Page 35 of Escaping the Bratva

He takes in a deep breath. “You’re killing me, kitten.”

It's nice to feel like I have some control over him.

“Is that right?” I ask, wiggling my hips against him. He lets out a groan, and I can feel him hardening underneath me. I should probably be freaking out right now. There is obviously someone who is after me. They tore apart my condo, but yet I feel so safe right now. I truly believe that V will take care of it. He grabs my hips and flips me over, so he hovers on top of me.

“You like teasing me?” he asks.

I bite my lip. “Who said anything about teasing?”

He reaches his hand between us and moves it under my shorts. My legs fall open automatically because my body craves his touch. He lets out a breath as he feels how wet I am.

“Shit,” he whispers, rubbing between my folds. I move my hips up trying to get more friction. Damn, that feels so good.

“You like that?” he asks.

I nod because I’m unable to form words. He laughs before removing his hand and scooting down the bed, taking my shorts with him. I sit up and quickly take off my shirt, not wasting any time. I want his hands all over my skin. I should want nothing to do with this dangerous man, but I’m practically begging him to touch me. He grabs my thighs and spreads my legs wide as I lay back on the soft mattress. His mouth rains kisses over my thighs, and goosebumps pop up over my skin where his mouth leaves. It takes a minute for my brain to realize what he’s planning. Is he about to—

I lose my train of thought as his hot mouth covers my clit. My hands dig into his hair, needing something to grab onto as he sucks on my most sensitive spot. I haven’t had a guy go down on me in…well…twelve years. A moan escapes me, and I can feel V smile against my lips. Of course he finds this entertaining. My toes curl, and my grip on him tightens as my orgasm hits me so hard, I feel like I might pull a muscles. I don’t even realize he’s moved back up my body until he pushes himself inside me. It’s easier to take him than last time, like my body remembers exactly who he is.

“You feel so damn good,” he whispers in my ear. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my nails dig into his back as he pounds into me. Each time he thrusts, his hard stomach muscles hit my sensitive sex and I gasp. I forgot sex could even feel this good, but with V, it has always felt like this. He grabs my ass cheeks, lifting my hips up so he hits a different angle. I slam my eyes shut as he continues hitting the perfect spot.

“Eyes on me,” he grits out, his voice deep and demanding. My eyes pop open. “I want to see you come all over my dick. You hear me?”

I nod and he slaps my ass. “Answer me.”

“Yes…I hear you,” I pant, my breathing picking up as his pace increases.

“Good girl.”

I think my nails are going to break the skin on his back when a tingling sensation takes over my body and my legs go weak. He’s not far behind me. With a few more thrust, he lets out a groan, and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, filling me with everything he has. I remove my hands from his back.

He rolls over to his side of the bed and places his hands behind his head. “Damn.”

“I guess we can still do one thing right.”

He nods. “That we can.”

I look down at his naked cock. It hasn’t softened at all.

“Really?” I ask, tilting my head toward his dick that’s currently standing at attention, as if nothing just happened.

“I have five years of sex to make up for.”

I laugh and get up from the bed on shaky legs. I feel his eyes on me as I walk to the bathroom and get in the shower. I’m just grabbing the soap when the door opens. V steps in and stands behind me as I squirt the soap on to the loofah that was hanging on the wall.

“That’s mine, you know.”

I shrug a shoulder. “If we can share a bed, we can share a loofah.”

He chuckles and reaches over me to grab a bar of soap. I watch as he rubs it over her skin. When he’s done, he grabs the loofah out of my hand since all I’ve done is stare at him. He grabs my hips and turns me so he’s under the shower water, and I’m in the cold. But the cold is quickly replaced as he runs the soapy loofah over my arms, then over my breast. My nipples harden at the contact, but his facial expression doesn’t change. He looks focused as he rubs the loofah all over me until I’m covered in soap. He rinses himself off and then switches places with me again. I use my hands to wash the soap off, and I’m surprised when I feel his hands in my hair rubbing in shampoo. Once we’re both clean, we dry off, and I change into the clothes I packed, which includes a pair of jeans and nice shirt since I figured I’d be at the office. When V comes out of the closet buttoning up a dress shirt, I raise an eyebrow.

“I have to go into the office,” he says.

“But I can’t?”

He shakes his head. “It's too dangerous.”

“Then I’ll go with you to your office and work there.”

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