Page 66 of Savage Bratva King

“Gianna.” He tries to push my hands away, to stop me from touching him, and I move his hands down by his sides. “Stop.”

I smile. “I’m not one of your men to be ordered about. And we both know that if you really wanted me to stop, you’d be on your feet and dragging me back to the guard waiting outside the door.”

His eyes snap towards the door and back again.

I tug down the zip of his pants, slide my hand inside, and free his cock. “Now tell me that you don’t want this.”

In response, he raises his hand to the back of my head and guides my mouth onto him.

I watch him closely as my lips close around his erection and I lick the head, already sticky with pre-cum. In the glow of the table lamps, his cheekbones appear even more chiseled than usual, his eyes so dark they’re like bullets. But his features soften as I slide him deeper and deeper into my mouth fighting the gag reflex because being his ‘good girl’ is what we both need tonight.

His hands fist in my hair, and he holds me still, sliding my mouth on and off his erection until tears trickle from my eyes. “Make me come, Gianna.” He sounds so vulnerable that I grip the base with one hand and squeeze tightly while I suck until my cheeks ache, the fingers of my other hand trailing over his balls.

I feel the pulsing through his length a moment before he grips my hair so tightly my scalp burns. Then his cum spurts down the back of my throat and coats my tongue and the back of my teeth. I swallow.

But before I can react, Leo lowers me backwards onto the floor and opens the bathrobe, ripping open the buttons of his shirt that I was wearing in bed. He studies my naked body like I’m a priceless painting, and I already know that no one else will ever look at me this way.

He gets down on his knees and raises my feet so that they’re over his shoulders. “Hold on tight, printzessa. I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before.”

He raises my hips off the floor, supporting my lower body with his thighs, giving me an unobstructed view as he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue is hot and wet, and my pussy constricts around it welcoming the first orgasm almost immediately.

But Leo doesn’t stop. He licks me inside and out, his tongue hitting the spot every time. I reach behind me, holding onto the legs of a sturdy seat pressed up against the wall, and ride the crest of an orgasm that just keeps on coming. Then he’s inside me, his body crushing mine, his fist gripping my wrists behind my head so that I’m pinned to the floor.

“I’ve never seen anyone come the way you do,” he murmurs, grinding his cock so deep inside me there isn’t a part of me that doesn’t feel it. “You love coming for me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

His hips slam against me, driving his cock even deeper. My knees are almost touching the floor behind my head, and I can feel the burn of the carpet on my back, but if I could suck him in deeper I would.

“Say it.”

“I love coming for you.”

“Come for me now, Gianna. Show me how much you want me.”

He grinds his cock into me, round and around and ever deeper until I can’t think about anything else but the pleasure exploding inside my body.

“There’s my good girl.” He smothers my mouth with his kisses until our bodies finally stop shuddering.

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LEONID

Victoria’s eyesfollow me as I enter the boardroom, walk around the table, and take my seat. She’s wearing her customary pantsuit, today’s color choice: black. Appropriate. She has a cup of steaming black coffee in front of her alongside her tablet.

Andrej sits across the table from her, chair pushed back, one leg crossed over the other. He smells of perfume and last night’s liquor. The smudges under his eyes are like fading shadows compared to the bruise-colored pouches that circle our sister’s eyes. Everything is just a job to Andrej; he doesn’t take his work home with him.

“The printzessa keep you awake last night, brother?” He swallows a mouthful of creamy coffee and smiles.

I fill my cup with freshly brewed coffee and add a spoonful of brown sugar. No cream. Andrej is closer to the truth than he realizes, but for the first time, a hangover is squeezing my brain in a vice-like grip, and I need the caffeine to hit my veins. Quickly.

Victoria begins. “You know it makes my life easier when you keep me in the loop. I had to deal with our parents last night, and where were my brothers?”

It’s a rhetorical question. She could probably hazard a fair guess as to what we were both doing and would rather be spared the sordid details.

Andrej chuckles. “And this is exactly the reason why some things are best left unsaid. If anyone can cope under pressure, it’s you, sis.”

“I think what Andrej is trying to say is thank you, Victoria.” I’m in no mood for my brother’s childish humor this morning.

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