Page 33 of Hating the Bratva

I bend down to whisper in her ear, “See that guy at the end of the bar in the white shirt? That’s Adam. He works closely with Ivan.” She turns her head slightly to look at the man that’s been nursing a whiskey. “See that man in the green jacket stationed by the door? He’s one of us too. We’re at a Bratva club, Delaney. Don’t act so surprised. Bratva men are crawling all over this place, and they’d be too happy to run to Ivan and tell them you’re getting drunk and dancing with other men.”

She shoves at my chest, and I take a step back. “You think I give a fuck if they tattle on me? I’m tired of everyone treating me like a fucking child. I get shamed for having a good night out, yet I’m not too young to be married off and carry baby Bratva members?”

A bright flush starts to creep up her neck and her face. Good. Now her anger can match mine.

I grab her arm, not hard enough to hurt, just enough so she knows I’m serious. “We need to leave.”

She jerks out of my hold, swirling the drink in her hand. Her eyes are wild as they drill into me. My jaw twitches as I grind my teeth together. I take a few deep breaths before plucking the drink out of her hand and setting it down on the bar. I take a couple of steps closer to her, crowding her, so she has nowhere to go. The hint of vanilla mixed with tequila fills my nose as I place both of my hands beside her. Her tits rub against my shirt as she breathes. I glance down to see her nipples poking through the thin dress. She didn’t even wear a bra with this short-ass dress? I wonder if she’s wearing panties underneath. It would be too easy for me to run my hand over her thigh and check.

“Alek,” she warns as if reading my thoughts.

I run my tongue over my lips. Her hair is pushed behind her, brushing the bar. I lift my hand and run it through her soft strands. She tilts her chin up as I tug gently.

“We need to leave,” I repeat. By the way her breathing has slowed and her nipples are still at attention, I know she’s not unaffected by me.

She swallows, and I release her hair before taking a step back. I wave for her to walk ahead of me. I try to keep my eyes off her ass as we leave the club.

It takes the entire ride home for me to get my anger under control. Delaney falls asleep in the passenger seat. I put the Rover in park and turn the engine off.

“Delaney,” I say. She doesn’t move. I climb out and open the passenger side door. She nearly falls out before I catch her. After lifting her petite body into my arms, I walk into the house. Her eyes crack open at the sound of the front door closing, but she instantly falls back asleep again.

A chuckle escapes my lips. I stop at the top of the steps. I should drop her off in the guest bedroom, close the door, and leave her alone. That’s what a good man would do. But I’m not a good man, and I’ve never claimed to be. Ever since I left the guest room the night she came back from her date, I’ve been holding myself back from getting back in bed with her. I turn away from the guest room and head toward the master. I pull back the cover and lay her down on the cool sheet. Her eyes open as her body hits the mattress. There’s a flash of panic in them before she calms down again.

“You carried me?” she asks, bunching her eyebrows together.

“I tried to wake you first,” I grumble. For what feels like the hundredth time, I ask myself what the fuck I’m doing. I’ll go. She can stay in the master tonight, and I’ll take one of the other guest rooms. I turn to leave, and her soft hand grabs my arm.

“Stay.”

One word. I should be able to ignore it. Something about her has me breaking all the rules. She’s in my house, in my bed, yet she’s promised to another man—a man who will never deserve her. I start to take off my shoes, and her hand falls from my arm. My dick throbs from the hard-on I always have when I’m around her. I pull my shirt over my head, and her eyes roam over my abs. I’m mostly used to women looking at me with a hint of desire in their eyes, but with Delaney, it’s like she owns me…because she does. I flip the light switch on the wall, bathing the room in darkness. I take off my pants before crawling in bed next to her. Her petite frame barely takes up any space in my California king bed. It would be easy for us to sleep without ever touching each other. But we both know that’s not what she meant when she asked me to stay.

I reach a hand out, and my fingers are met with the bare skin on her thighs. I rub up and down, bringing goosebumps to the surface. She takes a sharp intake of breath—my hand stills. Maybe I’d misread her.

“Keep going,” she encourages. I pull her body close to mine. My hard dick rests on her belly, and I know she can feel the bulge.

“Pull it out. Feel what you’ve been doing to me since the moment you stepped foot in this house.”

Her warm hand tickles my chest before trailing down to the edge of my boxers. My dick twitches in anticipation. Her soft hand wraps around my cock but not nearly as tight as I need. I place my hand over hers and squeeze to the point that I like.

“Like that.”

She begins to stroke, and a guttural sound works its way from my chest and out of my mouth. Fuck, that feels good.

“Did I—”

“Keep going,” I grunt. She continues to stroke me, this time with more confidence. When my balls start to tighten up, I push her hand away. I roll her onto her back, holding my weight on my elbows. My dick digs into her thigh. I take a second to reach into the bedside drawer and grab a condom out. I put it on before going right back to where we were.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this.”

Even in the dark room, I can see the redness creep into her cheeks. Delaney’s so tough, but right now, I can see her clamming up. She’s nervous—an emotion I’ve never seen from her. I lean down and press my lips to hers. My tongue jets out against her lips, demanding entrance. She opens. The taste of the tequila she’s been drinking mixes with the vodka I’ve had. Drunk off our kiss, I lean all my weight to one arm and move my hand in between our bodies. She lets out a soft moan into my mouth as I cup one of her breasts. I circle her nipple from over the fabric, feeling as it gets harder under my touch. I love how her body responds to my touch.

I break our kiss so I can whisper in her ear, “I bet you’re soaking right now.”

Her legs twitch as if wanting to close them shut, but I’m in between them. I chuckle before moving my hand from her breast down the rest of her body. I stop at the hem of her dress and pull it up so it’s bunched around her waist. I don’t have the patience to remove the entire thing, not when my dick is begging me to bury myself in her sweet pussy. I move her panties to the side and run my fingers through her slit. She lets out another moan as I feel the wetness.

“Alek…shit…” she stutters as I begin a lazy pattern from her entrance up to her clit.

“Next time, I want to devour you, but right now, I don’t have the patience.”

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