Owned By The Bratva King (NYC Russian Royals #1)

Chapter 28

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Roman

S he’s delicious. Sweeter than a peach.

I suck on her clit, feeling the muscles of her thighs flutter beneath my palms. If I drown in her sweetness, so be it. There’d be no better way to go.

Her gentle moans are getting to me. I think about working my fingers inside her but decide against it; I can tell she needs that relief—she’s pushing her hips toward me, trying to increase the pressure—but I want it to be my cock that eases the tension inside her. Then she’ll be as addicted to me as I already am to her.

“Steady, rusalka .” I dip my tongue into her pussy, making her cry out. “I’m not gonna let you come yet. Not until you beg me some more.”