Page 26 of Escaping the Bratva

I don’t get a chance to admire him again because he comes towards me and wraps his arms around my waist. I gasp in surprise, but I’m quickly silenced by his mouth on my lips. His lips are like soft pillows against mine. His hand glides down my back until he grabs two handfuls of my ass. A moan slips from my lips at his roughness. I need this more than I want to admit. I turn off my brain and let him guide me. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my tits to his body. Now, it's his turn to groan, and the sound sends a tingle of pleasure straight to my core.

Heat spreads across my body, and the sound of my heartbeat fills my ears. I try to press myself closer to him, but it’s impossible to get any closer than we already are. He grabs the back of my thighs, and I jump to wrap myself around him. The sound of material ripping echoes through the room as my dress is forced to move out of the way. His hard dick press against my sex, and I remember just how big he is.

He walks me to the couch and lays me down. His mouth never leaves mine as his hips fit perfectly in between my legs. Neither of us try to slow down or even take a minute to breath. It’s like we can’t get to each other fast enough. I push at his sweatpants, and he smiles against my lips. He pulls back long enough to strip off his pants. I lift my dress to my waist.

“Fuck,” he groans as he stares. I hadn’t put on underwear tonight because I didn’t want the panty line. Luckily, I just got a wax too.

“Wider. Let me see all of you,” he commands.

I turn my brain off and do as he says, spreading my legs as wide as I can.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growls. Wetness pools between legs, and the couch underneath is probably getting damp. He uses his thumb and rubs slow circles on my clit. My body tingles, and he stares into my eyes as if trying to get a read on how I’m feeling. Fucking amazing, that’s how I’m feeling. I push my hips up, and he increases the pressure.

“You like that, kitten?” he asks. God, I do, and no one has been able to make me feel like this in twelve years. Every other time he has said that nickname, I cringed because it was a reminder of what we once had, but now it turns me on even more. I want to be his kitten, just like I was all those years ago. I want all his attention on me and to come home to this beautiful man. He could give me all the orgasms, and I would gladly return the favor. I’d willingly give him everything he wants from me.

He uses his other hand and inserts two fingers inside me. I gasp as he stretches me.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls. It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex, so that’s no surprise. He continues rubbing my clit and finger-fucking me until my legs shake.

“Come for me,” he demands, and I fall apart at his words. Waves crash over my body as I ride the high. I don’t have time to recover because V flips me over, so I’m on all fours, before he drives himself inside me.

“Shit!” I cry out at the sudden intrusion. He gives no warning as he thrusts into me. His hand grabs onto my neck, and he presses my face into the couch cushion. I’m still so tight from my orgasm that my walls cling around him. I relish in the control he takes over me. All day, I'm in control of everything. The entire weight of my company falls on my shoulders, but right now, with V, I can finally let go.

He slaps my ass and I moan, the sound muffled by the cushion. My ass stings, but the pain is mixed with the pleasure of his strokes. He moves his hand from my neck and digs his fingers into my hips so he can increase his speed. My tits shake, almost falling out of the top of the dress I still have on.

“My kitten likes it rough, doesn’t she?” he asks as his thumb moves to my forbidden spot and applies pressure. My muscles tense on reflex, which earn me another slap on the ass. The sound echoes off the walls in the open space.

“Relax,” he commands. I force myself to relax as his thumb slips into my ass. I feel so full, my walls start to throb again.

“Come for me one more time,” he says, his voice husky and out of breath. He keeps up his pace, and my body explodes. My walls close in around him once again. He lets out a loud groan before emptying himself inside me.

*****

When I wake up, I’m lying on a hard surface, not the silk pillows I’m usually used to. I open one eye and see I’m lying across V’s chest. Actually, my whole body is on top of him. His arms circle my waist as he quietly snores. I guess his body heat was warm enough last night, because I don’t even have a blanket on. My naked body is completely exposed. After I came for the second time last night, everything that happened afterwards was a blur. I let myself relax into his body. Everything about this feels so right, like we’re two puzzle pieces finally fitting together again. The smell of sex lingers in the air, mixed with his cologne. I look around the room. His couch is the size of a queen-sized bed, and it takes up a good portion of the large living room. Sunlight peeks through dark curtains, but all the lights in the house are off. I assume it’s early in the morning. I could stay lying on his chest all day, but my bladder has other ideas. I grab his wrist from behind my back, but when I do, he tightens his hold.

“Trying to run away?” His voice comes out deep, and the sound rumbles in his chest.

He cracks one eye open and looks down at me.

“I have to pee.”

He raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him. I’m tired of playing this game with V. It’s obvious that I want him, and although I’m still terrified of getting my heart broken, I can’t deny my attraction. I felt the safest I ever have when wrapped in his strong arms. His presence is like a shot of morphine. He calms me.

Reluctantly, he releases his hold.

“There’s a half bath to the side of the kitchen.”

“Thanks.”

I stand and follow his directions. The bathroom is completely upgraded, just like the rest of his house. V has always had an eye for the finer things in life. I take care of business then throw on a white robe that I find hanging on the back of the door before walking out. V has pulled on his boxers and is making coffee.

“Stealing my robe?” He asks.

I laugh. “You’re such a pretty boy. I don’t know many men that have bathrobes.”

He shrugs. “What do they wear when they get out of the bath?”

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