Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)

by T.J. Maguire

“Hasta pronto, Drea,” See you soon, Drea, I s...

Juan, what’s his last name?” “Ortega, I think. Why?” That’s what I thought. “The woman, her name is Drea. Drea Ortega. She’s Juan’s twin sister.”

“You ripped out some of my hair!” he yelled in outrage. “I’ve told you for years to cut it. It’s a disadvantage,”

To fight with her. To hear that sexy as fuck accent as she cursed me out in Spanish.

“Why don’t you just lead the way then?” “I don’t mind you leading. I like the view.”

When I stopped, she stopped. We both stared at each other, sizing the other up

Her eyes darted down to my crotch and back up. “You’re enjoying this,” she panted, slightly out of breath.

“What’s not to enjoy? Chasing a beautiful woman, feeling her body fight against mine. That’s a good time in my book.”

“I wasn’t giving you a compliment. Just stating a fact.”

“You’re a fast little thing aren’t you?”

crouched and yanked on the mat at the same time her foot landed on it, pulling it right out from underneath her. Drea squealed in surprise, her back smashing to the ground.

“Caught you,” I whispered, smirking down at her. “Now, what to do with my prize?”

“I don’t take women by force. If they want me, they need to tell me first.”

“I want you,” Drea moaned,

“I always want to stab you in the eye with whatever sharp object I can get my hands on.” I loved her honesty. It was refreshing.

“What an interesting conundrum you...

Drea was rough. Foul-mouthed. Hot-headed. And I’d never been so attracted to another before. Drea popped the buttons on her ripped jeans and pushed them down, stepping out of them. Her underwear matched her bra. Black. Cotton. Plain. Sexy as fuck. More tattoos ran down her legs. Jesus, was she covered from head to fucking toe?

She pulled down her underwear next. It took every ounce of self control I possessed not to jump on her and ravage her. On the inside I was ravenous, my beast screaming to take her now and rut her like some wild, feral animal in heat.

I almost fell to my knees in worship. I was an ass man. Not only was Drea’s ass so luscious I wanted to take a bite out of it. It was also plump and toned, as if she’d spent hours working the muscles to perfection.

Her body was perfection. A literal work of art. Drea was completely confident in herself, her body. And fuck if that didn’t make me ten times hotter for her.

but even he wasn’t able to hide the look of pure want and need flaring in his eyes. From clenching his fists like he was fighting to keep his hands off me. It made me feel…powerful. That I could affect this man to the point that his body shook, his teeth grinding, was euphoric.

I turned on my side so he had a perfect view of what I was doing. I slowly ran my hands down my body, starting from my neck, down over my breasts, giving them both a hard squeeze that had me tipping my head back as pleasure soared through me. I loved having my tits played with. The piercings on both nipples just accentuated the pleasure.

I lightly ran my fingers over my clit, a shudder rolling through me. Pleasure soared inside me and I moaned. Fuck, I was so pent up. With Aleksandr’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my body,

Along with the multitude of piercings I had all over my body—ears, eyebrow, tongue, belly button, tits—I also had my clit pierced.

The teasing show I put on for him had only increased my own arousal, wanting him to touch me. Kiss me. Grab me with such ferociousness, it left bruises on my skin. On my soul.

“Little Aleksandr seemed to like it.” He stepped into my space so his cock pressed tightly against my stomach. “There’s nothing little about me.”

He wasn’t freaking kidding. Every inch of him was hard, toned muscles. Firm. Defined. And his cock? Based on the length and width of it, it was huge. Just like the rest of him.

“Be careful, malyshka.”

“I’m not the kind of man you play around with.” “What if I wanna play?”

“You can’t handle me. I’d break a little thing like you.” I gave him a cheeky smirk. “That’s fine. I don’t mind being broken. As long as you put me back together.”

“You haven’t earned the right to kiss me yet.” A shudder rolled through me. I squirmed, clenching my thighs together to try and relieve the pressure building in my pussy.

“Sit down and spread your legs,” he commanded. I sat down on the towel and did as he ordered. “Wider.”

“Finish what you started.” I frowned. “What? I—” realisation dawned on me. He wanted me to pleasure myself. While he watched.

I drifted my hands down my chest, grasping my breasts and pinching my nipples. My head rolled back as a moan slipped free. I continued further down, brushing my fingers over my clit. I tugged lightly on my piercing and bit my lip to smother my cry of pleasure.

“You like to watch?”

“I like to do lots of things,”

Having him in front of me, all of his attention focused solely on me made me even hotter, my skin burning. “Yeah? Like what? Tell me.”

“Why?” “I like your voice.”

“You want to hear what I like to do, malyshka? How I like to fuck? What turns me on?”

My pussy clenched, desperate for something to grasp. I pushed two fingers inside, whimpering and moaning as my orgasm drew closer.

“You want to hear about all the nasty, depraved things I’ve thought about doing to you?”

“About how I imagined you choking on my cock, tears streaming down that pretty face of yours until I shoot my cum down your throat? Until you’re drowning in it?”

“Or maybe you want to hear about how I chase you. Hunt you. Throw you down and fuck you while I call you my good, dirty little fuck toy?”

His hands were in my hair, on my ass, digging deep into my skin as he latched his mouth to mine. Our teeth clashed, tongues fighting with one another in an all-consuming, mind-numbing kiss.

“You taste so fucking sweet,”

“Are you sweet everywhere?” His hand fluttered down and he cupped my pussy roughly, fingers delving inside. I squealed in de...

ran his tongue from the bottom to the top of his fingertips. “Mmm, definitely sweet all over.”

His hands cupped my ass and he rubbed me against him, the friction from his pants and cock against my pussy making me moan. My hands delved into his hair, nails scraping along his scalp. He groaned, kissing me with more force.

I was ready, so ready for him to take me. Fuck me. Own me. I never needed anything more than I needed Aleksandr to make me his. To fuck me so hard it left a mark on my body and soul. “I want to hear you scream,”

His teeth gripped one of my nipple piercings and tugged. I cried out in shock, pain and pleasure melding together, sp...