Bratva Prince (Bratva Series Book 2)

Aleksandr’s grip on my nape was tight, restrictive as he led me through the foyer of the house and up the wide circular staircase. He hadn’t acknowledged me once in the car ride here, even though I’d tried breaking the tension with conversation several times. Neither Aleksandr nor Nikolai engaged in it. They both weren’t interested in talking to each other, let alone to me.

I decided to wait until I was alone with Aleksandr to pry into the logistics of what had happened. Which, with the way he was marching through the house, would be any second now.

Instead of taking me to the room I’d been staying in, he opened another door on the same floor, pushing me inside.

“Okay, enough with the manhandling,” I snapped, shoving away from him. I took a cursory glance at the room. A huge four-poster bed with exotic black silk sheets. Dark curtains and dark furniture. A rich, alluring scent that surrounded me from all sides, somehow managing to comfort me and turn me on all at the same time.

It was a purely masculine smell, Aleksandr through and through.

The slam of the door made me spin, facing Aleksandr down. We glared at each other. He was mad about whatever the fuck happened with Logan, and I was mad we were even in this position to begin with.

“What the fuck, Aleksandr?” I said, trying not to let myself get too worked up. “Why did you do that? What did Logan—”

Aleksandr lunged forward, his hand wrapping around my throat. I gasped at the suddenness of it. He pushed me backwards until I collapsed onto the bed, his body folding over mine. “I never want to hear his name come out of your mouth again,” he growled, staring me dead in the eyes.

My mouth dropped open. “You’re jealous,” I breathed in disbelief. Was that whole thing with Logan all because he was jealous?

“Of course I am,” he admitted with no problem whatsoever. “You think I like hearing about his hands on your body? That he knows how you taste, what you sound like when you come? You’re mine.”

What the fuck had Logan said to him?

His mouth descended on mine, full of want and need and passion as he kissed me deeply.

Jesus, this man and his tongue! Wait, what did he just say?

I ripped my mouth away. “Yours?” I echoed, licking my lips, savouring his taste.

He gripped my jaw roughly. “Mine and only mine.” He kissed me again, his words igniting a fire in my belly.

There was still so much we needed to talk about, so much we needed to address. He couldn’t keep me here any longer. He needed to let me go. I’d managed to convince Juan not to open fire, but I knew my brother. With the way we’d left things, he’d be anxious. Chomping at the bit to do something—anything—to get me back and out of harm’s way.

But all of that was second on my mind right now. First was Aleksandr. His lips. His touch. His smell. I was borderline obsessed with him and everything about him. Obsessed with his rough, dominating ways. His kind, caring heart he kept guarded behind a mountain of obstacles.

Aleksandr tore my shirt from my body and then, using a knife, cut my bra in half, my breasts spilling out.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, staring down at me in awe. He leaned forward, taking my nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue and my back arched off the bed, pleasure soaring through me.

“Fuck, Aleksandr,” I moaned, holding his head to my chest.

He switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention as he had the first.

I panted, licking my lips, so eager for him to move further down and put that very talented tongue to good use. But I should have known Aleksandr wouldn’t be rushed, no matter how many hints I gave him. He liked to take his time. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but when I was as horny as I was right now, I didn’t want to go slow.

He kissed, licked and nibbled at my skin, leaving tiny little love bites over my breasts and stomach. I squirmed underneath him, lust pulsing low in my stomach. He abruptly got to his feet, leaving me aching and confused. I propped myself up on my elbows, tilting my head to the side as I watched him slowly shed his clothes.

Fuck me. His body was to diiiiiiieeee for. Washboard abs. Hard, toned muscles. Clear, distinct v-line (which, I’ll be honest, was one of my favourite parts on a man).

His pants hung low on his hips, a dark, sinful look on his face as he crooked his finger at me, urging me forward.

Tingles shot up my spine, shivers dancing over my skin. How could one simple movement be so sinfully erotic?

I crawled to him on my hands and knees, the height of the bed putting me at exact eye level with the monster in his pants.

“On your back, head hanging over the bed,” he commanded.

Oh boy.

The world flipped upside down as I turned over, excitement exploding within me. Aleksandr unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out.

Big. Thick. Heavy. Suckable, for sure.

He moved until his cock hovered over my lips, his hand stroking up and down leisurely. “Open.” His voice was rough. Husky. Deep. Laced with want and hunger.

I opened my mouth wide. He bent his knees slightly and eased his cock past my lips. His hand collared my throat in a light hold as he slowly thrust in and out.

“Blyad, I knew your mouth would feel good,” he groaned, his head rolling back.

My stomach tightened, my pussy tingling at his rough, masculine groans. It turned me on so much hearing men groan. There was just something different about it. Something hot and sexy and utterly intoxicating. I wanted to make him feel good and drown the room in his pleasure.

I hollowed my cheeks, trying to move my head to take more of him.

“No.” Aleksandr’s hold on my throat tightened slightly. “If I want you to move, I’ll tell you. You just lie there like a good little fuck toy and take my cock until I’m done with you.”

I moaned, saliva dripping out of the side of my mouth as his thrusts increased. His cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged.

“Swallow. Breathe through your nose. That’s it. You’re doing so well, malyshka.” His hands moved, grabbing the sides of my face and holding me completely still. He thrust in and out, using my body and my mouth as he wanted.

Wetness slicked down my thighs at the way he just took his pleasure. The forcefulness of it, the way he grunted and growled as he moved faster and faster.

“Use your teeth. Ah fuck, that’s it. You like having your mouth stuffed full of cock, don’t you? You like having your face fucked. Fuck toys always do.”

It was next to impossible to even try talking, so I simply nodded, moaning around him. I moved my hand down my stomach, shoving it into my pants and tugging on my clit piercing. He turned me on so much I could barely stand it. I was so eager, so pent up I was literally shaking.

With each thrust he plunged himself further and further down my throat, tears streaming down my face.

“You look so pretty when you cry, malyshka,” he praised, pulling his cock out. He tapped it against my lips. “You did very good. Stand.”

I climbed to my feet on the bed, my skin on fire and my heart pounding. A predatory gaze shone in his eyes as he studied me from head to toe. He picked up the knife he’d used to cut my bra off, twirling it around his fingers in a way that showed how skilled he was with the blade.

A shiver wracked my body. God, he looked positively devilish right now, staring at me like he wanted to eat me.

I hoped he would.

“Don’t move.” He sliced the remainder of my clothes from my body, the fabric falling away. He ran the tip of the blade up my thigh slowly, and I had to squeeze my hands into fists to stop myself from jumping him. I wanted to see what he’d do next.

I stood before him in all my naked glory, his eyes running over every inch of my exposed tattooed skin.

His eyes sliced to my pussy and anger flared in his eyes. I knew he was looking at Logan’s name there. “I hate that you have another man’s name on your body,” he growled darkly. “I want it to be mine instead.”

He leaned forward, burying his head between my breasts as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hand wound its way into my hair and he snatched my head back, his tongue running up my neck, over my chin and plunging into my mouth.

I moaned, grinding my pussy against his hard abs.

“Needy little thing,” he whispered into my mouth, his kiss turning feral. Ferocious.

My back smacked into one of the vertical columns of the four-poster bed and Aleksandr hoisted me up, diving his head into the apex of my thighs as he threw my legs over his shoulder. His mouth closed over my clit and sucked hard.

I squealed in delight. I gripped his hair for stability, my hips bucking as I rode that perfectly chiselled face.

Pleasure burst through me with every lick and stroke of his tongue and I moaned.

“I fucking love that sound. And this pussy. So pretty, and pink, and—” his tongue speared inside me, a deep, guttural groan falling out of his mouth and vibrating along my pussy, “—tight,” he finished, lavishing at my entrance. “So fucking tight.”

“Oh, mierda, Aleksandr, don’t stop,” I panted, my orgasm fast approaching.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he praised, hands gripping my ass tightly as he ground me harder against his face. His tongue moved from my entrance to my clit in long, languid strokes, delving between my folds and completely ravishing me.

He was eating my pussy like he couldn’t get enough of it. Like he was starved for it. For the taste of me. For my pleasure.

There was nothing sexier than a man who loved going down on a woman. And fuck, did Aleksandr love it. It was clear in the way he just threw himself into it with eagerness and excitement.

“Fuck, I could eat you all day and it would never be enough. I want to imprint your taste on my tongue forever.” Said tongue swirled around my clit twice before his teeth tugged on my piercing and I came undone.

My orgasm hit me hard, rocking straight through my body. My back arched, my hands pulling at his hair as I moaned deeply, white-hot pleasure burning in my veins.

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my head with your legs. Suffocate me with your pussy.” I thrust against him, his filthy words prolonging that amazing pleasure soaring inside me.

Aleksandr cradled me tight, lowering me back onto the bed. He climbed up my body, looking down at me with the savageness of a man eager to fuck, and fuck hard.

“You’re mine, aren’t you Drea?” he rumbled softly. He didn’t say my name very often. The majority of the time he called me by some Russian word that, even though I had no idea what it meant, gave me all the tingles. But when he did say my name, I swear my heart skipped a beat. “Tell me you’re mine.” He cupped my pussy roughly and I gasped. “That this is mine. That every inch of you belongs to me.”

I didn’t answer, because we both knew it wasn’t true. How could it be when he was marrying someone else? But that was something we were both willing to ignore in the moment.

Instead I leaned forward, kissing him with all the emotion I couldn’t voice. He kissed me back, cradling my face in his hands in what could be seen as a tender movement, but I knew better than that.

Maybe Aleksandr cared for me on some level, maybe he didn’t. I doubted I would ever find out to be honest.

He spread my legs, easing his cock inside. Pleasure surged within me, spreading out to all my limbs in a rushing wave. I felt full. Complete. Whole.

Aleksandr moved, first slow and deep, his hips rotating in sensual circles, then gradually getting faster and faster with each stroke until the bed started banging into the wall.

His hands were all over me. In my hair. Gripping my breasts. Palming my ass. His deep, masculine grunts ricocheted around the room. I met him thrust for thrust, scratching at his skin. I clamped my teeth down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and he hissed, his eyes flaring.

“You remember your safe word?” he breathed huskily, picking up the pace.

I nodded, a chill running down my spine. What did he have planned?

“Use it if you need it.” He pinned both of my hands down above my head with one of his, the action leaving me completely vulnerable and open to him. I strained against him, testing his strength. I didn’t move an inch.

He smirked down at me. “Is that all you’ve got, malyshka?” he taunted, driving forward with deep thrusts.

I moaned, the force that he was fucking me with making my tits bounce up and down. God, he felt so fucking gooooood. I never wanted it to stop.

A delightful mix of surprise, pain and pleasure rocked through me when he slapped me across the face. It wasn’t a hard blow. In fact, I doubted he used even 5% of the power he was capable of. It didn’t hurt in the slightest. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I’d never been hit during sex before, but fuck did it do something to my insides. I was on fire, my pussy dripping so much you could hear it every time he moved in and out of me.

He chuckled smugly. “I knew you’d like that. My perfect little fuck toy.” His pace quickened, leaving me gasping and breathless.

The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t keep still, thrashing and bucking against him. “Yes, Aleksandr. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you, baby. So do you.” He buried his head into the crook of my neck, pounding and pounding and pounding. He kept one hand wrapped around both of my wrists, holding me down and forcing me to take what he was giving me.

His teeth latched into the side of my neck and that was all I needed for my orgasm to take over. I screamed out his name as mind-numbing pleasure overtook me, washing away all my worries and replacing it with the best, most euphoric feeling I’d ever experienced.

My pussy clamped down hard on his cock and his head snapped up, a loud, long groan falling from his mouth. One hand slapped onto the headboard as he fucked me ruthlessly, prolonging my own pleasure while he chased his own.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his thrusts turning wild. Chaotic. Veins throbbed in the side of his neck, his muscles bulging and his jaw clenching. The sight of him alone was enough to get me started all over again.

His lips smashed against mine, his tongue diving into my mouth. He moaned low in his throat as he emptied himself inside me.

“Are you going to tell me what happened between you and ‘he who’s name I am forbidden to say’?” I asked, drawing light circles into Aleksandr’s chest while my head rested on his shoulder. We were both still naked, our limbs intertwined and bodies relaxed.

After he’d cleaned me up with a warm cloth, he climbed back into the bed, pulling the blanket over us both and wrapping me up in his arms. It was the first time we’d ever cuddled like this, not that I was complaining. His size made him one comfy cuddler. And it was just nice to be with him, to spend time with him in such a calm and peaceful setting.

I don’t think we’d ever been this relaxed around one another.

Aleksandr toyed with a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger as he stared ahead. He was relaxed—emphasis on the was. Because the moment I asked my question he’d tensed beneath me, a small, annoyed growl rumbling in his throat.

“Growl all you want, we’re talking about this.” I propped myself up on my elbows, giving him a hard look. “What happened? What did he say?”

He studied the expression on my face, releasing an aggravated breath. “He spoke in great detail about the sexual experiences you shared together.”

I wrinkled my nose. Well, shit. That could mean anything. Logan and I had done a lot of stuff together.

“Like what? What did he say, specifically?”

“That he was the first and only man to ever fuck you in the ass, and that meant your ass belonged to him. That the moment I let you go, he was going to fuck you and make you forget all about me.” His whole body vibrated with anger, a dark, evil look streaking across his face.

Fucking Logan.

I mean, he was right. In a way. He was the only man I’d ever done anal with. But that didn’t mean any part of me belonged to him. We had great sexual chemistry, but that was it. We never emotionally connected, which was one of the reasons why our relationship never progressed past ‘fuck buddies’.

He likely saw Aleksandr’s possessiveness towards me and decided to fuck with him. Logan wasn’t a particularly jealous man, but he did have a bit of an ego on him. Aleksandr was bigger, stronger, sexier, and that would have made Logan feel threatened. So, he did what he needed to do, finding a way to one up Aleksandr.

“And that pissed you off?” That was a stupid question to ask. He’d basically choked Logan out.

“I don’t like hearing about you with other men. I don’t like thinking about you with other men.”

I didn’t like picturing him with other women either, so I couldn’t really blame him for getting pissy about it. If it was me I’d probably do the same thing, to be honest.

I blew out a nervous breath. Now was as good a time as any to talk about what we needed to talk about. I hated ruining the peaceful moment between us, but it had to happen.

“Aleksandr.”

He stiffened at my serious tone.

“You need to let me go.”

“Do I?” he drawled, leaning forward to plant tiny little kisses over my exposed chest.

I knew exactly what he was trying to do: distract me with that very talented tongue of his. And it was very close to working, but I pushed the fanny flutters down. I wouldn’t be swayed.

“Yes.” I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. He retreated instantly, a frown on his brows. “Enough is enough. You can’t keep me here any longer. There’s no reason to. What happened between the cartel and the Bratva was unfortunate, but there’s no need for our rivalry to continue. I can put a stop to it all if you just let me go.” As much as I hated the idea of leaving him, I knew it was for the best. Not only for both of our organisations, but for myself as well. I needed to distance myself from him now, before he left for Russia. Before he married someone else. Otherwise it would hurt me more in the long run.

“I don’t need to do anything,” he said, smirking. “You belong to me, and I’ll keep you here for as long as I like.”

I let my vulnerability show across my face. “I can’t belong to you if you can’t belong to me. It works both ways. Do you expect me to sit around and be your side piece while you go off and marry another woman?” I shook my head. “No. You and I had fun together, but that’s all it will ever be. You need to let me go now.”

Anger and frustration burned in his eyes. He got to his feet, giving me his back as he angrily put his clothes back on, shoving his arms into his shirt and his legs into his pants. He mumbled something in Russian as he tucked his shirt into his pants, running a hand through his hair.

I sat up, the blanket falling to my waist as I watched him with cautious eyes. “Aleksandr?”

He turned, eyes darting down to my tits for a moment, like he couldn’t help it, and back up again. “Put your clothes on.”

I was irritated with him and his attitude. Surely he didn’t expect me to be his dirty little mistress? The woman on the sidelines while he fucked, married and had kids with someone else?

Maybe it was my fault. Even after he told me about the arrangement his grandfather made, the one being forced upon him, I didn’t take a step back. I pushed on, fucking him on the table at the Rage Room. I suppose that could have been classified as mixed signals.

Well, no more. I had to think about what was best for me, because as much as I wished for it, Aleksandr couldn’t put me first.