Stolen By The Bratva King (NYC Russian Royals #2)

Chapter 11

11

Emery

I ’m so close to coming. My body is alive with tension as if I’ve cracked open a door I didn’t even know was there.

It’s because, for the first time ever, I’ve experienced genuine attraction.

Not the polite interest I felt with Dante when we first met, but a primal need that leaves me feeling unsteady and exposed.

Leon stirred something untamed in me. I’ve never felt it before, but even before I reach my climax, I know this one will be different.

I don’t just need to come—I need to be taken, dominated in a way I’ve never let myself imagine.

I wouldn’t have resisted if Leon had walked through the door and taken what he wanted. That scares me but doesn’t stop my imagination playing the reel.

Leon clamps his hand over my mouth as he grabs me from behind, pulling me against his chest.

“You’re gonna take my cock, Emery,” he murmurs. “I’ll bet you’re just the type to like it rough. You think I can’t tell when a woman needs a good fucking?”

It’s not a question that needs an answer. His hardness presses against my ass, and he grinds against me as he walks me to the couch, forcing me onto my knees. His heat and strength surround me, overpowering every instinct that says to run.

I have no chance to react before his hands are on me, rough and insistent, yanking my pajama pants and panties down so they’re wrapped around my ankles.

“Such a slutty cunt,” he says, his breath hot against my core.

The filthy words send a shiver through me. I’ve never been spoken to like this, but God, I want more.

He spears my asshole with his tongue, and I yelp, the sharp sensation sending a shock of pleasure through me.

“Look how ready you are for me. You want me to stretch out your wet little hole?”

I nod, unable to form words, and he laughs darkly. He’s in complete control, and I’m helpless to do anything but submit.

I nod, and he laughs as he frees his cock. I feel the heat, and then it’s there, thick and heavy between my thighs. He grasps it at the base, rubbing the tip up and down, catching my clit with each pass.

I use three fingertips to try and imitate Leon’s cock; not that I know what it would feel like, but I’ve never had a fantasy this vivid before.

Nothing I do can capture the solid warmth, the unyielding presence I imagine so clearly.

I’ve never been this desperate. I don’t just want to come; I want him to make me.

Leon’s smooth tip eases me open, sliding easily until he’s an inch inside. I’m leaning on the back of the couch, my ass in the air, and I groan, dropping my head onto my arms. It hurts, but it feels so good.

Leon grasps my waist in both hands and presses his weight onto me, his length sinking into my tightness, and I give a shuddering gasp.

He reaches beneath me so he can touch my clit, and I relax, letting him in.

“Easy, baby,” he says, his voice soothing as his hips rest on my ass. “You can take me. You’re doing so well.”

My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. He’s all the way inside me, so relentlessly there, stretching my internal walls to the limit.

“You’re too big,” I whimper. “You’re gonna tear me apart.”

He pulls back a couple of inches, his grip on my hips tightening as he thrusts forward again, deeper, hitting spots I didn’t even know I had.

“I’ll go slow at first,” he says, working his thrusts into a rhythm, “but I can’t promise I can hold back for long.”

I’m chasing it now, lost in the rhythm of my own touch, my fingers slippery as I imagine him moving inside me.

Leon may be dangerous, and he overstepped by coming to my apartment tonight. But there’s still a part of me that wants him to break down all my defenses and make me come on his cock while he pounds me into my mattress.

My pussy spasms, trying to feel him, and with my fingers firmly working my clit, it’s enough. With a shudder, I surrender as bliss surges through me.

“Yes,” I say aloud. “Fuck me, Leon.”