Page 15 of Obsessed Bratva King

“Good.” His lips curl into a smirk. “That means I can claim you, Cora. First and forever.”

I hate the way my body reacted to his words, the way my stomach clenches and heat pools low between my legs. “You’re a mobster,” I say, but my voice lacks conviction. “I shouldn’t want you.”

“And yet here you are,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear as he nipped at the sensitive skin. “Letting me touch you.”

“You’re not giving me much choice.”

“You don’t want choice any longer. You want me to take charge. You are my pet tonight, remember?”

His hands slide down my body, pulling my joggers down my legs until they pool on the floor. I lay back, exposed, my heart pounding as his gaze rakes over me.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, his voice low and gravelly.

My breath hitched. “What?”

“You heard me. You’re already wet. Now show me how you like to be touched.”

Something about his voice makes it impossible to disobey. My hand slides straight to my clit, stroking it slowly. A sharp breath escapes me, my body instantly reacting, and his eyes darken, full of hunger as he watches me.

“Good girl,” he growls, his hand wrapping around his own length, lazily stroking. “Now, tell me what you like.”

A slow smirk tugs at my lips as I circle faster, teasing myself just to make his jaw tighten. “Hmm… wouldn’t you like to know?”

His smirk mirrors mine, but there’s a warning in his gaze, a promise that makes my stomach flutter. “Cora,” he warns, voice low and edged with amusement.

I bite my lip, my pleasure building. “I like you watching me.”

His smirk turns wicked. “That so?”

Before I can blink, he drops to his knees in front of me, his grip firm as he yanks me closer. My gasp turns into a soft laugh, but the sound dies the moment his mouth finds me, his tongue teasing and torturing with lazy, deliberate strokes. “How about now?”

“God, that’s so good.”

“Tell me,” he demands, his voice muffled against me, words vibrating through my core. “Tell me what you want. Give me a command.”

I tighten my grip in his hair, tugging just to feel the low growl that vibrates through him. “I want you to make me come.”

His chuckle is indulgent. “Oh, printsessa. That was never in question.”

His tongue flicks, slowly at first, then relentless when he feels me start to tremble. My thighs try to close around his head, but his hands keep me spread, his grip bruising as he devours me.

“Fuck—Ivan,” I gasp, body arching, nails digging into his scalp as I break apart, waves of pleasure rolling through me as my orgasm swallows me up.

He hovers over me, his body heavy, solid, and hot as he drags his lips over mine.

“You’re nervous.” His hand slips down to my throat, his fingers resting lightly against my pulse. “But you still want to, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to be taken by a man like me. That takes courage.”

My cheeks burn, but I don’t look away. I can’t. His gaze is hypnotic, pulling me in, making me feel like I’m already his.

“Good girl,” he says, his smirk widening. “Because I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never imagined. But first, you need to relax.” His hand moves down my body, his touch feather-light as it trails over my collarbone, my breasts, my stomach. “Breathe for me, printsessa. In and out. That’s it.”

I do as he says, inhaling deeply, then exhaling shakily. His touch is intoxicating, every brush of his fingers sending sparks through me. When his hand finally reaches the top of my thighs, I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily.

“Shh,” he soothes, his voice like velvet. “I’ve got you.” His fingers begin to explore, slow and deliberate, circling my clit with a precision that makes my entire body burn. “You’re so wet for me already. Do you know how much that pleases me?”

“I—I don’t know,” I stammer, my hands gripping the sheets tightly. My mind is a whirlwind of sensations, every nerve in my body on fire.

“You will,” he growls, his fingers slipping inside me, making me moan. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll know exactly what your body is capable of.” He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

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