Page 6 of My Bratva Dom

I keep finger-fucking her through it, dragging it out, teasing her fat clit until her thighs snap shut, trapping my hand.

“No more… please,” she begs in a whimper.

I growl, kissing her again. Unable to stop myself. Fucking needing to taste her.

I pull my fingers free. They’re slick and sticky. And bring them to her mouth, ordering, “clean me up.”

Her eyes lock to mine, wide and hazy, but she parts her plump lips, her small, pink tongue flicking out to taste herself.

Christ.

I step back before I snap, bend her over the counter, and fuck her deep and rough. Because there’s no way we won’t wake the entire house if I do that. Shit, we’re lucky no one seems to have heard us.

“Next time, you’ll be on your knees,” I gravel out, barely recognizing my own voice.

Then I turn and leave, my cock thick and aching. Counting the seconds until I can break this girl wide open.

Five

Tina

I can still feel his fingers inside me.

I’m gripping the counter hard, the only thing keeping me upright, my chest rising and falling like I just ran a marathon. My skin feels too hot, my legs weak, my pulse pounding in my ears.

What the hell just happened?

I should run upstairs to tell Marie about her psycho guard dog and pack my bags. But instead… I bring my fingers to my mouth and trace my lips, tasting myself again the way he made me.

I shiver. I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that he manhandled me like he had the right to… or the fact that I liked it. No, I fucking loved it. Every rough touch, every filthy word. All ofit dragged something dark and needy out of me. Something I didn’t even know was there.

I lean back against the counter, forcing my breathing to slow.

Next time, you’ll be on your knees.Aslan’s deep, gravelly voice echoes in my head.

I should’ve slapped him. Should’ve screamed. Should’ve… something, anything! Instead, I stayed there shaking and moaning while he fingered me in the middle of the goddamn kitchen like he fucking owns me.

I squeeze my thighs together.God… what’s wrong with me?

I can’t shake the image of his hand collaring my throat, his fingers deep inside me, his striking eyes locked on mine like I’mhis.

And the worst part is I want more.

I want to push him again, get too close, talk too much, piss him off just to see what happens.

I want to know what it feels like when he loses control completely.

I close my eyes, my head falling between my stretched arms on the cold marble countertop.

This is bad. Real bad. Because Aslan isn’t some boy I can flirt with and forget about. He’s a man. A scary, dangerous man. And I can tell if I keep playing with fire, I’m gonna get burned.

Six

Aslan

Viktor paces his office, rolling his cufflinks between his fingers, a sign that he’s pissed.

“I have to go,” he mutters.

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