Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)

by T.J. Maguire

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

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.

The way their clit pulsed on my tongue as they came. It was heavenly. “You enjoy a little pain?” Considering

“I love a little pain. Especially with...

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

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.”

“Dios, your voice. More, Aleksandr, more. Please.”

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

“Fuck!” she cried out. “We’ll get to that. Soon,”

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’ve thought about these pretty, soft lips around my cock since the first moment I met you.”

“Have you now?”

“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?”

“Bad little whore,” she said breathlessly, eagerness in her tone. I grinned darkly. Fucking perfection. ...

“It’s my father. After my mother was raped and murdered, he became The Bratva Butcher.”

“Yekaterina Volkova was a beautiful woman. She had a warm soul and a smile brighter than the sun. She might have looked like a sweet, innocent angel, but she had more guts and more fierceness than my father and I put together.”

“And it’s my fault she’s dead.” I gasped softly. “I’m sure that’s not true, Aleksandr.” “It is,”

“I’d been assigned to be her personal bodyguard since I was seventeen. Me and three others. It was my job to protect here, keep her safe. A job I failed.” “That’s a lot of pressure to put on a kid,”

was never a kid. Not a normal one, anyway.”

“We’d received an anonymous text with nothing except the address to a warehouse. She was inside. Beaten. Naked. Almost unrecognisable. Autopsy results showed semen from twelve different men.”

“I was the one who found her body.” “Oh, Aleksandr,” I whispered sadly.

soothingly. “I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you.” I hummed, burrowing my head deeper into her chest. “It was harder for my father. He lost his wife.” “But you lost your mother.” She

“He didn’t speak to me for years after she died. While he was off exacting his revenge on the Voznesensky family and tracking down all the men that had raped my mother, he would call from time to time to check in on my siblings. Never said a word to me. Refused to talk to me altogether, actually. Would only talk with Illayana, Lukyan, Nikolai and our housekeeper, Flora. When Mikhail, one of my father’s closest friends, managed to drag him back home after he was finished with his rampage, he’d

worked through most of his anger. But he never treated me the same.”

“Tell me about you.” “What,” she licked her lips, breathing hard. “What do you want to know?” “Anything. Everything.”

“Real?” she mumbled around my finger. “Yes.” I moved my hand, placing it over her heart. “Something from here.”

I tucked her hair behind her ear and lightly traced the side of her face with my finger before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Spi spokoyno, detka,” Sleep well, baby.

“You’re going easy.” I didn’t deny it. I was. I didn’t want to hurt her. “Cut it out and fight me.”

Drea stared up at me, her chest rising and falling with quick, deep breaths, sweat rolling down the side of her face. I couldn’t hold back. I had to kiss her. I smashed my lips to hers and groaned, her feel and taste driving me higher. Drea returned the kiss with as much passion, her teeth biting into my lips hard. She clawed at me, trying to rip my clothes off. I could feel eyes on us, my men still working out in the warehouse watching us, but I didn’t care.

I ripped my lips from hers and kissed across her cheek, palming her breasts roughly. Drea moaned, thrusting her chest out and pushing those full, plump tits further into my hands.

“How fast can you run, malyshka?”

“Fast,” I breathed out, grinding against him. Fighting with him had been the biggest turn on and now I was desperate for a release. To feel him inside me. Fucking me.

want you to run,” he ran his tongue over my lips, tasting me. “Run hard and run fast, malyshka.”

“Pick a safe word,” he rumbled. “I don’t need a safe word.” “You do with me. Pick one or we stop.”

“Bad, malyshka,” he chuckled. “You’re not getting off until I say so.” “Aleksandr—” “If you want to continue, pick a word.” “Fine! How about ‘asshole’?

“You made me work for it, malyshka,” he rumbled in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “And I’m going to reward you for it.”

pushed my ass into the air, craving his touch. “Look at you,” he chuckled tauntingly. “All needy and desperate. I like you desperate.”

“Fuck, I just want to mark you,” he groaned, a chunk of my skin clutched between his teeth. “I want to brand you so everyone knows who you belong to.” “That didn’t work out so well for me last time,”

“You have another man’s name on your body?”

“Where?” he snarled, searching me frantically. “Where is it?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,”’ I growled, baring my teeth. “And I didn’t let him do anything. Fucker did it without asking. Now, you said I’d be rewarded for making you work for it. Do you plan to deliver on that, or are you just full of shit?”

I grabbed a fistful of his hair roughly and he hissed, his eyes flaring. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I smashed my lips to his in a brutal, violent kiss, one that made us both groan.

Every time I’d turn my head to suck air into my lungs, he’d grab my jaw and force my lips back to his, like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands gripped me tight enough to leave bruises and I moaned, swivelling my hips, grinding my pussy against his stomach. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“My perfect little fuck toy.”

I screamed at the invasion, bucking against him. Fuck, he was big. He stretched my pussy wide with his girth, the pressure painful and pleasurable all at the same time.

“You’re tight,” he grunted, sinking deeper. “I knew you would be, but blyad’.”

I moaned, arching my back. God, it felt so good. He felt so good.

“This pussy, fucking hell. I’d kill for this pussy.”

“You hear me, malyshka? I’ll gut any man that tries to have what’s mine.” My pussy clenched, pleasure spiralling down my spine. He groaned, burying his head into my shoulder.

He was everywhere, surrounding me, consuming me. “You’re going to cum, aren’t you? I can feel it. Feel your pussy getting tighter and tighter. Squeezing me.”