Bratva Prince (Bratva Series Book 2)

I stalked towards Drea, a singular focus on my mind. Hearing her say that nothing else would ever happen between us made the dark beast in me roar to the surface. I never envisioned myself as the type of person who, when denied something, wanted it even more.

Well, it turned out I was.

It made me feel like a fucking child.

A lot of what she said made sense. She was right. Acting on this attraction between us was stupid and reckless. It would cause a fuckton of problems. But right now, in this moment, I didn’t give a flying fuck about any of them.

I wanted Drea. And after her little spiel, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted me too.

I stopped at the edge of the bed, staring down at her. Her eyes were wide, dilated. Fixed on me. Her chest rose and fell with quick, short breaths. Anticipation shone on her face. She was eager to see what I’d do.

I was too.

Keeping my gaze locked on her, I tilted my head back slightly as I poured what was left of my drink past my lips. I gripped her jaw and she moaned at the roughness. I applied the tiniest bit of pressure and her mouth opened. Leaning forward, crowding her space with every inch of my body, I let the liquid fall from my mouth into hers.

Another moan.

Her eyes closed, as if savouring the taste and she swallowed, her throat working up and down.

My cock was already painfully hard. It always was around her. But watching her moan at my touch, her body shivering against mine made it even more so, an agonising ache quickly filling me inside.

I threw the glass over my shoulder and it smashed on the ground as I grabbed her head with both hands and slammed my lips to hers. She tasted so fucking sweet, with the slight hint of alcohol adding to her flavour.

Drea moaned, long and loud, and scrambled up my body, locking her legs around my waist. Her nails scoured my neck, my scalp, as she deepened the kiss, her tongue diving into my mouth.

I’d never been with a woman as aggressive as her in bed. I was usually the aggressor, but I couldn’t deny it felt good having her paw at me like she couldn’t get enough of me.

The bed was right there but I had something more devious planned. I marched us over to the couch and lowered her onto it, prying her legs from around my waist. She whined in protest, trying to lure me back in with a sensuous roll of her hips, but I refused to be deterred.

I gripped her throat and shoved her back into the couch. “Stay—,” I rumbled deeply, adding just the right amount of pressure. “—still.”

Her body went lax in an instant, all but melting.

She might have an aggressive side, but she also had a submissive side. The way she just melted at my command proved that.

I straightened and stared down at her. She was so goddamn pretty. Those amber eyes blinking up at me, full of want and need. It was the hottest thing I’d ever fucking seen. Not to mention the fact that she had the softest lips in the world. I couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around my cock.

But that would have to wait. This time I was doing the tasting.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small piece of black fabric I’d carried with me every day since our interaction in the showers.

Drea’s eyes widened when she saw them. “You took my underwear?”

I smirked, running my fingers through the soft material. I’d washed them since taking them and had thought of them as a good luck charm of sorts.

I balled them up and shoved them into her mouth.

Drea squealed in shock, her eyes bulging. She went to remove them and I pinned her arms down, towering over her. “Touch them and I stop.”

Confusion flashed across her face.

I roughly spread her legs wide and ripped the tight pants from her body, leaving her lower half completely bare.

She groaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her hips rolled, eager, searching. I pinned her ass to the seat to keep her still.

I wanted a moment to look. Admire. Explore.

The tattoos that ran over her stomach were beautifully intricate, so detailed. They travelled over every inch of her soft skin, right down to her pussy.

I dropped to my knees at her feet, this overwhelming need to worship the ground she walked on all but consuming me.

Drea’s breath hitched, her eyes dilating as she stared down her body at me between her legs.

I traced the vine-like pattern of her tattoo over the top of her pussy with my fingers.

She shivered.

“Who did these?” The idea of someone else this close to her pussy made anger shoot through my blood.

She mumbled something around the fabric in her mouth, a scowl aimed my way.

As much as I loved how she looked right now—exposed, desperate, completely at my mercy—I wanted her to answer my question. I removed her underwear to allow her to speak, putting them back in my pocket for safe keeping.

Her eyes tracked the movement. “A friend,” she breathed heavily. Her body tried to move—whether intentionally or not, I wasn’t sure—and I had to secure my forearm across her stomach to keep her still.

“What kind of friend? A normal one, or one like me?”

“You’re not my friend,” she fired back instantly, and I smirked.

“That hurts my feelings, malyshka.”

“You don’t have any feelings.”

I hummed in amusement, my fingers dancing over her skin, spreading her folds wide to get a good look at her clit and the piercing dangling from it.

I never thought it would be something I’d be attracted to but fuck, I was.

Desperation burned in Drea’s eyes. “Do you plan on talking the entire time? Because I can think of way better things you can do with your mouth.”

I chuckled softly. I loved the freedom Drea had with her sexuality. The way she had no issue voicing her wants and desires, the confidence she had within herself and her body.

It was a huge fucking turn on.

“I thought you liked listening to me talk?” I drawled, thickening my Russian accent.

She whimpered, goosebumps pebbling her skin. “I do. You know I do.”

“Then sit back and shut up. I won’t be rushed, Drea.” I swiped my tongue through her drenching folds and she squealed in delight, her body jolting.

So fucking delicious.

“My new favourite flavour,” I groaned, her taste flooding my senses. I circled her clit and sucked her piercing into my mouth.

Drea cried out in pleasure.

“Tell me, malyshka,” I breathed against her, enjoying the way she squirmed. “Did this—” I sucked on her piercing again, “—hurt when you got it done?” I’d asked her that question last night and she hadn’t answered.

I was dying to know what compelled her to get this done.

“You have no idea,” she panted, her hips swivelling, chasing her orgasm.

I kissed her pussy sensually, my tongue fluttering lightly over her delicate pink flesh, trying to figure out what she preferred.

When it came to getting their pussies licked, some women liked it hard and fast. Some liked it slow and soft. Based on the way Drea moaned, the way her body writhed as if she found it impossible to keep still, she preferred slow and soft.

Perfect for me. I liked to fuck hard, but I liked eating pussy slow. Taking my time, enjoying every single moment of it. The way their clit pulsed on my tongue as they came.

It was heavenly.

“You enjoy a little pain?” Considering all the tattoos and piercings, I was fairly sure I knew the answer.

“I love a little pain. Especially with my pleasure.”

My cock throbbed, pulsing in my pants, desperate to sheath itself inside her.

I wasn’t a believer in ‘the perfect woman’. Everyone was flawed. But right now, in this moment, Drea was fucking perfect.

I clamped my mouth over her and sucked. Licked. Nibbled. Devoured. I fed from her like a man starved. Desperate for every ounce of pleasure I could wring out of her.

I was.

Drea moaned, incoherent words in Spanish flying from her mouth as she ground her pussy into my face.

She was stunning. Mesmerizing to watch. Addictive to listen to. Every sound she made was like music to my ears.

I reached underneath her with both hands and palmed her ass. Hard. My fingers dug painfully into her skin, sure enough to leave bruises, and I lifted her lower half up off the couch, holding her at the perfect height, my tongue swirling around her clit, never losing momentum.

When a gush of wetness poured into my mouth, I hummed in appreciation, praising her in Russian.

“Takaya khoroshaya devochka,” Such a good little girl.”

“Na tvoy vkus . czert voz’mi. Takoi sladkii, takoi vkusnyi,”Your taste. Fucking hell. So sweet, so delicious.

“Konchi mne na litso, Drea. Nu davay zhe. Day eto mne,” Come all over my face, Drea. Come on. Give it to me.”

Drea’s breathing increased, panting moans falling from her lips with each word I said. “Dios, your voice. More, Aleksandr, more. Please.”

I loved the way she said my name. In the throes of pleasure, her Spanish side took over, making it sound exotic.

“That’s it, malyshka. Beg me.” I speared her pussy with my tongue, her inner walls fluttering around it.

She was close, and I knew exactly how to tip her over the edge.

Lowering her back down to the couch, I spread her legs wider and replaced my tongue with two fingers, impaling her roughly.

“Fuck!” she cried out.

“We’ll get to that. Soon,” I promised darkly, pumping my fingers in and out, my eyes never leaving her, committing every detail to memory.

I placed my other hand on her pelvis and pushed down as I curled my fingers inside her.

Drea exploded. Her pussy clamped down, squeezing me as a long, deep, pleasure-filled moan fell from her lips. Her body shook, her back arching before she slumped back, her breathing hard.

I pushed my fingers in and out a few more times before pulling them out slowly, admiring all the wetness dripping from her. I got to my feet, staring down at her as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean.

Drea watched me with glassy eyes. Her gaze darted down to the bulge in my pants and back up again. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip.

I leaned forward and pulled her lip free, running my thumb along it slowly, admiringly. “I’ve thought about these pretty, soft lips around my cock since the first moment I met you.”

A smirk danced on Drea’s face. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip tauntingly, rising up off the couch. “Have you now?”

I gripped her throat and pushed her back down, snapping my belt open with my other hand. “Yes, I have. Now, are you going to take my cock like a good little girl? Or do I need to force it down your throat like you’re a bad little whore?”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Bad little whore,” she said breathlessly, eagerness in her tone.

I grinned darkly.

Fucking perfection.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Keeping my grip on her throat tight, I pulled my belt free with my other hand and snapped the button on my pants open.

After weeks of wondering how it would feel being inside her, I was finally going to find out.

At least, I thought I was.

The blaring noise of my phone ringing cut through the air and I stiffened.

“Don’t answer it,” Drea begged, her fingers curling around my hand, making me squeeze her throat tighter.

My cock throbbed painfully. I groaned. “I have to.” It was my personal phone. Only my family members had that number. They wouldn’t call unless it was important.

I leaned back, pulling my phone from my pocket and glancing at the screen.

Illayana.

Despite how annoyed and frustrated I was at being interrupted, I couldn’t help the smile flashing over my face.

I hadn’t spoken to my sister since dropping her off at the airport. She’d been busy establishing herself within the Cosa Nostra. And with the amount of shit I’d been dealing with over the last few weeks, I hadn’t had the chance to check in with her.

“Sestra,” Sister, I said affectionately, shaking my head. “This isn’t a good time.”

Illayana’s soft chuckle rang through the phone. “Nice to hear from you too, starshiy brat.” Big brother.

Drea stiffened beneath me, her face morphing into an unreadable expression. She pushed away from me and got to her feet, making me frown at the sudden change in her.

“Really. It’s not a good time. I’ll call you back.” I watched as Drea put her clothes back on, my confusion skyrocketing.

“Don’t you dare hang up on me, Aleksandr Grigoriy Volkov.”

I huffed out a breath. “Don’t ‘middle name’ me, Illayana. I’m your older brother.”

Drea paused, glancing over her shoulder at me. She bit her lip, an embarrassed blush rising on her cheeks.

What the fuck was going on in that woman’s head? She was driving me crazy.

“Whatever. Since you’re soooo busy then, I’ll make it quick. I’m calling to invite you to a surprise party I’m throwing for Arturo’s thirtieth birthday.”

“Pass,” I grunted. Just because she was married to the guy didn’t mean I wanted to spend time with him or his family any more than I needed to.

“Oh come on, please?! I already called Nik and he said he’d go. You have to come. Pretty please?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Well, I’d rather not have a grumpy, antisocial older brother, but we don’t all get what we want, do we?” she snapped back.

I frowned. “I’m not grumpy—”

Drea snorted and I narrowed my eyes at her.

“And I’m not antisocial either.”

“Prove it then. Come to the party. You owe me,” Illayana said firmly.

“For what?” I said, my voice rising in disbelief.

“I dunno. Give me a few days to think of something and I’ll let you know.”

I shook my head in exasperation. “Fine. Text me the details.”

“Yes! Thank you.”

I grunted.

We talked for a few more minutes, catching up quickly with the promise of talking again soon, before we said our goodbyes and hung up.