Page 107 of The Lazarov Bratva

The leather one around my throat unclasps and slips away, leaving an odd chill surrounding my neck in its absence.

“This one,” Kristof says as he delicately takes it from the box, “is one you can wear anywhere. I noticed you take the leather one off when you go shopping with Nastja, so this way, you look beautiful and you’re still clearly mine.”

The cold metal closes snugly around my throat like a cold kiss, and Kristof clasps my new collar in place, sealing the clasp with a kiss and then draping my hair back over my shoulders.

Tears sting briefly at my eyes, and I lift one hand, running my fingers over the jewels.

“Thank you,” I whisper, staring up at him. “It’s so beautiful, I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll never take it off,” Kristof says in a low voice, leaning closer to me.

“I’ll never take it off.”

“Swear it.”

“I swear!”

Kristof surges forward and kisses me hard, stealing all air from my lungs, and a pulse of static washes through me from head to toe. My legs turn to jelly despite the fact that we’re sitting, and when he finally breaks the kiss, I’m a little dizzy from excitement.

“But,” I propose, glancing forlornly at the familiar leather collar, “can we keep that one? For playtime?”

“Sure,” Kristof agrees easily, then he kisses me again.

There’s nothing stopping him this time. When Kristof wants something, he takes it without warning, and nothing turns me on faster than the way he manhandles me to get what he wants. Strong hands grasp my waist and pull me to the edge of the chair as he slides to the floor. Then he burrows beneath my skirt and breathes hotly against my naked pussy.

“No panties.”

“At your request,” I reply breathlessly.

My legs drape over his shoulder, my head tips back, and I relax back in the chair as his tongue slides through my folds in repeating, sure strokes. Like always, he knows exactly where to touch, kiss, and lick to send my heartbeat racing and my temperature rising. Hot chills tingle down my skin and over my limbs as he presses his mouth harder against my pussy and utterly devours me. I twist in the chair, writhing back and forth. My mind quiets, and heat flushes through me, sending goosebumps across my skin. He laps at me, kisses and suckles my clit, and when his tongue dips inside me, I see stars.

My stomach twists, my core clenching rapidly. Both his hands slide around my thighs, gripping tightly and locking me against his mouth. I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. My legs twitch involuntarily, sweat breaks out as a sheen against my skin, and the pleasure builds rapidly inside me.

Through it all, my new collar sits heavily and unfamiliarly against my throat, a glittering symbol of Kristof’s desires.

My moans fall with each breath, and when Kristof himself moans against my pussy, sending tingling vibrations right through my core, I’m helpless. He’s sending me toward an orgasm with little warning, and I’m completely at his mercy.

My orgasm hits with the force of a truck, and I almost double over, rising from the chair to meet my pinned thighs as pleasure pulses through me in strong, powerful waves. The books around us absorb my pleasure-filled cries, and every nerve inside me lights up like the flare of a firework.

Yes, I think warmly as Kristof continues to drag his tongue against me, coaxing me through my pleasure. This is paradise.

* * *

Paradise comes at a cost.

Hugging the toilet bowl the next morning, my breakfast leaves me quickly as I’m sick. Sweat breaks out down my back, and my heart pounds painfully in my ears. Another rippling cramp shoots through me, but when nothing follows, I lift one hand and flush the toilet. I turn away from the scent of cleaning products as the water flows and pull myself to my feet with a groan.

“Alena?” Alyona’s voice drifts to me, and I spot her wrinkled face in the mirror as she peeks around the door.

“I’m okay,” I assure her, waving one hand. Turning on the taps, I cup a palmful of cold water and splash it onto my face, rubbing around to the back of my neck where I squeeze the tense muscles there. It brings me a little relief.

“How long have you been sick?” she asks, moving fully into the bathroom.

I swallow painfully, wincing at the burn of acid lingering in my mouth, and fill the nearby cup with cold water.

“Uhm, I don’t know. For as long as I’ve been here, I think. The change of scenery and the unfamiliar food aren’t agreeing with me, I’m pretty sure.” I wash a mouthful of water around my mouth and then spit it into the sink.

“There is nothing wrong with my food,” Alyona scolds.

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