Page 20 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“No one can see us,” he muttered against my mouth, like he could read my mind. “I’d never fucking let anyone see you, not like this. I don’t share what I own.”

I didn’t like the sound of him owning me, but there was no time to think about it. Sliding my ass onto the bar, he pushed himself against the thin satin, grinding against me. My mouth went dry at the feel of him pressing against me, or maybe it watered. I honestly wasn’t sure of anything but the fact that I wanted that thick throbbing cock inside of me right now.

“I want to taste you.” The first button of my silk blouse popped open, and then the next and the next, until he could flick back the sides like an excited kid at Christmas. “I want to taste every fucking inch of your skin.”

Like he had to prove his point, his mouth left mine and fell between the mounds of my breasts, which heaved upwards to meet him. Peppering kisses across each one, Daniil’s tongue slid under the lace of my bra to tease at the very edge of my already diamond-hard nipple.

My head fell back, a soft moan escaping my lips as my eyes fluttered closed.

“Eyes on me, Lily.” He ordered, and my eyes snapped open. “I want you to see everything I am going to do to you. You don’t get to close them, not even for a second. Is that clear?”

I nodded.

“Use your words,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir.”

A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face. He had me exactly where he wanted me, and we both knew it. I had one brief fleeting thought of my fiancé, and then my breasts were scooped out of their lacey prison and the right nipple was sucked hard into his mouth. The moment he did, all thoughts of any but him vanished. There was no one in the entire world but him and his mouth.

He tenderly kissed each breast almost lazily. Moving from one to another until my nipples stood out proud and wet.

“You have amazing tits.” Again, his mouth came crashing down on mine. “I know I’m going to be covering them in my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I muttered because I knew he wanted me to use my words, and at that moment, I wanted to make him happy. “Yes, I’d like that, Daniil.”

Hungrily, I reached for his belt. My hands were shaking as I tried to unloop it. His mouth and hands on me were heaven, but my body was aching for something more.

I needed to feel the stretch as his cock slammed into me. He wouldn’t be gentle because there was nothing gentle about Daniil. But that was ok. I didn’t want soft and gentle anyway.

“No.” He caught my wrist and forced it back down to my side. “When I want you to touch me, I’ll tell you. Is that clear?

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now eyes on me.” Catching me by the hips, he pulled me to the very edge of the bar and shimmied my panties down my legs. Catching my eyes, he brought them to his mouth and inhaled sharply. An almost mindless look settled over his face. “I think I’ll keep these for later,” winking, he stuffed them into his pocket and lowered his head.

Keeping a tight grip of my thighs, he lowered his face to my core and licked one long line from ass to clit. Never once breaking eye contact.

“Mmmm.” His lips vibrated against my clit, and I fought the urge to close my eyes and just give in to the sensations that were flooding me. At the last minute, I remembered what he had said.

“You taste like fucking heaven.” Another lick, this one parted me so that his tongue slipped inside. He licked me like that for several long minutes, from the inside out, until I almost wanted to scream with the pressure of it all.

Writhing against the smooth but tacky wood of the bar, I reached for him, trying desperately to grab his head and keep him where I needed him to be. But every time, I seemed to be close, he moved away to lick and nibble on another part of my tender flesh.

“Daniil, please,” I begged, sweat dripped into my eyes. I had to blink it away to keep my eyes open.

“Please?” His eyes scanned my face as his tongue circled my clit harder and harder. “Are you begging me to fuck you, Lily?”

“Yes.” I didn’t even hesitate.

“Good. But not yet. You’re not ready for me yet.”

I wanted to cry. I was ready. I was so wound up that I didn’t know how much more I could take. All I knew was that his cock buried inside of me would ease the pressure.

“But I need—”

Lips still on my clit, he speared me with two fingers, working them in time with his tongue. “Oh, I know exactly what you need.” He bit down around my clit, his fingers moving faster and faster.

I tried to keep my eyes on him, but the pressure and the need were just too much. It felt like every muscle in my body was wound to the breaking point. At any second, I would—