Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)

by T.J. Maguire

At 6’7, I was taller than most people. Not to mention that I worked out 24/7, so I was pushing a tight 240. My thighs were literally the size of his body.

The blood pooling on the floor. It was cathartic, in a way. Relaxing. Well, it was for me anyway. I’m pretty sure normal people didn’t feel that way about killing. But I wasn’t normal. I was a blood-thirsty killer.

She had beautiful, caramel skin, long dark hair and enough curves to make even a priest break his oath with zero regrets.

When she took another small step, one so small she thought I probably wouldn’t notice it, I fired a warning shot, nicking the top of her ear. She ducked, wincing in pain. I expected her to scream. To cry. To drop this carefree, crazy act she had going on. What I did not expect her to do was fucking smile. She lightly touched her ear, a few drops of blood coming away on her finger. Maintaining eye contact with me, she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean, hollowing her cheeks.

fuck me, that Russian blue-eyed fucker was so fucking big that for a second I forgot all about my escape. All I wanted to do was climb that out-of-this-world chiselled body and ride him until I passed out from orgasms.

The idea of being hunted by him, chased and thrown over his shoulder and dragged to his bed, turned me on more than it should have.

Even if I didn’t understand Spanish, the fact that they were having a conversation answered my question for me. It also revealed she was high up in the ranks of the cartel, since he obeyed her command, not saying another word.

“If you’re gonna kill me, kill me. I’m not afraid to die. So if you’re gonna do it, hurry up. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my face.” For the briefest moment, all I could do was stare at her in shock. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was entirely serious. She wasn’t scared to die. There wasn’t an ounce of fear on her face. Just total calmness, complete ease, like this was just another day at the office. I’d never met a woman like her. She was fearless. Even in the face of death.

Bratva women were tough as shit. If they decided they wanted to be in the life, they were put through the same rigorous training as the men. Taught to be just as ruthless. Just as cunning. To be willing to die for the family, like any of us would. And yet, none of the Bratva women I’d met had ever shown such a complete and total lack of fear. Except maybe my sister. But she was batshit crazy.

Oh, she hated me. It was obvious by the look in her eyes. But she wanted to fuck me too. And that was okay. Hate sex was fucking amazing.

“Seriously, what’s the big dea—ow!” I squeezed his shoulder to the point of pain, making him cry out. “Okay! Okay! I got it. Jeez.” I let him go and he rubbed his shoulder, glaring at me. He pounded his chest like a gorilla. “Hulk angry,” he grunted, imitating me.

The identity of the boss of the Los Zetas was some kind of well-kept secret within their organisation.

She winced. “Good point. You think games are a good idea though? Remember the last time we played monopoly?” Amusement rippled through me. She had a point. The last time we played, she stabbed Lukyan in the hand with a fork when she caught him cheating, dipping into the bank and stealing money when no one was looking. From that point on, monopoly had been banned from the house.

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.

HOT

“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.

Things with Aleksandr had gotten very physical, very quickly. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, we shared a connection. A deep, physical connection that was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The attraction burning in my veins for him scared me. Actually, it terrified me. It was an all-consuming kind of attraction. The kind that flamed to life the moment we were in the same room, in each other’s orbit.

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. Didn’t care if they saw what was going on. Drea was mine, and I wasn’t going to hide it.

His hands gripped my hips and I spun on him with a spinning back fist. His head whipped to the side and he lost his grip. I quickly ran up the rest of the stairs and smirked down at him. He turned back to face me, blood coating his teeth. “Maybe I should have given you a safe word,” I said tauntingly, waggling my fingers at him, and then I took off again.

“Run, run, run as fast as you can,” he sang, creeping forward. I couldn’t hear a single step he took. He moved as quietly as a mouse. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d seen him come in, I’d have no idea he was even in the room. Aleksandr crouched to check under the bed. I snuck out from behind the couch and kicked him in the back, yelling, “You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!”

“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.”

The wall at my back shook from his brutal fucking. “This pussy, fucking hell. I’d kill for this pussy.” He gripped my jaw roughly, forcing me to look at him. “You hear me, malyshka? I’ll gut any man that tries to have what’s mine.”

“So good, oh fuck, Aleksandr. You feel so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I clutched him tightly, grasping the wide breadth of his shoulders, relishing the strength he possessed. “I’ll never fucking stop. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go.”

I tried the door handle, but it was locked. “What the?” Aleksandr brushed his chest against my back as he stood behind me. I shivered at his closeness. He reached around me and knocked on the door twice. It opened, a burly looking man with dark hair standing in the hallway. I glanced over my shoulder, arching an eyebrow. Aleksandr simply shrugged. “Can never be too careful around someone like you.” “Someone like me?” “Devious. Sneaky. Vicious.” I placed a hand on my heart. “Aw, that’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me before. You big softy.”

He was going to marry someone else, take some prim, proper Russian woman as his wife. Someone his family would more than likely approve of. Unlike me. I was loud. Boisterous. Foul-mouthed. Vulgar. The list went on and on. I was the total opposite to Aleksandr in every way. He didn’t act like it, but you just knew he came from money. That he’d been raised and taught proper manners and decorum. He had that air about him. The one that screamed, ‘I know which one’s the soup spoon and which one’s the dessert spoon’. Whereas I would just lift the bowl and drink out of it like a glass. I wouldn’t even bother using a damn spoon.

How could I let her go? I needed Drea like I needed air in my lungs. Blood in my veins. Food in my belly. She was everything I needed to survive, and the thought of being without her was…unbearable.

“Why does she look so miserable? And why is she glaring at you?” I asked, studying the woman. “She ‘accidentally’ walked in on Arturo in the shower,” Illayana said, using air quotes. “Accidentally my ass. She did it on purpose. So I set the bitches hair on fire.”

“She’s been staying at the house ever since I moved in. But don’t worry, I have it on good authority that she’s going to have a terrible accident very soon. One that’s going to kill her,” Illayana chuckled evilly.

I’d fallen hard for the man who kidnapped me, who kept me locked in a room day after day, refusing to let me go. A man who was strong. Fierce. A huge grump but who also did the sweetest things for me, like bring me grilled cheese sandwiches every day because I’d told him one time they were my favourite. Or when he brought me my own very first bike and taught me how to ride it.

“You know that angry look on your face just makes my cock hard,” he rumbled, sending shivers down my spine.

“We’re not fucking today,” I snapped, though I wanted to. “So you might as well just go.” His brows creased in the most adorable little frown. “Why would I do that?” He asked it like it was the stupidest question he’d ever heard before. “If you think I’m only here to get in your pants, you’ve drastically underestimated your value to me.”

“It’s not just about the physical things for me, Drea. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the physical side of things is—” a sinful grin curled on his lips, “—mind blowing.” I smirked. Yeah, our sexual chemistry was off the charts. “But there’s more to it than that for me. Being around you soothes my mind, it quiets the storm raging inside of me. It brings peace to my soul. I could be having the worst, most frustrating day and seeing your smile—yes, that smile right there—would make all my troubles just fade away.”

palm and twisted it. He cried out in pain. Drea sliced her knife across his stomach and I headbutted him. We worked in tandem with each other, like we’d done this a thousand times before when in reality, this was the first time we’d ever fought alongside each other. You wouldn’t know it by looking at us though. Drea and I were perfectly in sync, feeding off one another and using our strengths to cover each other’s weaknesses.

He spun on me like he did Nikolai. His fist halted in the air an inch away from my face. I didn’t back away. I didn’t flinch as his bloodied fist hovered mere millimetres from my jaw. I just stared into his wild, frantic eyes, his chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. Even in his darkest, and cruellest moment, one where he was so consumed with rage he couldn’t see straight, he refused to hurt me.

Mila was in front of me saying something else, something I hadn’t heard because I stopped listening. All of my attention was on Drea as she pushed my office door open wider and went right up to Mila. She grabbed a fistful of Mila’s hair from behind and slammed her face into my desk. Mila screamed, her arms flailing. Drea didn’t stop. She slammed Mila’s head down over and over again, her face completely consumed with rage. I arched an eyebrow in amusement, watching her with a pleasant mixture of surprise and eagerness. Blood splattered over the desk. Something cracked. Possibly Mila’s nose. I wasn’t sure.

Drea released her grip and Mila crumbled to the floor with a pain-filled groan. But Drea wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. She began kicking her, stomping on her with the heel of her foot while she swore at her in Spanish. “Puta estúpida,” You stupid bitch Kick. “Te voy a matar,” I’ll fucking kill you.

“I love you so much it hurts. It physically hurts to be without you, to not see you. To not speak to you. To think of you gone. You’ve managed to burn yourself into my mind, my soul. Branded yourself in my heart. So, now you own it.”

“You’re going to make it up to me,” she breathed, leaning forward and wrapping a hand around my tie. She tugged me towards her and I went willingly, completely enraptured by her. I’d do whatever the fuck she wanted. “You’re going to lick my pussy until I come all over your face. And then you’re going to do it again, and again.” “Is this supposed to be a punishment?” I rumbled, running my tongue up the inside of her thigh. “Because I have to be honest with you malyshka, it sounds more like a fucking dream.”

“Oh, but it is a punishment baby. Because afterwards there’ll be no fucking. I’m gonna make you walk around with my taste on your tongue all day, your cock so hard it hurts, and you’ll be given no relief. Not until I’ve decided you’ve earned my forgiveness.” She gave one sharp tug on my tie, and I was there, my mouth latching onto her clit.