Page 14 of His Hold

I came here to end her. To take care of a loose end before it unraveled any further. But I can’t. Not when I want to rip that towel off and fuck her till she blacks out against this wall instead.

“I could kill you right now. One bullet, and it’s over.”

“Then do it.” She’s daring me, those pretty lips twisting into a grin that’s more reckless than brave. “You came here with a plan, didn’t you? So pull the trigger or get the hell out.”

“I think you’re confusing mercy with curiosity. Maybe I don’t want to kill you. Maybe I want to ruin you instead.”

Her mouth parts, but the words don’t come. She’s trying to hide her fear, but I can feel it.

“So fucking eager to play the martyr, but all I see is a little girl who wandered too far for her own good.”

“Or maybe it’s you who wandered into my trap,” she snaps back. “You’re the one with the gun, but I’m the one you can’t seem to leave alone.” Her tone’s wild, and it makes my blood boil with lust and rage.

I chortle. “Leave you alone? Sweetheart, I’m the nightmare you invited in.”

Her eyes narrow. “What do you want from me?”

You can’t go around breaking into women’s apartments while they’re in the shower, waving guns in their faces. That just makes you look like a fucking psychopath.”

“I am a psychopath, trust me.” It’s the curiosity and the intrigue. It’s why I still haven’t touched her yet; why she’s still breathing. Usually, the people I’ve come across are frightened of me, even the ones who I won’t even kill. They’re all afraid of me because they know me. My name brings fear even to the strongest men, but not to her. Watching her, it’s almost as though she’s unaffected by the gun and my presence in her home. It’s uncanny.

“And you’re loving it, aren’t you? The way I’ve got you pinned here. The thrill coursing through your veins, not knowing what happens next, but aching for it.”

She says nothing, but her breath quickens, betraying her.

“You aren’t afraid of me because you want me. Even if it’s going to be the thing that kills you, isn’t it?”

In a move that takes me completely by surprise, she takes off the towel and stands completely naked in front of me.

“I know you watched me at that strip club,” I tell herI know you watched me thrust in and out of her pussy; watched me pound into her, balls deep, relentless. And that turns you on, doesn’t it? That’s how you like it…you like it rough and hard.”Her body’s bare, skin flushed from the shower, nipples hard, pussy glistening with want. I freeze, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans, as she steps back, leaning against the wall, one leg propped up on a chair.

“Watch me, Nikolai,” she says, her voice a taunt, and slides her hand down, fingers plunging into her pussy, rough and fast, no hesitation. Her folds part, slick and swollen, her juices dripping onto her palm as she fucks herself, knuckles deep, her other hand pinching her nipple, twisting hard.

She moans, loud, unashamed, her pussy squelching with each thrust, cum leaking down her thigh, pooling on the floor. My mouth waters, fists clenching to keep from grabbing her, ripping her hand away to replace it with my dick.

“Like what you see?” she gasps, fingers slamming faster, her clit pulsing, her tits shaking with each rough jab. “Is this what you wanted to do to me?”

I’m rock hard, undone, her brazen pleasure a fire I can’t escape.

I’m on my knees before Katya, her pussy dripping inches from my face, her fingers still buried deep, slick with her cum as she pumps them rough and fast against the wall of her apartment. The sight of her—bare, flushed, unashamed—has my cock straining painfully in my jeans, a steel rod begging for release, but I’m locked on her, her juices glistening on her thigh, her clit swollen and pulsing.

Her moans fill the room, raw and needy, a siren’s call that drowns out the city night outside. We’re enemies, her trailing me over Irina’s disappearance, me breaking in to demand answers, yet here we are, caught in a fire neither of us can resist. She wants this, her body screams it, and I’m helpless to deny her, my hunger for her a beast I can’t chain.

“Keep watching, Nikolai,” she gasps, her voice a taunt, her fingers plunging deeper, cum dripping to the floor in a glistening pool. “See what you’re missing, Bratva king.”

I growl, low and hungry, my hands twitching to grab her, to claim what she’s teasing. “You think you’re in charge, malyshka?” I say, my tone thick with want, edged with the grit of the streets. “I’ll have you screaming my name before this night’s done.”

She laughs, a sultry sound that hits me like vodka, and pulls her fingers out, slick and shining, holding them up like a prize. “Screaming? You’ll have to earn it, pakhan. Show me what that mouth’s good for.”

Her challenge snaps my restraint, and I lean in, my hands bracing her legs apart, her pussy open and inviting, dripping with need.

“Earn it?” I murmur, my lips brushing her inner thigh, tasting her warmth. “I’ll fucking destroy you, Katya, until you’re begging for my cock.”

“Do it then,” she says, her voice bold and eager, her hand tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. “Eat me, Nikolai, make me cum like you mean it.”

I dive in, my tongue lashing her clit, hard and fast, sucking the swollen bud into my mouth, her taste exploding on my tongue—sweet, tangy, pure sin. She moans, loud and unrestrained, her legs trembling as I lick her folds, slurping her juices, my chin slick with her arousal.

“Fuck, yes,” she cries, grinding against my face, her pussy smearing me, her cum dripping down my neck. I plunge my tongue deep, fucking her with it, her walls clenching around me, gushing more as I lap her up, relentless, starving for every drop.

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