Dark Obsession: An Age Gap, Bratva Romance (Chicago Bratva Series)

I wake up to the unmistakable sensation of something warm and soft wrapped around my cock.

A slow smile spreads across my face, my eyes still closed as I revel in the feeling. I don’t need to look to know who or what it is. Her fingers, delicate but firm, stroking me, getting me hard.

I crack one eye open and see Elena lying beside me, that familiar mischievous smirk tugging at her lips.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Shh,” she whispers, her hand squeezing me just right. “Close your eyes. Focus on the sensation.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Bossy this morning, aren’t we?” I tease, but I do as she says, closing my eyes and sinking into the feeling of her hand working me over.

Her fingers slide up and down my shaft, slow and deliberate, and fuck, it feels incredible. I can feel her gaze on me, watching my reaction, knowing exactly what she’s doing. Her thumb grazes over the head, spreading the pre-cum, and a low groan escapes me.

“God, you’re such a tease.”

“Me?” she whispers playfully, her voice soft but sultry. “I’m just giving you what you need.”

I exhale sharply, my body already strung tight with tension. “Keep going, and I’ll show you exactly what I need, princess.”

She laughs softly, her hand never slowing. “Not until I’ve had my fun.”

I bite back a groan. She’s driving me insane and I fucking love it.

Then, I feel her lips on me. Soft and warm, she starts at the base of my cock, kissing and sucking gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. Slowly, she works her way up, her tongue teasing with every inch, moving higher and higher until she finally reaches the tip.

I can’t resist. I open my eyes, catching the sight of her with my cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around me. God, she looks so fucking sexy like that.

She pulls back just enough to give me a playful glare. “What did I say about keeping your eyes closed?”

I chuckle, my breath hitching. “Can’t help it. The sight of you with my cock in your mouth is too damn hot.”

She rolls her eyes, but I can see the smile playing on her lips. “My technique isn’t exactly perfect. Can’t a girl have a little privacy while she works?”

I laugh softly. “You’re doing just fine, princess.”

She shakes her head but doesn’t argue, taking me back into her mouth. I let my eyes fall shut again, focusing on the sensation. Her mouth is warm and wet, her tongue flicking against me as she takes me deeper. Each time her lips slide over me, I can feel myself getting harder, the pleasure building with every stroke of her mouth.

Her rhythm is slow and teasing, driving me to the edge and holding me there. Fuck, she’s got me right where she wants me, and I’m not complaining.

She picks up the pace, her hand gripping me tighter, the soft, wet sounds of her mouth on my cock filling the air. Every stroke of her lips, every flick of her tongue, pushes me closer to the edge. I’m barely holding on, my body coiled tight, feeling like I’m about to explode.

And then—BANG BANG BANG. The knocks come hard and purposefully against the door.

My eyes snap open, Elena’s wide-eyed expression mirroring my own.

Shit.

“Elena? You up?” A voice calls out from the other side of the door.

Luk, of all fucking people.

Panic shoots through me. I spring out of bed, buck naked and still hard as a rock, grabbing my clothes in a rush. Elena sits up, pulling the sheets over herself, her expression caught somewhere between amusement and panic.

“There’s a window in the bathroom,” she whispers quickly.

I nod, bending down to kiss her one last time, tasting her lips, adrenaline pumping through me. “To be continued,” she says with a sly smile.

My pulse races as I dash into the en suite bathroom. The door shuts behind me just in time, and I’m already scrambling to get dressed.

I yank on my clothes in record time, scanning the bathroom like a man on a mission. The window is my only exit, and the more Luk knocks, the more I realize I’m out of time.

“Elena, you up?” he calls again, his tone impatient.

“I need two minutes to get dressed, damn it!” she replies.

Good girl.

I listen through the door, my ear pressed to the wood. After a moment, I hear Elena give him the all-clear. “Come in.”

Footsteps. Luk enters and I catch another voice—Lev.

Fuck.

I stand frozen for a second, straining to listen.

“What’s the deal, guys?”

“We wanted to talk about last night,” Luk says. “We were thinking that maybe we were a little too hard on you.”

“Yeah,” Lev adds. “You’re smart, Elena, and you’re more than capable. We know that. We just worry about you, especially with this cartel nonsense going on.”

Elena responds, keeping it cool. “Okay, good. Thanks for the apology.”

But they don’t leave. My heart hammers in my chest as Lev speaks again. “We also need to talk about Grigori.”

Shit.

Do they know? Are they onto us?

I tense, ready to bolt, when Lev’s voice drops. “Hold on, I need to use the bathroom first.”

No time. I grip the edge of the window, throw it open, and haul myself through, praying to whatever higher power there is that I don’t make a sound.

I’m out.

I drop down onto the balcony below with a quiet thud, my legs absorbing the impact. From there, I make the final drop to the ground, landing in a low crouch. I scan the area and spot the guards making their rounds, oblivious to the fact that I’m slipping right out from under their noses.

With practiced precision, I give them the slip, weaving through the shadows of the garden’s expanse, moving quickly and quietly between the tall hedges and trees.

The garden is vast, a perfect cover. I stick to the outskirts, keeping low until I hit the perimeter fence. I glance back toward the mansion, a smirk tugging at my lips. I’m sneaking around like some lovestruck teenager.

What the hell am I doing?

I shake my head, unable to deny the heat still simmering beneath my skin. The stress of the escape hasn’t erased the way Elena’s mouth felt on me, the way she teased me just right. Damn, I’m still turned on.

I reach the fence, scaling it quickly and dropping down to the other side.

Bam. I’m out.

I hurry to my car and climb inside. As I fire up the engine, I’m already planning when I’ll see her next.

I drive through the streets, the skies are gray and cloudy, casting a dreary pall over Chicago. Another day, another storm brewing, including one within me. My mind keeps drifting back to the mansion, how I had to sneak out like a goddamn kid, evading Lev and Luk, men who are practically my brothers.

Hell, what does that make Elena then? The thought crosses my mind, and I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Me, sneaking around behind their backs, fucking their sister. It’s like a twisted joke. But it’s not funny because the truth is I’m falling for her.

Hard.

That realization hits deeper than I’d like to admit. The idea of wanting Elena—really wanting her—but being unable to truly be with her hurts. And that’s not something I’m used to. Pain is something I inflict, not something I feel.

But this? This is different.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I can’t afford to get lost in my feelings right now. Not with the Molina Cartel making moves. Everything is hanging by a thread—our operations, the Ivanov empire, Elena’s safety. The next few weeks could change everything, and I need to keep my focus.

Yet no matter how hard I try, the thought of her keeps creeping back in. I grip the steering wheel tighter, my jaw clenching. I’ve got enemies closing in, and the last thing I need is to be distracted by how much I want her.

And goddamn, do I.