Page 46 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

I owned this bratty persona, switching it on like a lightbulb when he wound me up, but hell, right now, I was just so desperate for him. It was like the knowledge of what he was capable of was making the wait that much worse.

“Yes,” I whined. “Please, Pietor.”

He growled, his cock notching at my entrance. “Goddamn, I love when you say that.”

With that, he thrust inside me, and I was absolutely gone. I came in seconds, my pussy clamping down around him as that magnificent barbell rubbed over my sensitive nerves. I could feel how it rolled across me, and at this perfect angle, the blunt head of his cock perfectly assaulted my G-spot.

“Oh, God, oh, fuck…” I moaned low, my release carrying on right into another one. “Pietor, Christ!”

He grunted into my ear as he buried his head into my neck, gripping me tight. Our sounds echoed in the shower, the patter of the water backing the roars of pleasure. Pietor scooped my leg up with his arm, hooking it so that my hips spread that little bit forward, and he was able to penetrate just that little bit deeper.

I yelped as he thrust in—hard. He bottomed out inside me, completely filling me and bumping into the nerves going haywire deep inside me.

“That’s it, baby. Take all that cock like my good girl.” Pietor mumbled the words against my skin, and I tumbled into another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Ugh, yes, sweetheart,” Pietor growled. “That’s it. Milk my cock. Goddamn, Billie, you’re fucking amazing.”

It was such a change to hear the words of praise spill from his lips, and I lit up on the inside. I gave everything of myself to the blissful feeling of taking him over the edge like that, and it wasn’t long before he locked deep inside me, his cock going even harder as his orgasm tore forward.

“Pietor! Yes, please!”

I didn’t know exactly what I was calling out for. His come, the way he twitched against my walls, but whatever was flaring between us, I wanted all of it.

Pietor let out a strangled grunt into my neck as he came, warmth flooding my insides as his release filled me. My head fell back against the glass of the shower door, and I sighed—long, hard, and so very satisfied when stillness eventually returned.

As he set me back on the floor, Pietor smirked at me and swiped his thumb across my cheek.

“Well, I suppose we should actually get to work now. But that,” he leaned forward and kissed me, passionate yet simple, “was absolutely necessary.”

Ducking my head with a smile, I nodded. I was thrilled to fuck him every chance I got, but this did have complicate things. But that would be future-Billie’s problem. I was having fun, and for the first time, I was going to let myself enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

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“I’m sorry. Where are we going?” I raised a brow at Pietor, even though he couldn’t tell since he was driving.

“To get you a new outfit. If we’ll be spying on Cohen tonight, you can’t wear anything I brought for you. Really, you can’t wear anything you own. Not the right vibe.”

I scoffed, frowning as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, excuse me for favoring professionalism.”

With a light chuckle, Pietor reached across the center console and took my hand, giving a light squeeze.

“I still don’t think that Nicholas—”

Pietor gripped a bit tight, sighing. “If you still think that your boss isn’t aware that he’s being used by the mafia, which is ridiculous, by the way, you’ll see it well enough tonight.”

My heart pinched. I wasn’t stupid. Hell, I was very bright, in fact, but believing this about Nicholas felt…wrong. He’d been something of a mentor to me, albeit a misogynist one. But in law and enforcement, you got used to men like that.

“I just…” I looked out the window, watching the city zoom by as we headed downtown, “I don’t want to believe it. It’s…God, this probably sounds dumb to you, but it’s upsetting. I trusted him.”

We pulled up to a red light, where an older man biked across the crosswalk in a neon yellow jumpsuit. There was a beat of silence as the last roll of the car trucked forward before the brakes were fully engaged.

“It’s not stupid.” Pietor’s voice was flat. “You get betrayed a lot in my line of work. Unfortunately, by family most of the time. I get it.”

My chest squeezed, and I remembered what Pietor had said about his mother and cousin Lev. I gripped his hand back, smoothing my thumb across the back of his hand. As I looked over, there was an unfamiliar distance in his eyes, like he was going somewhere in his mind.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. I just…yeah.” I kept my voice low and quiet.

“It’s all right.” He breathed deep, shaking himself lightly. “Life’s a bag of dicks sometimes, yeah? So, I like to think of myself as the trash man. I collect it up and eliminate it. Make the world smoother, better, for those I care about.”

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