Page 45 of Savage Bratva King

“Yes, no fucking around now, Gianna. This is your last chance to walk away. But if you say yes, there’s no turning back. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

“Yours?” She leans closer, so close that my lips are drawn to hers like a magnet.

“Mine. Be warned, I protect what’s mine with my life, but fuck with me and I’ll?—”

Her lips meet mine. Her tongue finds its way between my lips, and I can taste champagne on her. Champagne and chocolate and the promise of unfettered uninhibited sex.

I swing her up into my arms and practically run to my room. I don’t care about the cameras set up high in the corners of the ceiling. I don’t care that my security staff will be watching us right now.

Once inside, I kick the door shut behind me and lower Gianna onto my bed. I undress her slowly. She’s wearing plain white underwear that I shouldn’t even register, but on her they make me pause, sliding my hands up and down her body, devouring her with my eyes.

I push the vest up over her breasts, soak up the sight of her pink nipples. I trace lines down her stomach with my fingertips, hooking them inside the panties, and exposing her sex slowly. I drag them over her hips, toss them aside.

My cock throbs and twitches inside my pants, but I ignore it. Focus on Gianna.

She watches me watching her.

“Te takaya krasivaya. You’re so beautiful.”

She smiles, and her eyes glitter. I lay down beside her and close her eyelids with my kisses.

“Don’t watch, just feel and enjoy.”

I start with her ears. I nibble the delicate lobes, push my tongue inside her ear, my cock reacting when her nipples stand to attention. With my tongue, I trace her jawline where the bruises are starting to fade, down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. Down and down, between her ribs to her flat stomach, leaving her nipples wanting, for now.

It isn’t enough for me to have her for the night. I need to claim her. Make her mine.

I suck the flesh around her belly button, creating a band of tiny dots just beneath the surface. Branding her where no one else will see but me and Gianna. She will look in the mirror and she will know.

I drag my tongue down to her sex, teasing her with the tip. She purrs like a cat and spreads her legs, inviting me in.

“Not yet, my printzessa. Be patient.”

Holding her legs still, I continue to track my tongue down her inner thighs, to the sensitive flesh behind her knees, and down to her ankles, the soles of her feet. Kneeling on the end of the bed, I raise her right leg and suck her toes, one at a time, licking the flesh between them until I can see the slickness on her sex.

Still, she keeps her eyes closed.

“You like this, printzessa?”

“Yes.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.” It comes out as a gasp.

“Tell me.”

Her eyes fly open. She sees the warning look on my face and closes them again. “I want more.”

“More what?” When she doesn’t answer immediately, I bark, “More what, Gianna? If you don’t tell me what you want, how can I pleasure you?”

A brief smile dances across her lips. “I want… I want you to lick me.”

“Where? Where do you want me to lick you?”

My cock is knocking to be set free now, but I need to hear her say it. No one has ever wanted me in this way, and I already know that my orgasm, when I’m done giving Gianna what she wants, will be explosive.

“Between my legs.”

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