Page 35 of Bratva Queen

I looked up at Kristoff and was relieved to see a semi-smile on his face.

“Ah, there you are, Taylor,” said another voice who was approaching our small group.

Kristoff’s body went rigid. His hand around me tightened.

“Hey dad,” the kid said, not sounding enthusiastic in the slightest.

The senator waved him over. “I see you’ve met some donors.” He’d plastered a smile on his face, looking like the cliche politician, chipper to get a donation.

Kristoff didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe, and it then occurred to me that this was the first time he’d seen his father in the flesh. The man he hated and had vowed to destroy. Not only that, but he’d also just met his little brother. Before the silence became awkward, I nodded at the senator, then looked at the kid.

“It was nice meeting you, Taylor.” I grabbed Kristoff’s hand and hurried us away, before anyone could make any introductions.

I’d asked him on the way over why he wanted to come here. His answer was that he just had to. Perhaps he couldn’t explain it or admit it to himself, but I knew him. I understood his need to look the man who had killed his mother in the eye, even if it was just once. But now we were done.

I led him back to the car, where the driver held open the back door. Kristoff immediately pulled me close to him.

Since I didn’t like it when he brooded, I tried to lighten the mood. “Your brother is cute.”

He raised a brow. “Cute isn’t the word I would use to describe him.”

I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “Am I detecting some sibling rivalry here?”

Kristoff scoffed. “As if that punk is anywhere near my level. He’s not even on my continent, let alone on my playing field.”

I hid a smile. Yep, I had definitely hit a nerve with that remark.

“I think you did very well tonight,” I said. “You didn’t massacre your father on the spot, so you deserve a reward.” I turned my back to him and brushed away my hair, silently asking for him to pull down my zipper.

When he didn’t react, I glanced back. His eyes were burning with desire, yet he didn’t move.

“If you take off that dress, I will fuck you.” His voice was hoarse. “So, if you think you can ride home naked just to torment me, think again.”

I grasped his jaw. “No, Kristoff.Iwill be the one doing the fucking on this ride. Now, you want to help me out or what?”

He descended on me. The dress was practically ripped off my body.

The moment my legs were free of the tight silk that had covered them, I scooted over and straddled him. His hands wrapped around my bra and pushed the lace down.

The moment my breasts were free of their confinement, Kristoff took a nipple into his mouth. I wiggled in his lap, practically purring when I found his hardness underneath me. I put my hands on his shoulders, stabilizing myself before I rode the hardness of his dick.

He wouldn’t have it though. With one movement he ripped away my panties, leaving me bare.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled.

I closed my eyes, leaning into his hot mouth. My breath came in short gasps as I gave myself over to pleasure.

I heard the vague sound of a zipper being undone. His thumb brushed over my clit, torturing it until I wanted to scream. Instead, I dropped my head into the crook of his neck and bit his shoulder.

He groaned. “That’s it. Mark me, claim me, make me yours.”

Days of pent-up lust had accumulated into this moment. I didn’t care about the past, or even the future, all I cared about was right this minute. I cared about how Kristoff pushed two fingers inside of me, readying me for himself. I cared about my sensitive skin brushing over his slacks, and the sweet pain when he suckled my nipple. I snaked my hand down and grabbed his dick which throbbed in my hand.

“Please…” I didn’t care that I whimpered or sounded needy.

His teeth didn’t let go of my stiff nipple. There would be no reprieve from him. So I did what I had to; I lifted my head and nipped at his ear, almost drawing blood.

With a curse he let go of my breast. His eyes were blazing and promised me retribution.

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