Page 69 of The Lazarov Bratva

The frustration from the meeting with her father bubbles under the surface, amplified by the hours spent interrogating the guards who were first on the list for a home search. My light attempt to shift blame to the Kuznetsovs hadn’t gone as well as I’d hoped, with Mara pushing against me at every suggestion. In her eyes, they have nothing to gain from kidnapping. I want to find out why she’s so sure about that.

But right now, I need Alena.

“What’s wrong?” Alena asks, and her slim brows pull together, scrunching up her nose slightly as she pouts.

The lack of Sir irks me more than I care to admit. My hands drop to my belt. As I unbuckle it, her gaze drops and she watches me closely. Her stance shifts, and she straightens up slightly onto her knees. Her pale skin is lit up in a cross-cross of red from her earlier whipping, but some of the vibrance has faded. The ointment I slathered her in after her shower clearly helped.

“Open your mouth.” The leather pulls free from my jeans and slips to the floor.

Alena obeys. She looks up at me through her lashes as I unbutton my jeans.

“You haven’t sucked cock before, have you? Not properly.”

Alena shakes her head, sending her hair cascading in waves down her back.

“I’ll teach you.”

“Okay,” she says, again missing the Sir and technically breaking my rule. I’m too wound up to care, though. All I want to do is sink into the velvet-soft heat of her mouth where I belong.

“It’s simple. Your tongue does most of the work. Keep your jaw as relaxed as you can so you don’t cramp, and no teeth, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Her eyes flutter slightly, and her tongue curls in her mouth at the praise. She drinks it up like she’s utterly parched, and her reaction always leaves me curious how far I can push that praise desire of hers.

I slide one hand into her hair, crushing her hair like silk in my fist, and drag her closer. Her pink tongue darts out and quickly swipes at her lips. When I free my cock, she takes a deep breath and her hands curl into fists on her bare thighs.

I can barely contain myself. Heat bubbles underneath my skin. Stroking myself once, I tighten my grip in her hair and slide my cock past those pretty, lush lips. The heat of her mouth wraps around me in an instant. The uncertainty of her tongue when it presses up against my shaft is clear, but I’ve given her all the instruction she needs to know. The rest, she’ll learn, I’m sure.

As I start thrusting slowly into her mouth, restraining myself because my desire to feel her runs hotter than my desire to just fuck, pressure lands on my thigh from her hand, and I tsk my tongue behind my teeth.

“Hands stay on your thighs, Alena,” I order, pressing forward enough that the tip of my cock brushes against the silky soft back of her throat.

The pressure drops away immediately, and I bite back a smile.

Good girl.

We fall quickly into a good rhythm, with each thrust slowly breaking down the restraint holding me back. Alena’s tongue presses up and around, sweeping across my cock when she gets the chance. Each withdrawal from her pretty lips has her suckling on the head, and the way she looks up at me through her lashes has all the muscles in my gut pulling south to my balls. How can someone so innocent be so fucking sinful?

With my next thrust, I press a little deeper into her throat and then I’m gone. What restraint I had melts away, and both my hands end up in her hair. I thrust forward and bury my cock as deep as I can in her narrow throat, groaning out loud as she tightens around me while her soft, wet, choking sounds reach my ears.

I’m a man possessed, fucking her throat with wild abandon. The world melts away, tension eases in my shoulders, and the fevered warmth in my gut floods through my body like an explosion. Touching Alena is electric, and fucking her throat sends a charge through me from head to toe. Warmth sweeps through my gut and settles tight in my balls. All the while, Alena does her very best to follow my instructions. I catch the flick of her tongue, the pull of suction as she tries to suck around my barrage of thrusts.

The closer I get, the longer I bury myself inside her throat. Despite the growing lack of air, Alena’s struggles are minimal. She really is trying to obey me. My heart soars, my gut clenches, and my balls tighten further.

On my last thrust, I bury myself fully down her throat and come with a cry. A sound akin to a moan rises to meet me from Alena, and my cock twitches as pulse after pulse of cum floods down her throat. She swallows, each ripple of tight muscle around my length milking me for every drop. In the back of my mind, I count. I have a rough idea of how long she can last without air, and my soul drifts. Every ounce of frustration pours out of me, and then, with a last throaty moan, I pull my cock free from Alena in a wet rush.

She erupts into a gasping, coughing fit and lifts one hand to her throat. When she looks up at me, tears cling to her lashes with a few rolling lazily down her cheeks.

“Good girl,” I say, and color blooms across her cheeks. “On the bed.”

I snap my fingers, and it takes her a few moments to get to her feet, but she follows my instructions. Her lips, flushed red from the impact of my hips, remain parted as she pants for air, and her relief is evident to be on the bed.

“Did you have a bad day?” she asks, wiping the corner of her mouth.

I don’t answer her, instead working to cuff her ankles back to the bed. When I lift my head, ready to ask her to lie down, she’s already doing it, and our eyes lock over the rise of her chest.

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