Page 7 of Brutal Union (Ruthless Mafia Kings #8)

“You don’t want to finish your job,” she teases. Her fingers move to the holsters strapped to her thighs, unbuckling them with practiced ease. The other weapons she was ready to use clatter to the floor.

“Do you normally talk back to the person in control of educating you?”

“Is that an order not to speak?”

The slit in the dress had already given me a glimpse of her long legs, but now they’re fully on display, smooth and toned and begging to be touched.

“It’s an order not to speak back,” I murmur, my voice thick with approval. “Now come here.”

She steps closer, her hips swaying with every step, and I can see the way her nipples harden under the dim lights of the city. She stops just in front of me, her hands resting on my knees as she looks down at me with those dark, hungry eyes.

“Undress me,” I command, my voice low and firm.

Her hands move to my tie first, fingers trembling as they work the silk loose.

Each brush of her fingertips against my throat makes my jaw clench with restraint.

She moves to the buttons of my shirt next, taking her time, her touch lingering as she pushes the fabric aside.

"Like this, sir?" she purrs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her nails scrape lightly over my chest, and my muscles tense under her touch. The way she's looking at me—part defiant, part eager—makes my pulse thunder in my ears. "You follow instructions surprisingly well, Hime."

She pulls the tie completely free, and I take it from her, our fingers brushing in the exchange, my eyes never leaving hers. "Turn around, and “give me your hands,” I order, my voice dropping to a growl .

She obeys without hesitation, turning her back to me and placing her hands behind her back.

I wrap the tie around her wrists, pulling it tight enough to make her gasp. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I have to fight the urge to take her right then and there.

“If you think following instructions will stop your punishment. You’re wrong ,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You were a very naughty girl, Nadia.”

She shivers at the sound of my voice, her body trembling with anticipation. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“Not good enough,” I growl, my hand coming down hard on her ass. The sound of the slap echoes through the room, and she cries out, her body arching into the pain.

“Again,” I command, and she obeys, her voice louder this time. “I’m sorry!”

I spank her again, harder this time, and she moans, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure that sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Her skin is already starting to redden under my hand, and I can feel the way her body responds to the punishment, her hips rocking back against me.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my hand rubbing over the spot I just spanked. “Take your punishment like a good girl.”

I spank her again and again, each one harder than the last, until she’s panting and moaning, her body trembling with need. Her skin is hot under my hand, and I can feel the way she’s dripping wet, her arousal soaking through the thin fabric of her panties .

“You’re such a brat,” I say, my voice low and rasp from the growing want in my body. “You think you can talk back to me? Disrespect my allies in my territory?”

She whimpers, her body shaking as I continue to spank her. "I'm sorry, Sho," she gasps, her voice trembling.

"Please, I'll be good."

"You'll be good?" I ask, my hand pausing mid-air. "Prove it." She moans almost playfully, taunting me. "You need more don't you, Hime?"

"Maybe I do," she breathes, her voice thick with defiance and desire. "What are you going to do about it?"

I laugh darkly, the sound rumbling through my chest. "Oh, you're about to find out exactly what happens to brats who can't keep their mouths shut."

My next strike lands harder, and she arches against the silk binding her wrists. The smooth fabric shifts and slides with her movement - too slippery to hold properly.

"Trying to get free?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous.

"We'll fix that."

I reach behind her, loosening the silk tie from her wrists. The fabric falls away, and for a moment her hands are free.

I grab her by the hair, pulling her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Her eyes are wide, filled with a mix of fear and desire that only fuels my need to dominate her. I pat the space on the floor next to me on the couch. “On your knees,” I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.

She hesitates for a moment, but then she’s on the floor, kneeling before me like the submissive little brat she is.

I unbuckle my belt, the sound of leather sliding through the loops making her shiver.

I wrap it around her wrists, pulling it tightly behind her back.

She gasps as I secure the belt, her body tensing under my control.

“Now,” I say, crouching down so I’m eye level with her. “Open your mouth.”

She hesitates again, and I can see the defiance in her eyes. “No,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smirk, grabbing her chin and forcing her mouth open. “You really don’t learn, do you?” I say, ripping her panties off and stuffing them into her mouth. She gags slightly, but I don’t give her a chance to adjust. “You’re going to take what I give you, and you’re going to like it.”

Her body trembles beneath me, knees pressed into the carpet, lips parted like she’s already half-mine. The sight punches the breath from my lungs in a way I don’t show.

I watch her eyes trace the lines of my chest like they’ve forgotten how to look anywhere else.

“You like what you see?” I tease, fisting my cock in my hand.

She tries to swallow, her nostrils flaring as she tries to take a deep breath before biting down on the panties in her mouth with a look of defiance.

“I am going to have to spank that pretty ass until my handprint is permanently engraved on it, aren’t I?”

She struggles against the belt, her perky tits bouncing for me as she pouts, the sound muffled, “Promise?”

I chuckle low, before gripping her hips hard, dragging her closer until her thighs brush mine and her chest rises shallowly, her inhale audible despite the gag. Her body fits between my hands like it remembers this position—like it needs it.

I lower my voice, rough and edged with the hunger I’m done pretending not to feel.

“Come here,” I murmur, pulling her in until there’s nowhere else to run.

I can smell her arousal, the scent driving me wild. It hits me like blood on steel—sharp, heady, and addictive. My fingers tighten around her hips as I lift her, effortlessly, like she weighs nothing.

She gasps, breath catching in her throat, and I don’t give her time to think.

I grip her waist pulling her onto the couch, laying her out like something sacred and already ruined—her back pressing into the cushions, her legs instinctively parting for me.

Her pussy is pink, clit pulsing with want and her arousal shining down her thighs.

She looks like my favorite fucking meal.

“Mmm is all this for me, Hime?” I blow a stream of air onto her pussy, and she shakes, trying to get away from me. “Did you make a mess for me?”

My eyes lock with hers between the valley of her breasts, and she moans pushing her pussy forward.

I smack her clit lightly, and she arches away from me.“What do we say, when we want someone to eat out our pussy?”

“Please-” she muffles out a pout, through the panties in her mouth, her body shaking like she can’t wait for another second.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” I tease, my arms wrapping around her thighs, holding her open for me .

My tongue slides between her folds, and she moans, her body arching into me. I lick her slowly, savoring the taste of her as she squirms under my touch. I can feel her trying to pull away, but I hold her firmly in place, my tongue working her clit with precision.

"You taste so fucking good," I murmur against her, my breath hot on Nadia’s sensitive skin. She shivers under me, her thighs trembling in my grip. "But you’re still not being good. After you practically begged me to taste this sweet little cunt, you’re not going to be still and take it?"

Her hips buck involuntarily, a whimper escaping her lips as I drag my tongue up her slit again in slow teasing strokes. The salt-sweet tang of her arousal coats my mouth, and I groan against her, savoring every drop.

"Sho—" she gasps around her panties, drooling from the corner of her lips."Please?—"

"Please what?" I pull back just enough to watch her squirm, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention, but I keep my focus lower, tracing lazy circles around her clit with my thumb. "Use your words."

She lets out a muffled whine, "I need?—"

"Need?" I raise an eyebrow, pressing down harder with my thumb, just enough to make her jerk. "You don’t get what you need. You get what I give you."

Her breath hitches as I lean back in, sealing my lips over her clit and sucking gently.

Her entire body tenses, a choked moan tearing from her throat as pleasure ripples through her.

I can feel her legs shaking, trying to clamp around my head, but I tighten my grip on her thighs, keeping her spread wide open for me .

"None of that," I growl against her flesh before flicking my tongue over her clit in quick, sharp strokes. Her back arches off the couch, as she lets out a broken cry.

I don’t let up. Not when she whimpers my name like a prayer. Not when her hips start rocking against my mouth, chasing her release. I know exactly how to play her body—when to ease off just enough to make her beg, when to push her right to the edge before pulling her back.

And right now? She’s close.

I slide two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just right as my tongue keeps working her clit. Her walls clamp down around me instantly, wet and tight, and she lets out a high-pitched moan that goes straight to my cock.

"Fuck—Sho—I can’t?—"