Page 21 of My Bratva Dom

The second he’s gone, Aslan turns to me, his hand finding my waist.

“When will you learn, brat?” he growls, dragging me close. “Dancing with some dipshit just to piss me off?”

My breasts crash into the hard planes of his chest.

“I wasn’t-”

He leans closer. His minty breath caressing my face.

“You were.” His hand slides lower, cupping my ass. “You wanted me to react.”

I feel my eyes widen as he grinds into me. Pressing his hard cock into my belly. Oh My God, he’s fucking huge!

His blazing eyes bore into mine. Hand full of my ass.

“I didn’t-”

“You did.”

His mouth crashes on mine. Hot and rough. His teeth scrape my lip, stinging. Feeling so goddamn good, I hear myself moan. His tongue pushes deep, and I barely get a second to breathe before I’m humming into his mouth. He feels so fucking good. Tastes even better. And the way he smells, how he’s holding me. Like I’m his. At his mercy. Fuck. And how that big dick presses against my body…

“You wanted to play games,” Aslan mutters, dragging his mouth down my neck, and wickedly biting me. “So let’s play.”

His big hand shoves between my thighs, and I gasp as he finds me through my already drenched panties.

“Aslan-”

“So fucking wet,” he rasps. His long, thick fingers stroking me, his breath rough against the shell of my ear. “You’ve been gone for me since the day we met. Haven’t you, baby?”

My body bucks against his hand. I hate how easy it is for him to make me feel this good, this wild. How fast I melt for him.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart,” he rumbles. “Right here. Right now,” he demands.

My breath stutters. My pussy spasming around him, leaking. My breasts swollen, my nipples painfully hard against the thin fabricof my dress. But I push through in a last ditch effort to stand up to him. “You can’t just-”

“I can.” His fingers push deeper, curling just right. Relentless. Making my breathing catch. “And you’re gonna obey me.”

I can’t think. Can’t move. I’m nothing but sensations. A slave to the maddening waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Aslan’s fingers thrusting in and out. His thumb rolling over my clit. His warm breath falling over my skin. Wild indigo eyes burning into mine.

He strokes long and slow, then deep and fast, alternating, watching my face. Kissing, licking and biting my lips. Sucking on my tongue. Praising me. Calling me his good girl, his sassy, his brat. Until I shatter, biting my lip to muffle the ragged cries that spill from my throat. Shaking all over, my legs barely able to carry me, holding on for dear life, my fingers clutching his arms. Lost and found all at once. My orgasm pulsating through my entire body. Going on and on and on, as Aslan’s hand never stops pumping inside me, teasing my g-spot, rolling, rubbing and pinching my clit.

I’m still trembling when his mouth finds my ear after what feels like an eternity.

“Mine,” he mutters darkly. “You’re mine, sassy. No one else touches what belongs to me.”

Sixteen

Aslan

I should leave her alone. I know I should. But I can’t.

I’m pacing my office like a caged animal, with my fists clenched and my head pounding. My blood’s still hot from what happened at the gala. Hearing Tina moan for me again.

I should’ve taken her in that dark corner. Bent her over, shoved her dress up, and claimed her where anyone could walk in on us and see.

You’re mine, sassy. No one else touches what belongs to me.

The words are still ringing in my head. I didn’t plan to say them, didn’t plan to lose control like that. But when I saw her dancing with that piece of shit, smiling like she didn’t belong to me, like I hadn’t already marked her, I fucking snapped.

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