Page 46 of The Lazarov Bratva

“Can’t handle it?” The taunt leaves me before I can think, and Kristof spanks me again twice, a blow to each cheek. Each one sparks heat through me, and my heart races into my throat.

“You left the Estate without my permission. Made me worried about you. I don’t like feeling powerless, Alena, and your recklessness brought me to a brink I don’t care to ever return to, do you understand?” The spanking continues, and each blow is harder than the last. Each slap punctuates his steady, powerful words, and each flare of pain brings the sting of tears to my eyes… and an ache to my core.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp out, my mouth suddenly flooding with saliva. “I’m sorry!”

“I don’t believe you.” More harsh spanks rain down, and my ass quickly turns into a heated, throbbing bruise. It’s relentless, and yet it's affecting me in ways I could never have anticipated.

“You are to never scare me like that again, do you understand?”

“I do,” I say desperately, digging my fingers into the carpet of the limo as the tears fall. “I’m sorry!”

“Say it again,” he demands, and the next spank is so hard that my entire body jolts forward in his lap.

“I’m sorry! I won’t scare you ever again!”

Suddenly, I’m upright in his lap and his mouth collides fiercely with mine. He steals what little air I have left in my lungs, and I clutch at his shoulders like a drowning woman while the jacket falls from my body. My mind goes blank, and all that remains is a carnal desire for Kristof and whatever he can give me.

“Please,” I gasp breathlessly against his lips.

“Please what?” he growls, and his teeth catch on my lower lip. There’s a muted flicker of pain, and the taste of copper tangs across my tongue.

“Please, I–I want… I want…”

“What do you want?” He writes the words across my lips, barely allowing any space between us.

“You,” I moan.

The leather of the limo seat hits my back as he flips me over. I bounce, and he kisses me fiercely. Threading my fingers into his hair, I arch deeply into him, and a rumbling growl vibrates through his chest. Then he breaks the kiss and moves down my body. Like pinpricks, his heated lips and sharp teeth weave down my body, and I clutch tightly at his thick hair like reins. It gives me the illusion of control as his facial hair scrapes against my sensitive skin.

He claims my left nipple in the heat of his mouth, clutching at my right breast with his hand. His teeth catch my nipple, and he tugs sharply, sending a shock of pain licking across the excitement pounding in my heart.

Can he feel how my body jumps slightly with every frantic beat of my heart?

Can he hear it?

He suckles hard, drawing a mouthful of my breast into his mouth, and then he bites my nipple hard. I gasp out, arching into the pull as he lifts himself away, pulling my flesh taut until my nipple slips sharply from his teeth. The confusing mixture of pain and pleasure flashes through me, and I cry out, but before I can take my next breath, he burrows between my thighs. His tongue strokes through my soaked folds, and a guttural noise of want punches out of me.

I’m utterly lost. He’s my only lifeline, my only thought. I pull his hair and bow my back as he hungrily licks at me.

It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

He plays me like he knows my body better than me. Pleasure soars, and I rock into his devilish mouth, but just as pleasure peaks, Kristof either sharply slaps the inside of my thigh or grazes my clit with his teeth. Those shocks of pain pull me back from the brink of orgasm, and then he lets me build up again and again. Every time I’m close, pain snaps through me and holds me back. Sweat breaks out across my skin, and I toss my head back and forth, moaning openly with every single breath.

My body overheats and my skin flushes. Every inch of me is oversensitive, and even the leather against my back begins to burn my skin. I rock my hips toward Kristof’s tongue, and the next time he slaps my thigh, the pain isn’t enough to pull my orgasm back. If anything, it pushes me closer and closer.

I screw up my eyes, curl my toes, and pull on his hair so hard that he growls against my pussy. Every muscle locks up, and I’m rigid for a few long seconds.

Then I come, and everything is bright.

Pulse after trembling pulse of pleasure washes through me rapidly, interrupting my ability to breathe and function. I’m a trembling, gasping, twitching mess, and Kristof doesn’t relent. He continues to lick and suck my clit and pussy lips, only now there are two fingers thrusting into me, and even as my orgasm tapers off, the next is already licking heatedly at my core.

Am I this starved for affection that Kristof can pull such pleasure out of me? I’m so desperate to be touched and held and loved that he can do anything, from pleasure to pain, and I’ll drink it up?

Maybe I’m just fucked up.

Then again, I’m the daughter of the Pakhan. Of course I’m fucked up.

The next orgasm he pulls from me makes me boneless. All strength fades from my limbs, and I sob out my pleasure, utterly enthralled by the sensations he pulls from my body. He seems to know where to touch, even seems to know my limits before I do. His fingers and tongue are skilled beyond belief, and my heart swells with happiness that finally, my dream is coming true.

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