She cries out, tensing up slightly, but then she relaxes. “That feels so good, Mikhail,” she moans. “More … I want more—”

“Such a fucking brat, thinking you can order me when I’m the one with the knife,” I growl, slapping her pussy again. “You’ll get more when you deserve it. Now turn the fuck around.”

Whimpering at the demand, yet obeying me, I grin when I see the look on her face. I never thought a woman like Gabriette would come to love something like this; to hand all the power over to me in such a vulnerable position.

Little does she know she’s the one with all the power, even if I’m the one holding the knife.

I trail the knife’s edge over her hardened nipples and she gasps, arching her back just as I push two fingers inside of her.

“My knife has you dripping, sweet girl,” I groan and lean over her, running my tongue over her nipples to ease the sting.

“Mikhail…” she breathes out my name. “I … wait—”

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, trailing the dulled tip under the space below her breasts, close to her ribcage. “Is it too much?”

She shakes her head. “N-no, I want … I want more. Please give me more!”

Fuck, this woman is going to make me come untouched. Who would have thought introducing a little danger would turn her into a little slut for me?

“Whatever my queen wants,” I growl, pulling at her nipple with my teeth.

I put a little pressure on the knife, I drag the blade across her skin, leaving deeper red marks. Her breathing becomes shallow the more I do this, and she suppresses her moans by biting her bottom lip.

Then I drag the knife all the way down towards her mons, replacing my fingers with the hilt and fuck her with it again. She moves her hips more and fucks the knife, and with every few thrusts, I slap her pussy.

“Do you like fucking my knife, Gabriette?” I groan, feeling the pre-cum slipping down my shaft. “Look at you, taking my knife like a good girl.”

She cries out whenever I slap her pussy, gripping the sheets in her hand until I see her tense up and actually fucking feel her clenching around the knife.

With a growl, I throw the knife to the side, grab her hips and slam inside of her. Fuck, she feels amazing and the aftereffects of her orgasm are still lingering, squeezing my cock.

She grabs my hair and pulls me closer, crashing her mouth to mine while wrapping her legs around my waist. I swear I’ll never get tired of fucking her perfect pussy. And knowing danger turns her into a begging little slut has me coming faster than I expected.

Fuck me, I can’t wait to show her what I can do with my Beretta.

GABRIETTE

I’m laying sprawled out over the blankets, my skin deliciously tender after what Mikhail did to me last night.

I never knew being scared could turn me on like that, but then again, Mikhail always has a way of turning anything sexy. No one else could turn me into a slobbering, horny as fuck mess like he can.

The bathroom door opens, and he saunters out with nothing but a towel around his waist and honestly, it’s my favorite sight in the morning.

He sees me biting my bottom lip and smirks. “Did my little brat finally decide to wake up?” he asks as he walks over to me and throws the covers back to find me still naked. “Hmm, delicious. Spread those legs so I can have breakfast, baby.”

My eyes widened. “Wait—”

But of course he doesn’t. Instead of waiting for me to open my legs, he does it for me and leaves me a trembling mess before going to the walk-in as if his face wasn’t buried in between my legs.

The life of a Pakhan’s wife, fucking hell.

Floating, I make my way to the bathroom to do my business and shower. When I’m done and making my way downstairs, Mikhail’s on a call. He winks when he sees me approaching, and from the language he’s speaking, I can tell it’s supposed to be a private conversation.

Greek?

Shrugging, I busy myself with making coffee when I hear him mention Natalya’s name and perk up. But then I decide to tune him out, because it’s probably Bratva business and I am better off not knowing.

When he’s done speaking, I hear him walk over to me and can’t stop the smile spreading on my face when he holds me from behind.