Page 191 of Tarnished Tyrant (Zhukova Bratva 1)

"Take these off," he says, grabbing my jeans and yanking them down. Then he tugs on the hem of my shirt. “This, too.”

I pull the shirt over my head and then unhook my bra before he can even ask. There's no time to wait. This is happening so damn fast, but it’s not a ride I can get off of. It’s not a ride Iwantto get off of, either.

"Good girl," he murmurs. He circles his thumbs over my nipples until they're pointed and aching.

He leans forward and takes one in his mouth. Then the other. Then, achingly slowly, he licks a line down my body.

He pushes my legs apart. "Spread wide for me."

My entire body is shaking with need and anticipation. I plant my palms firmly on his desk to try to stabilize myself. But when Nikolai dips his head between my legs and his stubble brushes over my sensitive skin, there's no amount of stabilization in the world that could prepare me.

He tastes me in long, luxurious strokes. By the time his teeth graze over my clit, I'm seeing stars.

"Nikolai," I gasp, my thighs clamped around his head. "I can't—I need—I want."

"I know, beautiful Belle. I know." He slides a finger inside and strokes, setting off an explosion inside of me.

I cry out his name and buck against his mouth until I’m wrung out.

When he stands up, I mold myself against his warm body. I run my hands down the hard planes of his chest and stroke the hard length of his cock. He’s so hard, sohere, so fucking vital and real that I cling to him because the world just makes more sense when I do.

This started as a lie.

This started as an accident.

Now? Now, I have no earthly clue what this is.

He hooks my legs around his waist and slides me to the edge of the desk. “Are we ever going to fuck in a bed?” I muse deliriously. “Airplanes, libraries, the floor… One day, it could be good to try a nice, soft mattress.”

His mouth is hot against my neck as he kisses over my pulse and skates across my collarbone. When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen and gorgeous. “Maybe one day.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods solemnly. “But not today.”

Then he slides into me in one thrust, and suddenly, it doesn’t matter where we are. All that matters is that it’s Nikolai.

Here.

With me.

When he pushes into me again, I’m filled completely. My eyes roll back in my head and noises I’ve never heard before pour out of my mouth.

“You fit around me so good,kotyonok,” he growls. “Like you were made for me.”

It’s so easy to believe him. How could it ever be this good with anyone else? I can’t walk away from this, from him. Not when everything about us feels so right.

I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our mouths back together. Nikolai sweeps his tongue past mine as I rock myself against him. With just a few strokes, I’m panting against his neck.

“That’s right. Take what you need.” He strokes a hand down my spine. “I’ll take care of you.”

I work myself on his length until I’m out of my mind with need, gasping for release.

“I’m so close.” I grab his stubbled jaw and kiss him hard. Then I press our foreheads together. “Come with me. Please.”

A low rumble moves through Nikolai’s chest, and then he digs his fingers into my hips and drives into me. My pleasure ratchets up, my body tensed and ready for the beautiful destruction that’s coming.

He pounds into me again and again, his breathing growing heavier with every connection. I grit my teeth, fighting back the need to release, waiting for him to join me.

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