Page 114 of Tarnished Tyrant (Zhukova Bratva 1)

“Relax,” he breathes, pressing his lips to each of my knees. “I want you to relax.”

“How am I supposed to relax when you’re kneeling in front of me like that?” I don’t mean to lay my thoughts out there so bare, but I can’t help it. The man short-circuits my brain like no other.

He quirks an eyebrow. “If this isn’t helping, I have an idea of something that might.”

“You’re my boss. Aren’t I supposed to be ‘helping’ you?”

“Is that what you want?” he snarls suddenly. “For me to be like fucking Roger? Because I can corner you in the bathroom if you want. Force you to—”

“No, that’s not what I want.”

“Then shut up and spread your legs,” he orders. “But do it because you want to, not because someone is making you.”

His voice is icy, but his hands are like brands on my skin. I feel the path he’s making over my body, and I’m electrified. All of my anxiety about the flight is gone as Nikolai pushes my legs apart and slides my skirt up my thighs.

“Are you wet already?” He smooths his tongue across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

I want to lie, but he’ll know the truth soon enough anyway. Because I already know I’m going to let him do whatever he wants to me.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“You resisted this even while you were sitting here getting wet for me,” he whispers in amazement against my skin. “Why do you always fight what you want?”

“Because I’ve never been able to have what I want.”

My list isn’t long.A father who isn’t dead. A mother to take care of me. A life where I don’t have to scrape by for every single thing.

I can’t have any of it, so there’s no sense dreaming about it. Nikolai is the first time I’ve let myself enjoy something that definitely won’t last.

“You can have whatever you want right now. All you have to do is ask.”

He parts my legs further, his fingers digging into the soft skin of my thighs. My entire body is trembling with desire.

Then Nikolai leans forward and drags his tongue over my seam. Suddenly, nothing about this is funny. The desire in me is serious. And it needs to be met.

“Touch me,” I beg. I should be ashamed of myself, but I can’t find the energy. Not when so much energy is being devoted to not combusting on the spot. “Taste me.”

The flight attendant could come back at any minute. Elise could decide to come out of her private room and join us. Anything could happen.

But, God help me, I need this.

“What do we say when we want something, beautiful Belle?” Nikolai teases.

I curl my fingers through his dark hair and drag him to my center. “Please.”

Nikolai shoves my panties aside. His breath is warm and when his tongue makes direct contact with my flushed skin, I hiss.

He slides my hips to the edge of the seat and splays me open. He nips at my center with his teeth and then soothes away the pain with his tongue.

The few times I dated someone willing to go down on me, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. Mostly to hide the fact that it felt like I was receiving a gynecological exam.

But with Nikolai, I can’t look away.

Soon, he’s flicking his tongue over my clit and driving me towards an orgasm that is coming way too fast.

“Wait,” I breathe, tightening my hold on his hair. “Wait, I’m going to—”

“That’s the point, Belle,” he whispers right into my pussy. “Come. Come for me. Let me hear you come apart.”

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