Page 47 of Savage Bratva King

“You can take more than that, Gianna.” I entwine my fingers in her hair and hold her steady, pushing myself into her gently. She gags, and tears well in her eyes. “Good girl.”

She closes her eyes, and I guide her deeper onto me. Her mouth is warm and wet. Her teeth are gentle. But she has my blood simmering through my veins, and I need to be inside her. The need to fill her up is more than I can bear.

I tilt her head backwards, slide my cock out of her mouth, and rub the head around her lips. “Taste me, Gianna.” She licks her lips, those wide turquoise eyes holding my gaze.

In one fluid movement, I flip her over so that she is on all fours on the bed and drag her ass towards me. Her pussy is even more goddamned beautiful from behind. I open her velvety folds and lick her again, getting her ready for me, then I lean over her, and ease my cock gently inside her.

“You’re so fucking tight, Gianna,” I whisper into her ear.

I push further, hitting the wall, my cock throbbing against her. I knew she was a virgin—this is why she was promised to Seamus—but it hits me right now just what she is prepared to lose to me here.

“If I keep going, you’re mine, printzessa.” My breathing is shallow now. She knows what I want, but it’s her choice.

“Keep going, Leonid.”

This is music to my ears. I push harder. My cock is dripping with her juices. “Say it again. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.” She twists her face around to meet mine, and we kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth.

I push harder, gripping her hips and pulling her onto me. And then I’m through the wall. I feel a gush of warm wetness, and she groans against my mouth. Then she pushes herself backwards onto me, and my thrusts grow more urgent.

With one hand, I grip her hair, our kisses becoming needy, impatient. She whimpers, and I slam into her, feeling my explosion through every inch of my body. And when I come, we collapse forward into a tangled heap of sweaty limbs on top of the comforter, her pussy squeezing around me as if she is trying to hold me inside her.

17

GIANNA

I rollover in bed and stretch my aching limbs, turning my face towards the sunlight streaming through the open curtains. For one brief, blissful moment, everything is right with the world.

Then I remember where I am and why I’m here.

Fuck!

I thought being called back to Chicago to marry Seamus was bad enough but just look at the mess I’ve made of my life now. Seems I didn’t need interference from my family to screw things up; I’ve done a pretty good job of it all by myself.

I wish Mika and Cartier were here. They might not have all the answers, but they would have a bottle of Tequila and strong shoulders for me to lean on.

I sit up and look around the room.

Leonid’s room.

The room where we spent the night exploring each other’s bodies and one of us lost our virginity while sucking on the other’s tongue and whimpering like a wounded animal.

My cheeks are on fire even though there’s no one here to accuse me of letting down the family name. And Seamus.

I can’t marry Seamus now.

I can’t even think about explaining my reasons why I can’t marry Seamus. To anyone. Not even my sister Mel. Although Mel would understand considering she fell in love with Xander Amory when he was still the enemy.

But I’m getting ahead of myself like I always do. There are too many things to think about and if I don’t get my brain organized, I’ll end up lying here all day in a heap of tangled sheets that smell of Leonid and sex and… Oh my God…

I flop backwards onto the silk-covered pillows and pull the comforter over my face.

All I can see is Leonid. His amber eyes peering right through to my soul every time he said, “Tell me what you want, Gianna,” and “You’re mine now, Gianna,” and “Good girl. Make yourself come for me.”

What. The. Fuck. Am. I. Doing.

I cover my face with my hands and wait for my breathing to regulate.

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