Page 6 of Baby for the Bratva King

There’s nothing perfect about me.

The only thing I’m close to being perfect at is dance. I can nail a jade split, getting my legs straight every time, but pole tricks are only useful at the club.

Away from the pole, I’m still figuring everything out.

“You want me to stop?” asks Felix, his fingers flexing along my bra strap.

Part of me still worries that my father is right about Fleur and I leaving. We’ll spend the rest of our lives surviving, never making anything of ourselves.

Standing in front of a man who has an entire empire at my feet, I feel powerful, and this is the first time I’m feeling good about myself away from the pole.

Dancing shakes off the cobwebs, but unless I can make a full-time career out posting dance tutorials, it’ll never get me far.

Felix is so powerful he may as well trademark the word. Having sex with him could be the best thing I ever do as I let real, unbreakable power into my body. I could use his strength right now.

This could be the best birthday present someone has ever given me.

“Fuck me, please. Do it in the shower, no holding back. I want to feel all of you.”

A smirk crawls across Felix’s face. “Am I finally hearing you beg?”

He can stop with the comments. As soon as sex is on the cards, he comes out of his shell? Typical.

I throw my arms around his neck and yank him forward.

Our lips collide in pure heat, his tongue darting all the way into my mouth.

I moan into the kiss, completely taken aback. Felix’s tongue glides over mine like butter. We find a rhythm and stick to it. I let him exert dominance. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, a feral grunt falling from his mouth as he teases his cock with my entrance, running the tip through my slicken wetness.

“So fucking wet for me, Honeysuckle,” he moans, backing me into the cubicle. “Stand here.” He presses me into the cool tiles and starts the shower.

He skims my ass, scooping me up. “Here,” he says, guiding my ankles into position. “Wrap your legs around me. I have you.”

Impossible desire courses through my veins. There is no small voice inside of me telling me to run, no doubts streaming through my mind.

I feel like I’m in flow state on the pole, letting my body lead the way. The same calmness I feel while dancing flows through me now. I leave all worries at the door, focusing on what feels right in the moment.

I curl my hands around Felix’s cock, feeling his hard length twitch, the vein popping as I work my way up his shaft.

“Let go,” instructs Felix, pinning me a dark glare.

“What?”

“I’ll finish in your hands if you keep doing that.” Felix levels me a look. “Tell me, Honeysuckle, are you on birth control?”

Oh, the joys of being a virgin and never having to worry about contraception.

“Um, yeah. Pills,” I lie.

Felix narrows his eyes, watching me closely.

He grabs my breast through my drenched bra, squeezing, eliciting a moan out of me. Holding me up with one hand, he uses the other to release the clasp, exposing my breasts.

“Fuck,” he grunts, setting me down so he can use both hands.

Desire sweeps through me in magical waves as he sucks my nipples, rendering each painfully hard.

The increased sensitivity pushes me closer to the edge. I sneak a hand between my legs, grinding on my palm. Felix takes his time with my breasts, wetting each nipple with his tongue.