Page 86 of The Lazarov Bratva

The food is almost ready by the time Alena returns. She walks right up to me and hands me a silver princess plug with a blue gemstone.

“Happy with this one?”

“Yes.” Alena smiles, then she moves to the island counter and bends over, ass out. “Please, Sir?”

I turn down the heat on the stove and turn to Alena, running my eyes over the curve and dip of her spine, down to the ample curve of her ass.

“Relax,” I instruct, then stroke my hand down her back.

She shivers immediately and arches into my touch.

With practiced ease, I remove the silicone plug, and Alena whimpers as it pulls free. I pat her hole, slick up the metal plug with the lube she brought, and then very slowly ease the toy back inside her. By the time I’m finished, Alena is panting heavily, and again, I think back to how she teased herself in her room. She must be so riled up. Rather than returning to the food, I slide one hand lightly around her throat and tilt her head backward to meet my gaze.

Her pink cheeks flush from pink to a dark red when I thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, and she moans sharply, eyes wide and her fingers digging into the counter.

“Sir,” she gasps out.

“That’s a good girl,” I coax gently.

Her eyes roll back slightly as I pump my fingers into her, twisting my hand slightly so one free finger can slide through her folds and brush against her clit. Alena jerks against me, and I hold her gaze, not looking away for even a second. She struggles slightly, often closing her eyes as pleasure overtakes her but then quickly opening them again. Very quickly, her body warms in my hands, and the velvety soft heat of her core becomes searing as muscles clamp down around my fingers.

She’s so turned on that she’s close already.

I hold her gaze, studying the warm chocolate of her eyes and her plush, parted lips. She pants and rocks back against my fingers, repeatedly licking her lower lip and moaning sweetly.

“Sir, please,” she finally gasps. “I can’t… I can’t hold back.”

“Then don’t,” I reply. “Come for me, Alena.”

She does immediately. Her eyes close, her moans pitch, and her entire body rolls in a wave as she clenches around my fingers and comes hard.

It’s a sight I will never tire of.

“Good girl.” She slumps against me, panting, and the pulse in her neck races while she gathers herself.

“Thank you.”

I help Alena back to her stool, kiss her temple, and begin dishing up the stir-fry. My own cock aches, but I’m far too distracted to fall into fucking Alena right now. Plus, I want to show her that I mean it when I lay out a break for her body. No matter how desperate I am for her, I won’t interrupt her healing time.

Alena eats hungrily, much to my amusement, and I keep one eye on her as I text Ivan to see how he’s doing with securing a distraction that will delay the search of my house. He replies instantly, telling me he’s working on it and it won’t be until tomorrow at the earliest. I send a similar message to Nastja about taking Alena out of the country as soon as possible. She tells me Ivan can secure the plane, but the earliest we can leave without looking suspicious is the end of the week.

That’s too long. To delay Aleksander’s search for his daughter by that long will take something big. Something intense.

Something I’ll have to sacrifice.

We eat in silence, and Alena lightly bumps her knee against my own.

“You look so serious,” she says, stabbing a slice of pepper.

“I am serious.”

“More than usual.”

“It’s nothing.”

Alena scowls, clearly unhappy about my lack of response, but that can’t be my focus right now.

I run through everything in my head. Mara had insisted on searching my places first, to start from the top and work down, but I had persuaded Aleksander how ridiculous that was since no one high up would be bold enough to take Alena—or hide her if she had indeed run away. But I was on the list to keep things fair.

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