Page 12 of My Bratva Stalker

Firm and owning.

His grip tightens, tugging me closer.

I don’t stop him.

I don’t pull away.

I just let him.

Let him hold me.

Let him take what he wants. What he needs.

His voice is low, rough, thick with something dark and intoxicating.

“Good girl.”

Viktor

She’s so fucking obedient.

Standing still, waiting, breathing too hard, her body already submitting before she understands what’s happening.

But she’ll understand soon.

I’ll make sure of it.

Slow.

Thorough.

I’ll teach her.

I tilt her chin up, making her look at me.

Her lips are slightly parted, her breath shaky, her gorgeous eyes locked on mine.

I run my thumb over the soft swell of her lower lip.

Her pulse jumps at her throat.

Her tongue flicks out, just barely grazing my skin.

Fuck!

My cock jerks.

She doesn’t even know what she just did to me.

I tug her closer.

Let her feel the heat of my body, the power in my touch.

Her hands hover by her sides, uncertain.

She wants to touch me.

But she’s waiting for permission.

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