Page 25 of Savage Bratva King

“Which is?”

“To help me win.”

“Win?” She shakes her head, her damp curls tumbling forward over her shoulders. “Win what? What are you talking about?”

“You know I can’t tell you that because then I would have to kill you.”

Her eyes harden momentarily. “Isn’t that what you’re going to do anyway?”

“Oh no, printzessa. I have far greater plans for you.”

I reach out and smooth her hair over her shoulder, my knuckles brushing the swell of her left breast. My cock reacts instantly, my blood pumping into my erection. I leave my finger there, the warmth of her skin making it tingle.

I search her face for some kind of reaction and find nothing. She is unreadable. But she doesn’t slap my hand or pull away from me. She swallows hard, and that’s when I can see the amount of self-control it is taking for her to remain so impassive.

“Plans?”

I feel her warm breath on my face. Her cheeks are still flushed and blotchy from the cold room, but her eyes are clear, her lips pink and moist, her chin tilted towards the ceiling. I vow to myself that when I am done with her, she will never look at Seamus Mulligan the way I want her to look at me. She will never beg him to fuck her. She will never beg him to let her come on his tongue.

I am torturing myself with these mental images, but I need this torture to fuel my resolve. Gianna is not one of the high-class escorts who serve my guests at the casino. She isn’t someone I picked up in a bar after a few drinks. She is the daughter of a rival family, sister-in-law of the Sicilian pank who is systematically trying to take me down. I want her to want me. No more, no less.

And when that happens, her presence in my home will no longer be required.

I slide my hand beneath the gray dress that is barely covering her nakedness and cup her breast. Fuck it feels good. Better than I’d even imagined it would feel. She is warm, her skin silky-smooth from her shower, and I can feel the steady da-dum, da-dum, da-dum of her heartbeat.

Her eyes are still locked on mine as if she was waiting for this to happen, as if she knew that me touching her was inevitable from the moment I entered her room.

Her room?My room.

My balls are already heavy for her. I caress her breast with my thumb, gentle circular movements, exploring her silky flesh, her curves, the ripe fullness. She sways slightly, but her eyes give nothing away.

I move closer. Our breaths mingle, her heartbeat strong and steady beneath my hand. And oh, how I would love to spread her legs wide and slide my tongue inside her right now, to taste her sex, to feel her orgasm exploding over my face.

It takes every ounce of self-control that I possess not to snatch the dress away from her, drop to my knees, and suck on her pussy. But that would ruin everything. If I make my move now, I risk incurring her hatred rather than her desire, and this will have all been for nothing.

Patience, Leonid. I can be patient when I need to be.

“Did you touch me?” The whispered question takes me by surprise. “When you undressed me.”

“You were unconscious.”

“So?”

I locate her nipple with my fingertips and tease it, feeling a surge of pleasure in my loins when it instantly hardens. That’s it, there’s a good girl.

“So, I like my women conscious, Gianna. And believe me, if I had, you wouldn’t need to ask. You’d be standing here, begging me for more.”

I lean closer, and her pupils dilate as she peers up at me. Slowly, holding her gaze, I slide the dress from her hands and drop it onto the floor at our feet. I cup her chin gently, tenderly almost, and lower my lips to her mouth. Her lips instantly part and our tongues meet. She doesn’t close her eyes, but instead, she tries to see right through me, as I fill her mouth with my tongue.

Then, when she responds, her own tongue licking my lips, I pull away. With a curt nod, I leave the room, locking the door behind me. I don’t look at her nakedness. I want to. Fuck how I want to. But I need her to trust me.

She knows how easy it would’ve been for me to take advantage of her, and now she also knows that isn’t what I want.

My win.

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GIANNA

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