Page 9 of Tarnished Tyrant (Zhukova Bratva 1)

“Oh my God,” I moan.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice rough.

I don’t say anything. I’m too busy falling to pieces in his hand. So he asks again.

“Do you like that, Belle?”

The way he says my name, his tongue languishing over the double L… It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Tell me,” he commands. “Tell me what you like. What you want.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I like… all of it. You. I like it.”

His thumb is moving over me faster now, flicking and massaging until I’m seeing stars.

“That’s not good enough. You need to tell me exactly what you want.”

The pressure is ratcheting up higher and higher, and all I want is… is…

“I want to come,” I gasp.

He thrusts into me to the hilt. “Then do it. Come for me like a good girl.”

Oh, for the love of God.

I break.

My orgasm is like the sun coming through the clouds after a rainstorm. It happens suddenly and there’s no stopping it, no dimming it.

I moan, my muscles contracting and releasing. Cries of pleasure climb up my throat.

Nikolai clamps his hand over my mouth, swallowing my shouts until I’m limp against him. My body is spent, but when I look down, he’s still hard.

I frown. “It… it didn’t happen for you?”

“Don’t worry.” He brushes his thumb—the same thumb that sent me over the edge—across my lower lip. “It will.”

Then he tears me off the counter and spins me around so I’m facing the mirror, Nikolai floating like a golden angel over my shoulder. He grips my hips and slides into me again.

The angle is different and my mouth falls open. I lean forward, taking him deeper, wanting more and more and all of him.

Distantly, I’m aware of the plane’s vibrations, of the fact that dozens of passengers are sitting mere feet away with just a rickety plastic door between us. But the world has narrowed to encompass only this. Only this room. Only us.

My anxiety and fear are gone, pounded out of me by the man with the silver eyes.

“They’ll hear us,” I whimper.

“Let them.” Nikolai drives into me harder. “I want this whole plane to hear you come again.”

“It’s never happened for me twice.” I’m almost embarrassed to admit it. Then again, I’m bent over a sink in front of a stranger. Maybe nothing is embarrassing anymore.

Nikolai smirks in the mirror. “First time for everything.”

He wraps his hand around my leg and lifts my knee up to the corner of the sink. I’m still trying to get situated when he slides all the way out of me and then slams into the hilt.

“Oh my God,” I moan. “It’s so—”

“Deep,” he breathes.

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