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

Chapter 29

29

Emery

M y heart pounds like it’s trying to escape, every beat rattling my ribcage. My legs tremble with nerves and anticipation as Leon presses his body to mine.

I’ve never done this before or even come close. I’ve been passive all my life—with my choices and heart.

I was careful never to ask for too much or expect better than I got. God forbid I be a burden.

When Leon looks at me, all that falls away.

My instincts have failed me before, and I know they could fail me again. Maybe Leon is just another manipulative liar, a man who only sees me as a conquest or a pawn in some game I don’t even know I’m playing.

But there’s something in the way he touches me, a tenderness that makes me feel valued in a way I’ve never known.

It’s not that he doesn’t see the broken pieces of me I try so hard to hide, the parts Dante mocked and my father overlooked. He accepts them and treats me like I’m already whole, something worth ruining himself for.

For once, I refuse to second-guess myself or run from what I want.

Leon, Dante, that inner voice telling me no one will ever truly like me—I’m tired of everyone else enjoying the last word. All I want is to shut off the chatter and let it happen.

Surrender , Emery, and just feel it. Even if it’s a mistake, it’s mine to make.

Leon steps back, and his eyes rake over me, lingering on my curves. I can see the hunger in his gaze, but there’s something else too—something untamed, possessive.

“What do you say?” he asks, his voice rumbling from his chest. “You gonna let me show you how a real man takes your virginity? Because know this, Emery; I’m no shy schoolboy or polite gentleman.”

I bite my lip, and he continues, clenching his fists as though willing himself to keep control.

“If you let my desire out of its cage, I can’t be sure how it’ll go down,” he says. “The intensity of my feelings scares me, and if I don’t have to hold back anymore, I won’t.”

I stare, astonished. That feeling of power is back, and I’m shaking with arousal.

If I say no, we will never get back to this. Leon and I are as exposed as we’ll ever be; if I back away, he will retreat into himself and never let me in again.

I hold his deep brown eyes and hear my own voice.

“I want this,” I whisper.

Leon lunges for me without warning, swooping his head beneath my arm. My feet leave the ground, my hair hanging down his back as he settles me on his shoulder in a fireman’s lift.

“I’m too heavy,” I cry, and he slaps my ass hard, the cracking sound arriving a second before the sharp pain.

“Ow!”

“You are not too heavy for me , moya zhena .” He sets off toward his bedroom. “I don’t want to hear that shit ever again, you understand?”

He kicks open the door and drops me face-first onto his California king. Before I can roll, he’s astride me, tugging my hemline up over my hips.

“Such a big beautiful ass,” he says. He cups my generous buttocks and jiggles them, a growl escaping him as he enjoys the view.

“What the fuck is that you’re wearing?” he asks as he unzips my dress.

I groan into the mattress, mortified.

“Spanx,” I say. “Shapewear panties.”

He responds by unrolling the Spanx until they’re at my ankles, then removing them.

As soon as I’m back in position, he slaps my butt firmly with both hands, the pain relieved instantly by his warm fingertips as they knead the flesh.

“You were trying to hide your hot little belly pooch?” he asks incredulously. “Why? It’s fucking sexy. Never squeeze your body into that shit, or wear clothes that hide it, val’kiriya . I want every luscious inch of you, just as you are.”

I want to take a moment to revel in that concept. Imagine—a man who overlooks all the super-model skinny women because he’s got a thing for my FUPA and dimply ass. Is he for real ?

Rustling sounds behind me, and I realize Leon’s getting naked. I turn to look at him, stunned anew by his rippled abdomen and thick, corded thighs.

His cock is already semi-erect, swinging as he moves, and my nerves return with a vengeance.

Okay, so I know from blowing him that it’s not so much super-long as it is girthy. And so…I wanna say textured? All thick veins and velvet-soft skin.

Despite my trepidation, my pussy has no such reservations and rewards my ogling with a gush of juice.

Leon pulls me up onto all fours and gives a throaty chuckle, kneeling on the floor behind me.

“You’re so pretty, moya zhena ,” he says. “Wet and glistening, like honey. Your tight little hole is aching for me, isn’t it? You can tell me the truth.”

“I’m scared. What if it doesn’t fit?”

“Emery, baby.” He licks my taint, a quick pass, but it makes me gasp. “I’ll make it fit, I promise, even if I have to take all night opening you up.”

He eases two fingers inside me, just to the first knuckle, and the pressure feels fantastic. I drop my head down, my ass high in the air, and groan into my arm.

“That’s it,” Leon soothes, working his fingers deeper. “Have you fucked yourself, Emery? Got a favorite dildo hidden under your bed?”

“I used to,” I say, my words uneven as he flexes, stretching my inner walls. “Dante found it and went crazy, made me throw it out.”

“What an insecure idiot. I’ll buy you another. I’d love to stuff something in your asshole while I rail you, too, but one step at a time.”

Leon pushes his fingers all the way inside, massaging my sensitive spots, and I sigh with bliss.

My brain is no longer able to form coherent thoughts; I’m made of nothing but sensation and need.

Even the fear has receded, replaced by the now-familiar gnawing urge that reaches into my solar plexus, warming me from the inside out.

Leon abruptly withdraws, and I huff with frustration. Then I feel his hands on my hips, rolling me onto my back, and I gasp as his towering form comes into view.

He looks massive from this angle, standing between my thighs like something you’d find in an ancient Roman temple.

Every muscle and sinew is lean and tight, leading my eyes downward to the dark trail of hair above his…

I don’t know what my face is doing, but it’s enough to make Leon grin. “You like what you see, val’kiriya ? Because God knows I do. I’m so fucking lucky.”

He cups my ass and drags me to the edge of the mattress, pushing my legs up and out so I’m wide open, ready to take him.

He presses the pad of his thumb on my sensitive clit, drawing a shuddering moan from me.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, making little circles as he uses his other hand to guide his cock. “Relax. It’ll be easier that way. It won’t hurt for long, I promise.”

I grit my teeth and breath slowly, trying to follow his lead.

God, his touch feels good. My clit is so tender and responsive to his every movement that even the nudge of his hot cockhead against me doesn’t make me tense.

Then he pushes deeper, and I feel the stretch. Only the tip is inside, but it’s so there, filling me in a way I’ve never known. Yes, I had a dildo, but it was nothing compared to this.

“Breathe, moya zhena .”

Leon lowers his body and presses a kiss onto my lips. He stays close, pulsing his hips, the tiny movements helping me ease up.

My mouth drops open as he gives me another couple of inches, and he lowers his head to tongue my nipple.

“It hurts,” I whisper. “But I need more.”

“Be careful with your words,” Leon growls against my skin. “It’s all I can do not to fuck you like a man possessed.”

He stands again, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as his thick cock vanishes into my clinging wetness.

I’m in awe, not just of the exquisite feeling, but of his desire. Everything from his throbbing girth inside me to his strong hands gripping my thick thighs is beyond my understanding.

This beast of a man could fuck anyone— anyone —he wanted, yet here he is, barely clinging to control as he claims my virginity.

We groan in unison as Leon finally bottoms out, his muscular thighs resting against my soft flesh. He breathes heavily through his mouth as he swipes his thumb over my clit again.

“Steady,” he murmurs, seemingly to himself. “Oh shit, Emery. I gotta stay here and just soak for a minute, or I’m gonna rail you like a madman and come so damn hard.”

I stay as still as I can, but his attention on my clit sends shimmers of bliss through my abdomen, making my pussy twitch.

He snarls and pulls out slightly before shoving deep, making me squeal in shock.

“Stop with the squeezing,” he says, almost sounding angry. “I’m not kidding. I can’t take it. You will be sore for days if I fuck you like I want to.”

I might regret it, but there’s something about the animal lust in Leon’s eyes that I can’t bear to back down from.

Everything about this is crazy, but none of my doubts can intrude on this moment.

I wanna know how it feels to take the fucking he wants to give me.

“I’m no longer a virgin,” I say, clenching my inner walls and rippling them along his shaft. “You keep saying I’m yours, so make me believe it.”