Page 48 of Baby for the Bratva

“I’m already in danger, aren’t I?” I ask, looking up at him.

“You’re safe as long as you’re with me.”

“So, you’ll protect me?” I ask, snuggling closer to him. His body is like a heater in the bed, generating a pleasant warmth that makes me feel like I need to be glued to him all night. I put one of my legs over his, pressing myself into him until I can feel his muscular thigh against my groin.

Yuri shifts his weight on the bed, pushing into me and sending a jolt of excitement through my pelvis. “I’ll protect you, my angel. That’s a promise.”

The reasoning part of my brain is telling me not to trust a word he’s saying. After all, he withheld so much information for me before. He was even prepared to have sex with me without ever indulging how dangerous it was to be associated with him.

That side of my brain, however, is woefully unprepared for this level of stimulation. It’s threatening to shut off completely, allowing me to surrender to Yuri’s sexual energy and become engulfed in the waves of guilty pleasure.

Is there any use fighting it at this point?

I grind myself against Yuri’s thigh, closing my eyes and letting out the quietest moan. I begin sliding against his leg, my wetness sending him a clear signal that I want him.

But he already knew that. He knew it from the moment we met, and that’s why he chose to pursue me, even though I pushed him away.

I hope he’s happy with his decision, because once I get that hunger in me, it’s impossible to get rid of it. Someone just died, and I still want to climb on top of Yuri and ride him until morning.

Yuri clears his throat, and I open my eyes, looking up at his majestic face. “Yes?”

“I would like to remind you that a bet is a bet, and you’re still mine for tonight.”

“I’d like to be yours for a lot longer,” I admit softly.

He smiles, but there’s sadness in his eyes. “Let’s take it one night at a time, shall we? We don’t know what tomorrow will bring.”

I move my hands down to his pants, pushing them down and feeling his erection as it grows in his underwear. I want him so badly, but I know this is going to ruin me. How can I have anyone else once I’ve had the best? Nobody will fill me like I know he will.

But I’m a sucker for punishment. My entire life, I’ve had to endure it, so I seek it out now. I want to feel the pain of knowing I’m going to lose the only man who’s made me masturbate while thinking of him in the shower.

But it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, right?

It almost sounds ridiculous, but I’m willing to take that little piece of wisdom and run with it to justify having sex with Yuri.

I need him. There’s no other way to put it.

I push my hand down into his underwear, feeling how large his erection has grown. It’s hot in my hand, and I can barely fit my fingers around it. Yuri groans deep in his tattooed throat as I tug on it, making him ache the same way I’ve been aching for hours.

I want him to need me just as much as I need him.

Yuri sits up, pushing his briefs down and kicking them off onto the floor. He looks over at me, and everything hangs in the air for a moment. It’s like the moment of stillness at the top, right before the rollercoaster comes racing down the tracks with everyone screaming.

I’m the only one screaming this time as Yuri leaps on top of me, pushing me down into the bed and silencing my cry of surprise with a kiss. His lips taste like the only thing I want for the rest of my life, and the heat of his body causes me to go limp.

If he’s a beast, I’m his prey. I want nothing more than to be devoured by him.

His tongue swirls around in my mouth as he grabs my neck. He squeezes the sides as he kisses me, causing blood to rush to my face. The feeling is akin to hanging upside down, pleasant in its own strange way.

I can feel his cock throbbing against my belly as he breaks from the kiss and lowers himself onto me. He weighs enough to crush me, but he controls himself well, his powerful arms keeping him up as he rubs his cock across my skin.

I grab at him, digging my nails into his back and clawing marks into his skin. I don’t want him to ever forget me. I want to be his next tattoo.

Desire courses through my body, turning into raving madness as I feel the head of his cock slip against my pussy. He lets go of my neck, using his hand to guide it through my slippery wetness.

But he doesn’t push it in yet.

“Mm, darling, you’re like a juicy peach. I almost feel bad to put my cock inside you.”

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