Page 25 of Scarred Bratva King

I cry out, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as pleasure arcs through me.

His other hand trails lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties, and I tense in anticipation.

When his fingers brush against me, finding me already wet, he lets out a low groan against my skin. “So eager,” he says, his voice husky with approval as I push my hips his way. “But we’re not done yet.”

Before I can process his words, he drops to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady. His breath ghosts over my inner thighs, and I tremble, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Open for me,” he commands, and I obey without hesitation, spreading my legs wider. His smirk is wicked as he looks up at me, his eyes gleaming with hunger. Then his mouth is on me, hot and insistent, and I let out a strangled cry as his tongue flicks over my clit.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my hips rocking forward instinctively, seeking more of his touch. His hands tighten on my hips, holding me still, as he laps at me with maddening precision.

I tug at his hair, desperate for more, but he doesn’t relent, his tongue teasing me mercilessly until I’m trembling on the edge. “That is so fucking good.”

“I know,” he growls back. “Louder.”

“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Maxim?—”

“Patience,” he growls against me, the vibrations sending shocks through my entire body. Then he slips a finger inside me, curling it just right, and I see stars.

My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I cry out his name, my legs giving out beneath me.

He catches me before I can fall, his hands steadying me as he rises to his feet. His eyes are dark with satisfaction as he watches me come apart, and I can feel myself blushing under his scrutiny.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips.

My hands drop to his belt, fumbling with the buckle as I try to regain control of my breathing. He helps me undress him, his cock springing free, thick and hard. I lick my lips unconsciously, earning another smirk from him.

“Go on,” he says, his voice a rough command. “Show me what you can do.”

I sink to my knees in front of him, my hands gripping his hips as I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him.

He groans above me, his fingers threading through my hair as I work him with my tongue, my lips, my everything. I can feel him growing harder, hotter, and I pull back just as he’s about to tip over the edge.

“Veronica,” he growls, his voice warning and pleading all at once. I rise to my feet, pressing my body against his, and guide him to the edge of the table.

His hands grip my hips as I straddle him, sinking down onto him with a gasp. He fills me completely, and I lean forward, my lips brushing his ear.

“Take me,” I whisper, and it’s all the encouragement he needs.

His hands tighten on my hips like steel vices, his grip possessive as he thrusts up into me with a raw, primal force that makes my breath hitch.

My body arches instinctively, my back curving as I bounce on his cock, every movement sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my core.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by our ragged breaths and low, guttural moans. His eyes never leave mine—dark, burning, unrelenting—as he takes control again, driving deeper with each stroke.

Fuck, he feels good. So deep, so perfectly filling. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders, nails scraping lightly against his skin.

But then, without warning, his hands shift, and in one fluid motion, he flips me onto all fours. The sudden change in position sends a thrill through me, and I let out a gasp, my palms splayed flat against the cool surface beneath me.

His hand comes down sharply on my ass. The sting is immediate, delicious, and I let out a gasp, my cheeks flushing not just from the impact but from the way his dominance sparks something electric inside me.

He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, and his hot breath fans across my ear as he shouts, “You take what I give you, Veronica. Understand?”

I nod, unable to form words, and he straightens, gripping my hips again as he resumes fucking me with a steady, punishing rhythm.

My head drops forward, hair tumbling over my shoulders as I focus on the sensation of him moving inside me, stretching me, owning me.

But I’m not content to just lie there—no, I need more. My hand slips between my legs, finding my clit with practiced ease, and I start to circle it, adding pressure where I need it most. A strangled cry escapes my lips as the dual stimulation pushes me closer to the edge.

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