Page 45 of The Lazarov Bratva

I open the door, and she slides into the limo, still grumbling under her breath. Closing the door, I approach the driver and reel off my address, then I join Alena in the limo. She sits with her arms crossed, clearly in a sour mood. She captivates me, and I watch her as, at the touch of a button, the privacy glass slides up, separating us from the driver.

The windows are tinted, but the last thing I need now is for Alena to notice that we’re not going back to the Estate. I need to separate her so she doesn’t catch on until we’re at a point where her refusal won’t matter.

“Alena.”

She ignores me, stubbornly staring out the window. I hate being ignored.

I lean over swiftly, grab her thigh, and jerk her down swiftly so her back hits the seat. She squeals in surprise.

“I don’t like being ignored,” I state sharply. She stares up at me, swollen lips slightly parted and her cheeks flushed.

“What are you going to do about it?” she asks, her chest heaving.

What, indeed?

10

ALENA

What more can he do?

The world of sex is cloaked in shadow, with Kristof parting the curtains with every touch and caress. He leaves me wanting more. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but his very touch has me arching and hungering for more even though I don’t know what it could be.

We’re on the way home, and within twenty minutes, I’ll be back in my gilded cage facing down a terrible future with Mikhail. He surely has a plan to sneak me back inside without anyone knowing, or at least a way to explain my absence away.

I’ll take every second with Kristof that I can get before the bars slam shut behind me. He hovers over me, and my heart flies, rattling against my ribs and making every breath shudder out of me. There’s irritation clouding his eyes. I can see it clear as day, even through the haze of alcohol. My body aches, and a voice in the back of my mind warns me that I can’t handle more.

I smother that voice, staring up at Kristof and daring him to act as the car sways gently back and forth, navigating the streets with practiced ease.

Kristof’s eyes dart down me, and my jacket falls open with my next breath. His rough fingertips trail over my abdomen, and my breath catches in my throat. I’m watching and waiting.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you when you’ve had a drink,” he says in a voice so deep that it sends a shiver through me.

“Do you prefer me meek?” I challenge, my eyes widening slightly.

“No,” Kristof replies, and his eyes lock onto me. “I prefer you obedient.”

Two thick fingers suddenly plunge inside me, and a gasp tears from my throat without warning. My back bows, and I arch into the intrusion as he fills me full to his knuckles and flexes his fingers inside me. It’s an alien sensation that my mind can’t compute, and I moan softly and clutch at his arm. He pulls his fingers free, and I whimper, trying to close my thighs around his wrist, but he’s too quick.

Kristof lifts his hand, and his two cum-slicked fingers shine above me, reflecting the twinkling lights in the limo. His other hand moves to my throat, applying light pressure, then his thumb strokes up my jaw and rests on my lower lip, pulling slightly.

“Open.”

Something unlocks inside me, and I obey immediately. Kristof’s gaze is unwavering as he slides his slick fingers into my mouth. My lips close around them automatically, and a seedy, slightly salty taste explodes over my tongue. My brow dips faintly, uncertain of the taste, but Kristof holds me in place, watching me.

“Suck,” he instructs.

Again, something inside me shifts and I start suckling. I’m unable to look away from the intense darkness in his eyes, and he holds me in place as I suck his fingers clean. With soft laps of my tongue, I lavish attention on each digit and clean him thoroughly, swallowing every drop. It’s a taste of Kristof, of both of us combined.

Who knew something like this could turn me on so quickly?

Suddenly, his hand on my jaw slides into my hair and he grabs a handful as he pulls his fingers free from my mouth. In one swift motion, he drags me up by the hair, and a gasp of shock escapes me. Before I know it, I’m draped over his lap, and suddenly, his open palm slaps down on my bare ass with a sharp crack.

“Ow!” I yell, struggling against the new position as my alcohol-addled mind tries to catch up with how he maneuvered me so quickly.

“Hush,” Kristof demands, his voice above me, and his hand comes down again. He swiftly spanks my other ass cheek, and a shock of pain shoots through me, only to nestle warm in my core. My pussy throbs unexpectedly.

“Your attitude leaves a lot to be desired,” Kristof says, and my hands scramble for something to hold onto. In the end, one clutches the seat and the other braces against the floor.

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