Page 37 of Bratva's Mercy
And I allowed it.
Because for the first time, Leo was looking down at me with something other than hatred, and the pleasure radiating from him was enough to keep me at his feet, allowing him to ravage my throat despite the soreness that was building in my jaw. I had this one chance to convince him this was not just a onetime thing between us, and I had every intention of getting it right.
I widened my jaw, relaxed the back of my throat, and moaned around his girth.
“Fuck.”
He canted his hips, slowing down to fuck my throat with steady strokes. Fuck the stinging in my eyes. Fuck my burning lungs. Who needed air when I already felt so lightheaded from the pleasure I was giving him?
“That’s enough.”
Just when I thought he was going to come, Leo took a step back, his chest heaving with each sharp inhale, and my attention snagged on the ring in his navel. It caught the light when he moved, a small, deliberate detail that felt completely at odds with the control he’d been wielding a second ago. My gaze lingered there longer than it should have, tracking the rise and fall of his abdomen, the way his muscles tightened as he fought to steady himself.
He looked shaken. I’d done that. Pushed him there. And now he was pulling back before it could go any further, like he needed the distance to regain control.
I stayed where I was, still on my knees, watching him, waiting for whatever came next.
“So, how was I?” I asked.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It was…okay.”
Just okay? Liar.
I looked him straight in the eye. “You’ll have to give me some pointers next time, so I’ll be better than okay. I want to please you just right.”
Slowly, I rose to my feet as I sensed him retreating, but I refused to let him. I leaned into his space and placed my lips against his ear. “Next time it’ll be better without the condom.”
I tilted my head to the side and sought his lips with mine. We’d barely touched when he turned his head away. Balled fists hit my chest, and he shoved me back. I leaned into theshove and took a step back, once again getting whiplash from his reaction. A second ago, he’d been fucking my throat with wild abandon, and now he was pushing me away as if I’d overstepped.
“You’re changing your mind?” I asked.
“What—no.” He shuffled over to the shower bench and sat. “Come over here.”
I didn’t bother asking him where he wanted me. I straddled his lap, this time taking his face into my hand so he couldn’t avoid my kiss.
“Ser—”
My name ended in a muffled sound as our mouths smashed against each other. For a split second, he tensed beneath my hands, his fingers curling instinctively against my sides like he meant to push me away again.
He didn’t. The resistance bled out of him in a slow exhale, his body softening against me. His lips parted against mine, and that was all the permission I needed.
The kiss changed.
What had started sharp and almost confrontational turned into something deeper, heavier, heat building fast, dragging us both under before either of us could pretend this was anything we could control. Leo’s grip shifted. Instead of pushing me away, his hands slid up, fisting in my shoulders, then my neck, pulling me closer like he decided that he wasn’t letting me go either. A low sound vibrated out of him, and it went straight to my head.
Fuck.
I deepened the kiss, slower now, learning him the way I hadn’t been allowed to last night when I humped his leg. The shape of his mouth, the softness of his lower lip, the way his breath hitched when I tilted my head and changed the angle. His control slipped in small, telling ways. A tighter grip. Asharper inhale. The way his hips shifted beneath me, his nails digging into my back.
I heard the bottle of lube open, then hit the floor. Fingers pressed between my cheeks, finding my crease and pressing against it. I bit his bottom lip and trailed kisses over his cheek.
“Leo—”
This time, he kissed me as if he didn’t want to hear what I had to say, and I was okay with that. We got along much better when we weren’t talking. He smacked two fingers against my opening, and I felt myself pulsing, desperate for penetration. I moved my ass back, begging via the moans at the back of my throat.
A long, elegant finger shoved inside me, and a shiver ran down my spine. Our kiss turned deeper while another finger plunged inside me. His tongue was in my mouth, then mine in his as I raised my hips a tiny bit, then moved back down, fucking myself on his fingers.
“You’re so needy, dollface,” he whispered, gasping for air. “Are you always like this with other men?”
