Page 13 of My Bratva Stalker

Good.

She’s already learning.

“On your knees.”

The command is low, rough, final.

Her breath catches.

Her thighs press tighter together.

And she obeys.

She lowers herself slowly, her long legs folding under her, her hands resting on her lap, her wide hips settling on her heels.

So fucking beautiful.

So sweet, soft, perfect.

Fucking made to be on her knees for me.

I stroke my cock, watching her watch me.

Her eyes flicker to my length.

Her tongue darts out again, like she can already taste me.

Her pulse races at her throat.

She’s nervous, excited.

She doesn’t know if she should be afraid.

She should.

But not for the reasons she thinks.

Not because I’ll hurt her.

Because I’ll fucking ruin her.

Because after this, she’ll never be able to look at me without feeling this moment.

This power.

This ownership.

I guide my cock to her lips.

She parts them willingly.

Fuck…

My jaw tightens, my body locked, my control barely holding.

“Open wider, printsessa.”

She does.

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