Page 11 of The Bratva's Weakness

“It looks like I do,” he responds, tweaking the hard nipple that’s straining through my thin shirt and bra.

I moan, my legs falling slightly open of their own accord. James takes advantage, pushing in between, his bulge indented on my stomach.

“James,” I whimper.

James takes my shirt in his hands, ripping it down the middle and then flicking the front clasp of my bra, my boobs spilling out.

“Fuck, your titties are hot.” His warm breath makes my nipples pebble before he takes one in his mouth, his hand tweaking the other. I move one of my hands to my clit while the other tangles itself in his hair. He drops to his knees, knocking my hand out of the way with his mouth, his tongue replacing my fingers on my clit.

“Ah,” I garble, unable to get any other words out.

“That’s right, baby, let me milk your pussy. It’s mine,” he growls, lapping all of my cream up as it gushes out of me, “it’s all mine.”

“It’s yours,” I writhe, knocking against the wall, knowing there’s no way others aren’t hearing what we’re doing.

“You taste so good. Your honey is all I need,” he groans, his tongue circling my clit before delving deeper, sticking it into my pussy.

My legs are barely able to hold me up. My hands move to my tits, my fingers tweaking my nipples.

“James, I need you to fuck me,” I plead.

“You need my cum, baby?”

At that point, a sharp knock raps on the dressing room door. James slows but doesn’t stop. My eyes widen, and I tug on his hair, but he only glances up with a wicked grin and reaches with one hand to unlock the door.

A surge of moisture drips down my thighs, and I force his face back to my pussy.

“Enter,” I say.

The knob moves slowly, and then the young woman that attended to us when we first came in, opens the door, her eyes widening at James’ face in my cunt and my breasts exposed. Her mouth parts before she quickly looks away.

“Excuse me, but you can’t be doing that in here.”

“He’s James O’Connor,” I breathe out, and I see when she recognizes the name. “I’m pretty sure he can do it anywhere he damn well pleases.”

I shriek, James finding my clit again with his teeth, and I throw my head against the wall in ecstasy. My fingers once again findmy nipples and with a hard pull and James’ fingers digging into my ass, I finally find my release, screaming his name.

After our tryst in the dressing room, I didn’t try anything on. Instead, James took the pile we had and bought all of it. As we were checking out, James got another unknown call, this time answering it, leaving me to gather the bags as he took it outside.

What are these calls about?

Am I in danger?

Why can’t he be honest with me?

These questions are racing through my head as I come out of the store.

“Sorry about that, baby,” he says, pulling me in and popping a kiss on the crown of my head. He looks more stressed than earlier.

“Anything you want to tell me?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “Nothing other than I’m worried for your safety. Just know everything I’m doing is to protect you.”

“Is someone watching me?” I ask, bluntly.

“No, and I want to keep it that way.”

As we head back to his place, I can’t stop thinking about what he’s doing that could possibly be putting me in danger, and the question that continuously runs through my head,Is this worth it?

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