Page 15 of His Hold

“You taste like heaven, printsessa,” I say, pulling back to kiss her clit, teasing it with my teeth, gentle but firm. “This pussy’s mine tonight, enemy or not.”

“Yours?” she pants, her grip tightening in my hair, urging me on. “Prove it, volchok. Make me forget we’re at war.”

I growl again, diving back in, my tongue circling her clit, flicking it fast, then sucking hard, her moans rising, echoing off the walls. Her cum floods my mouth, a river I drink greedily, my lips working her folds, kissing every inch, her pussy pulsing with each lick. I spread her wider, my hands firm on her thighs, and trail my tongue lower, teasing the tight ring of her ass, her body jolting at the touch.

“Oh, God, Nikolai,” she gasps, no fear, just want, her voice thick with pleasure. “There, yes, don’t stop.”

“You like that, malyshka?” I say, my tongue circling her asshole, slow and deliberate, tasting her musk, earthy and intoxicating. “You’re filthier than I dreamed, begging for my mouth everywhere.”

“Begging?” she laughs, breathless, pushing back against me, her ass opening for my tongue. “I’m commanding, pakhan. Give me more, or I’ll find someone else who will.”

I chuckle, the sound muffled as I plunge my tongue into her ass, fucking it deep, her hole tight and warm, clenching around me as she moans, her pussy dripping onto my chin.

“No one else, Katya,” I say, pulling back to kiss her ass cheeks, nipping the soft flesh. “This is mine, every fucking inch, and I’m not sharing.”

“Then claim it,” she says, her voice a dare, her body trembling with need, her pussy and ass offered up like a feast. “Show me what a Bratva beast can do.”

I dive back in, my tongue alternating between her pussy and ass, licking her clit, then plunging into her asshole, back and forth, a rhythm that drives her wild. Her cum soaks my face, dripping down my jaw, pooling on the floor as I suck her clit hard, my tongue flicking fast, then thrust into her ass again, deep and slow, her moans a symphony of lust.

“Fuck, Nikolai, you’re good,” she cries, her legs shaking, her hands clawing my scalp, pulling me tighter. “Keep going, make me cum, I need it.”

“You’ll cum when I say,” I say, my lips on her pussy, sucking her folds, my tongue teasing her clit with quick, sharp licks. “This pussy, this ass—they answer to me tonight, printsessa.”

“Please,” she moans, no shame, just raw desire, her body rocking against my mouth, chasing release. “I want it, Nikolai, give it to me, now.”

Her plea fuels me, and I double down, my tongue fucking her pussy deep, lapping her walls, her cum flooding my mouth as I suck her clit, hard and relentless. I slide back to her ass, my tongue plunging in, circling her tight hole, her body shuddering with each thrust.

“Cum for me, malyshka,” I say, my lips brushing her clit, kissing it softly, then sucking hard. “Let go, give me everything.”

She screams, her pussy clenching, gushing cum onto my face, her ass pulsing around my tongue as her orgasm rips through her, her juices spilling down my chin, soaking my shirt, dripping to the floor in a messy flood.

“Nikolai, fuck, yes,” she cries, her body trembling, her hands gripping my hair, holding me there as she rides the wave, her cum coating me, marking me as hers, even if we’re enemies.

I keep licking, slower now, savoring her pussy, her ass, kissing her clit, her hole, drawing out every shudder, every moan, her pleasure my only focus.

“This pussy, this ass—I could eat you for days.”

She laughs, breathless, sagging against the wall, her legs weak but her eyes alive, sparkling with want.

“Days? Careful, volchok, I might hold you to that,” she says, her voice teasing, but there’s warmth there, a crack in our war.

I kiss her pussy one last time, soft and lingering, then rise, my cock aching, but I don’t push for more—she’s given enough, and I’m not here to take what she doesn’t offer freely.

“You’re trouble, printsessa,” I say, standing close, her cum still slick on my face, her scent all over me. “But fuck, I like trouble.”

She grins, leaning in, her lips brushing my jaw, tasting herself on me. “Trouble likes you too, Nikolai. Even if you’re the enemy, you’ve got a mouth that could start a revolution.”

I laugh, stepping back, my dick screaming for relief, but I keep control, the Bratva in me knowing when to pull back. “Revolution, huh? Keep that fire, malyshka, but don’t think this changes anything. You’re still the person who tried to follow me around.”

“Likewise,” she says, her gaze sharp but playful, her body still flushed, open, inviting despite our divide. “But I’ll take this ceasefire, pakhan, long as you keep delivering.”

“But watch your step, Katya. Next time, I might not kneel. “You want to look for your sister? Go right ahead, but I have nothing to do with her.” My voice drops. “So stay out of my way. This is your only warning, Katya.”

She laughs, bold and free, her voice chasing me out. “Next time, I might make you beg, Nikolai.”

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I drop into the driver's seat of my car, my knuckles white against the leather steering wheel. Fuck. The image of her naked body burns in my mind, a torment I didn't ask for. She trembled under my touch, fear and desire warring in those defiant eyes, and now I can't shake the feeling of her skin beneath my fingers.

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