Page 15 of My Bratva Dom

“Why aren’t you in bed?” I grumble, trying to snap out of it.

She closes her book and leans forward. The collar of her top slipping lower, teasing the tops of her soft, round tits as she shrugs.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Me neither, baby.

“You should try harder,” I growl. “Or I’ll put you to bed myself.”

Her full, tempting lips quirk up again, one eyebrow raising in that damn teasing curve that makes my blood boil, then rush to my groin.

“Is that a promise?”

I’m across the room before I know I’ve moved. Fuck, I came to talk to her. Try to see how mad she was after I acted like a goddamn caveman again. Patch things up. Maybe call a truce before I fuck this perfect girl raw in public. But here we are again…

I have one hand in her hair, the other one collared around her throat as I lean over her.

“You think this is funny?” I growl against her ear.

She gasps, her fingers gripping my arm. Holding tight.

“You keep this shit up,” I snarl, “and you’re gonna find out exactly how dangerous I am.”

Her pupils dilate. Then she lifts her chin and fucking smirks.

“Maybe I wanna find out,” she whispers.

And that’s it. My last thread of control snaps.

I twist her hair tighter, tilting her head back.

“You’ve been fucking asking for this,” I rasp out.

Before she can speak, I drop to my knees, shoving her thighs apart with rough, shaky hands.

Tina cries out, her back arching when I drag my tongue straightup her slit, slow and filthy, over her soaked panties.

“Aslan,” she chokes, her hands clawing at my hair.

“Shut up,” I growl between hungry licks.

I pull the fabric to the side and bury my face back between her legs. Licking, sucking, grinding my mouth against her hot, wet, delicious pussy until her full, round hips roll and she’s trembling under me.

She’s so fucking soft. Hot and sweet. Fuck, I’ve never tasted anything better.

“Gonna keep teasing me now?” I growl against her spasming cunt, pushing two thick fingers inside her soft, hot, drenched tightness, and curling them deep.

Tina’s head tips back, her loud moans filling the room. And I thank God that because of all the shady shit we do in this house, every room is soundproof.

“That’s it,” I mutter feverishly. “Give it to me, baby.”

I suck on her engorged clit, groaning and squeezing my rock-hard cock through my pants, flicking my tongue fast and rough until her thighs start to jerk.

“Feel that?” I groan again. “That’s what happens when you fucking push me, brat.”

Her hips jerk against my face. She’s right there. Right fucking there. But I stop, dragging my fingers out of her slick heat and gripping her thighs to pin her still.

“No! More, please,” she begs, shaking.

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