Page 16 of My Bratva Dom

I chuckle, low and dark. Acting like this is her punishment, when I’m the one dying of hunger. My entire body is pulsing, screaming at me to take her right fucking here and now.

“You’ll come when I say so.”

I spread her wider, dragging my tongue over her fat clit again with slow, intentional licks that leave her writhing. Fuck, she tastes good. And her smell… God.

“That’s it, sassy,” I rasp out. “So fucking sweet for me.”

Her fingers tighten even more in my hair in a delicious sting, her head thrashing against the back of the chair. Fucking gorgeous. Possessed. Mine.

“Please,” she moans, breathlessly. “Aslan…”

Fuck. My name on her lips. In that fucking sexy voice. I slam my fingers back inside her. Three this time. Stretching her deep and hard. Until her whole body jolts.

“You’re mine now,” I growl, my tongue flicking at her clit again. “No one else. Just me. You understand?” I’m fucking losing it. An animal between her glorious thighs.

“Yes,” she sobs, her wrecked sounds making my cock swell and jump. “Yes, Aslan.”

“Say it,” I snarl.

“I’m yours,” she admits.

Her back bows, her legs squeezing my head as she comes apart, shaking and moaning, her soaked pussy grinding againstmy face. Smothering me in her juices, her scent, the depraved sounds of her pleasure.

I keep licking her, growling against her skin as her body writhes and jerks, riding my mouth, taking everything I give her. I never want it to fucking stop.

When she finally slumps back, boneless and breathless, I pull away, licking my fingers clean as I stare at her. Eating her up with my eyes. Feasting on how ravaged she looks. Fucking magnificent. AndIdid this. Made this perfect woman come for me like I’m sure she never has before. Surrender. Submit.

“You’re lucky Viktor’s out of town,” I finally mutter. As a reminder for myself to get it in check. Slow things down before I still her away to gorge on her perfect body forever.

Her pretty eyes open, hazy and heavy-lidded. And that satiated look hits me straight in the chest.

“Why?” she whispers weakly.

I grab her chin, leaning close. My nostrils flaring, fingers hard on her soft skin.

“Because if he was here,” I rasp, “I wouldn’t have stopped.”

Thirteen

Tina

I can’t move. My body’s boneless, limp and overheated, like I just ran a marathon. My skin’s still buzzing, my pulse pounding loud in my ears. I feel… wrecked. Used. Owned. And the worst part is, I liked it.

I liked every filthy, twisted second of Aslan, burying his face between my thighs and licking me. Eating me out. Sucking on my flesh. Biting me. Fucking marking me. Making me come over and over.

I should be mortified, furious, but all I can do is lay here, with my chest heaving, my thighs trembling.

My head tilts back, my eyes catching his.

He’s still on his knees. His jaw, tight, his face still wet from me. His blue eyes burning.

“You good?” His voice comes out rough but there’s concern in his question, almost tenderness.

I can’t speak. I just nod. My throat is too tight to force out any more words.

For a second, I think he’s going to leave me here, ruined.

But instead he scoops me up like I weigh nothing.

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