Page 50 of Stolen By The Bratva King

“If you let my desire out of its cage, I can’t be sure how it’ll go down,” he says. “The intensity of my feelings scares me, and if I don’t have to hold back anymore, I won’t.”

I stare, astonished. That feeling of power is back, and I’m shaking with arousal.

If I say no, we will never get back to this. Leon and I are as exposed as we’ll ever be; if I back away, he will retreat into himself and never let me in again.

I hold his deep brown eyes and hear my own voice.

“I want this,” I whisper.

Leon lunges for me without warning, swooping his head beneath my arm. My feet leave the ground, my hair hanging down his back as he settles me on his shoulder in a fireman’s lift.

“I’m too heavy,” I cry, and he slaps my ass hard, the cracking sound arriving a second before the sharp pain.

“Ow!”

“You are not too heavy forme,moya zhena.” He sets off toward his bedroom. “I don’t want to hear that shit ever again, you understand?”

He kicks open the door and drops me face-first onto his California king. Before I can roll, he’s astride me, tugging my hemline up over my hips.

“Such a big beautiful ass,” he says. He cups my generous buttocks and jiggles them, a growl escaping him as he enjoys the view.

“What the fuck isthatyou’re wearing?” he asks as he unzips my dress.

I groan into the mattress, mortified.

“Spanx,” I say. “Shapewear panties.”

He responds by unrolling the Spanx until they’re at my ankles, then removing them.

As soon as I’m back in position, he slaps my butt firmly with both hands, the pain relieved instantly by his warm fingertips as they knead the flesh.

“You were trying to hide your hot little belly pooch?” he asks incredulously. “Why? It’s fucking sexy. Never squeeze your body into that shit, or wear clothes that hide it,val’kiriya. I want every luscious inch of you, just as you are.”

I want to take a moment to revel in that concept. Imagine—a man who overlooks all the super-model skinny women because he’s got a thing for my FUPA and dimply ass. Is he forreal?

Rustling sounds behind me, and I realize Leon’s getting naked. I turn to look at him, stunned anew by his rippled abdomen and thick, corded thighs.

His cock is already semi-erect, swinging as he moves, and my nerves return with a vengeance.

Okay, so I know from blowing him that it’s not so much super-long as it is girthy. And so…I wanna say textured? All thick veins and velvet-soft skin.

Despite my trepidation, my pussy has no such reservations and rewards my ogling with a gush of juice.

Leon pulls me up onto all fours and gives a throaty chuckle, kneeling on the floor behind me.

“You’re so pretty,moya zhena,” he says. “Wet and glistening, like honey. Your tight little hole is aching for me, isn’t it? You can tell me the truth.”

“I’m scared. What if it doesn’t fit?”

“Emery, baby.” He licks my taint, a quick pass, but it makes me gasp. “I’ll make it fit, I promise, even if I have to take all night opening you up.”

He eases two fingers inside me, just to the first knuckle, and the pressure feels fantastic. I drop my head down, my ass high in the air, and groan into my arm.

“That’s it,” Leon soothes, working his fingers deeper. “Have you fucked yourself, Emery? Got a favorite dildo hidden under your bed?”

“I used to,” I say, my words uneven as he flexes, stretching my inner walls. “Dante found it and went crazy, made me throw it out.”

“What an insecure idiot. I’ll buy you another. I’d love to stuff something in your asshole while I rail you, too, but one step at a time.”

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