Page 36 of Savage Bratva King

“I want you, Leonid.”

He smiles. “Good girl. You can have me, but then you will be mine, Gianna. No fucking around. You will be mine to do with as I please, and in return I promise to make you feel special.”

I’m not really listening because he had me at ‘good girl’. He must feel my sex tighten around his fingers because he smothers my mouth with his, and it’s hard to breathe, but I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to.

Then, without warning, his fingers slide out of me, and the emptiness makes my heart clamor against my ribcage. But before I can react, I’m clutching the skirt in both hands, and Leonid is on his knees in front of me.

He spreads my thighs wide, and licks my sex back and forth, rasping over my clit, taking his time so that I can feel every part of his tongue. I tilt my head backwards and lean against the hedge. It’s the only thing that keeps me on my feet when he opens my pussy with his fingertips and inserts his whole tongue inside me.

Then his fingers are inside me too. On my clit. Rubbing, teasing, flicking, while he licks and sucks and licks some more.

My orgasm explodes onto his tongue. My body is writhing and bucking like he just sent a million electrical pulses through me, and I can’t even think about the thorns scratching my scalp, or the sound of Leonid’s name being called from somewhere nearby.

He hears it though.

In one easy casual movement, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me deeper into the maze. He stops around the next bend and sets me down. He lowers the skirt and straightens the bodice with apparent ease as if nothing just happened between us.

“Take your time. You can’t come back looking like you just had the best orgasm of your life.” Then he turns around and walks away without a backward glance.

My pussy is still clenching and unclenching in the aftermath of my explosion. My inner thighs are saturated. My nipples are stinging. And my legs feel so weak that I sit down on the grass and hug my knees to my chest.

I replay what just happened on repeat inside my head.

And each time I get to the part where he tells me not to come back looking like I just had the best orgasm of my life, my stomach twists.

Is that it? Was it just a game to him? Did he say all that stuff about not being able to have what he wanted just to persuade me to give in?

I squeeze my eyes shut. He used the oldest trick in the book—telling me what I wanted to hear—and I fell for it.

14

LEONID

I don’t wantto walk away and leave her like this, but I don’t have a choice. I can’t afford Tamara to find the printzessa with her skirt around her waist and my face buried between her legs. It would not look good for either of us, and besides, I still have Tamara’s comments about everything changing since Gianna’s arrival niggling away inside my head.

So, I leave Gianna safely out of sight, rearrange the bulge in my pants, and make my way out of the maze to find Olga approaching with my dog Marvel.

Tamara tracks my movements with narrowed eyes. Sergei, as always, waits with his feet firmly planted at shoulder width, and his hands clasped behind his back. I give them a brief nod, and smile as Marvel comes hurtling towards me.

He’s an all-black Belgian shepherd. Another rescue, like the twins. I discovered him filthy and starving wandering around the port one day, his fur matted with blood, his tail tucked between his back legs, his eyes hunted and wary. Despite the cruelty he had previously suffered, he accepted food from me and, in return, offered his unwavering loyalty.

The instant he notices me he lowers his head and slips his leash easily. He bounds towards me, leaping about like a kangaroo, his front paws almost reaching my shoulders. He would be intimidating if he wasn’t such a big softie, but I pity anyone who tries to attack me in front of him. He cries and barks at me playfully, always vocal, until I rub his back and his belly and stroke behind his ears. It took Marvel a long while to accept affection at face value, but even now, I am the only person he ever kisses or accepts a hug from.

“Hey, boy.” I nuzzle his face and wrap my arms around his neck. I’m buying myself some time to reassemble my thoughts while he licks my face as if he hasn’t seen me in months. He communicates through whines and playful barks in a language that only we understand.

I want to see Gianna’s face. What happened inside the maze was … not what I expected to happen. She gave herself to me so freely, so trustingly, that making her come was the only thing on my mind. I wanted to pleasure her. I needed her to know how I could make her feel, how I could make her explode all over me because it was what I wanted.

Because I was the one in control. I will always be the one in control.

But it was what she wanted too.

And here is where my thoughts become misty. Dangerous. No one has ever wanted me the way Gianna wanted me today. Not even Elena.

Elena only wanted the promise of what I could give her, of the life she thought she could have with me, of the woman she would become as Mrs. Leonid Ivanov. She said all the right things, pressed all the right buttons, spread her legs wide and begged me to fuck her senseless. And I believed her. Until I caught her on one of my own cameras fucking one of my men in the utility room of my mansion.

Looking back, it’s hard to believe that I didn’t see straight through her, but I was young, and she rode me like a fucking cowboy.

But I never once saw Elena come the way Gianna did with complete and utter abandon, losing herself in her orgasm until she was left limp and exhausted. I never knew how excited it would make me feel, watching Gianna’s orgasm ripping through her. Or how it would leave me desperate for more. Would she explode that way a second time? Or a third?

---