Kings Of The Bratva
His curly raven hair was disheveled in a sexy way, his cloudless-blue eyes peered at me with the softness of daisies, and my God, he had to do something about those broad shoulders and toned abs because it would be the freaking death of me.
I bit my lip, remembering this sexy ass man kissed me last night. He fucked me, hard.
“How was your night?” He smiled in a way that said he was teasing me.
I rolled my eyes. “Could have been better.” I still had to preserve whatever self-esteem I had left.
Nikolai’s smile only widened, showing off his fine set of white teeth. “Could have?”
“Yes,” I answered sharply. “For a mafia boss who’s probably fucked half the women in New York, your skills at pleasur
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