roll against my hand.

“Good girl,” I purr.

I add another finger and hook them, reaching deeper and finding the spot that makes her gasp. Her back arches and her legs tighten around my waist.

The sounds she makes are intoxicating. I don’t give a fuck if the whole goddamn city hears. They need to know that she’s mine.

When her fingers slide down my chest to find my belt buckle, I can’t think straight. All the blood in my body is rushing south, and I’m desperate to get my pants off. To free my cock and fuck her until she can’t remember anything but my name.

I help her with the zipper, and a moment later, her fingers are around my length. I groan, and my eyes nearly roll back at the feel of her delicate touch. She strokes me, and my control slips.

My free hand slides up her back, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging. Her head tips back, and her lips part, allowing my tongue to sweep inside. The kiss is a mess of teeth and tongue, and I don’t give a damn.

She strokes faster, and I pump my fingers inside her in time. It’s frantic, desperate, and my orgasm is already building, burning low in my gut.

Fuck, I need her. Now.

I pull my fingers out and push her hand away. Before she can react, I grab her hips and drag her to the edge of the counter, where I rip her panties off entirely and line myself up.

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