Page 135 of The Bratva King

Instead of going to my room, I turn toward Nik’s. It’s bold. Maybe wrong. I don’t let myself think long enough to stop. I quietly undress and slide under his sheets.

I lie there in the dark with my heart hammering, listening for his footsteps. Every nerve in my body feels exposed. Is this too much? Am I overstepping? It’s too late to pretend I don’t want this.

The door opens. Nikolai steps inside and stops. His eyes darken as they drag over the sheet barely covering my naked body.

“Gabby.” His voice is low and rough.

“Get over here,” I breathe. “Now. I need your hands on me.”

He shuts the door but doesn't move toward me. His eyes rake over me.

“Take off the sheet.”

I hesitate.

“You were in my bed naked, Gabby. Don’t hide from me now.”

I catch the sheet in both hands and drag it slowly down my body until I’m bare beneath his stare.

“Open your legs.”

I do.

“Wider.”

Heat floods my face, but I obey.

His gaze settles between my thighs. “Such a good girl. Show me how you took care of yourself all those years without me.”

I hesitate. Then, I run my hand down my body. My thighs fall apart as my fingers slide lower. My gaze stays locked on his as I circle my clit, letting the slick heat of my arousal coat my fingertips.

He curses in a string of Russian, but he still doesn't move. He's making me work for it.

His eyes darken further, his jaw tightens, and the low curse fades into something feral as he watches me touch myself. I dip lower, pushing two fingers inside and gasping at the stretch. His stare burns my skin.

“That’s it. Don’t slow down.”

"Fuck, Nikolai," I whisper, rocking my hips against my hand, my free palm cupping my breast and pinching the nipple until it aches.

I don't look away.

He stands there, fully dressed, while I fuck myself just for him. My breath hitches when I add a third finger. My thighs tremble, but I keep going.

“There you go,” he says. “Keep taking what you need.”

He moves then, stalking closer as he pulls off his shirt without breaking eye contact. The tattoos across his chest shift with each breath. I don’t stop until he’s at the edge of the bed, reaching for me.

“I want you inside me, Nikolai.”

I reach for his waistband.

“No.”

I pull my hand back.

“Finish,” he says. “Lie down, spread your legs, and finish for me.”

I swallow and lie back, sliding my fingers deeper and curling them just right. His eyes follow every movement. My back arches off the bed, and a broken moan tears from my throat. The wet sounds of my fingers moving in and out of my pussy fill the quiet room.