Page 36 of Hating the Bratva

“Thanks,” Alek says before opening the door for me and waving me inside.

Once we’re both inside, I look out the window at the palm trees that line the airport. Alek threads his fingers through mine. I look down at them and smile before looking back out the window. Excitement bubbles in my stomach. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Florida, though I’ve never to Miami. Usually, we went to Orlando or Palm Springs when we took family trips, depending on the vacation’s agenda. I’m reminded that I haven’t talked to my parents in almost two weeks, and they haven’t reached out to me either. The thought hurts, but I’m also not surprised. They’re both too wrapped up in their fake lives to care about what I’m off doing. They don’t even know I’m in Miami.

“Does anyone know we’re in Miami?” I turn to ask Alek.

His jaw clenches for just a moment. “No, and nobody can know.”

“Why not?”

“Bratva business.”

“Well, if it’s Bratva business, why doesn’t the Bratva know?”

His eyes bore into mine, and a shiver runs down my spine. He’s never looked at me this way before, like he wants to scare me. I bet it’s the same look he gives his men. Suddenly, I don’t feel as excited for our time in Miami as I did before.

“Forget I asked,” I mumble, turning my back on his cold stare. But I can still feel him drilling holes into me. We ride to the hotel in an uncomfortable silence. It isn’t until he closes the door to our suite that I speak.

“Am I not allowed to ask questions? Is that it?” I snap.

He ignores me, but I can see that I’m getting to him because his hand tightens around the straps of the bags he’s holding. His veins are clearly visible under his ink-covered arms. He sets the bags down in the living area before coming toward me. He’s fast, and I don’t have time to register before he’s backed me into the wall. My heartbeat quickens, and it’s all I can hear in my ears. His eyes are cold as ice again, just like in the car.

“I won’t lie to you,” he says, his voice deep and husky. Despite his anger, a fire starts in my belly. The same fire that was there last night when I asked him to stay with me. “So stop asking questions. If you know why I’m here, someone might try to get information out of you, and I won’t put you in that situation. Knowledge is power, but it can also be dangerous. We’re here because I have to do something that I’m not supposed to be doing. That’s the only answer I can give you.” By the end of his speech, his eyes have softened a bit.

I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “Okay.”

I shouldn’t have pushed. I pushed for him to take me here, and then I was pushing for answers. Bratva life is a dangerous one, and for a second, I forgot just how dangerous it is. His shoulders visibly relax, but my heartbeat is still beating rapidly. His eyes assess my body. His jaw ticks as if he’s trying to make a decision. I’m still sore from last night, but my body responds to him anyway. I crave his touch, his rough hands on my soft skin and his fingers digging into me.

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. My nipples harden at the contact. His tongue glides against the seal of my lips, and I open for him, allowing his tongue to explore me. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some friction. His hands go to my ass, and he drags me closer to his body. The heat from his anger just moments ago quickly turns into desire. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he lifts me so my legs can wrap around his waist. My back hits the wall, but I’m so caught up in his touch I barely notice. He presses against me, and I can feel him straining through his pants. I didn’t get to see much last night since the lights were off, but now, I want to. I want to see every single inch of him. I rub myself against his pants’ zipper, and I’m glad I decided to wear a sundress today.

“Shit,” he groans into my mouth.

His hands squeeze my ass, and my panties become even more soaked. My muscles are wound so tight from need I feel like I’m going to explode.

“Alek, please,” I moan. I need him to touch me just like he did last night. He holds onto me as he walks up over to the bed. Our bodies never come unglued from each other as we hit the mattress. He stands to his feet and quickly strips completely naked. His dick stands at attention, thick, veiny, and way bigger than I imagined. I felt him inside of me last night, but I thought maybe he just felt so big because I was a virgin. Now I realize that was not the case at all. I’m suddenly reminded of the soreness between my legs.

“Take your clothes off,” he commands. His cool tone sends shivers throughout my body. It takes me a minute to register what he just said.

“What?”

He wraps a hand around his thick length, and my eyes go back down to it.

“Take your clothes off…all of them.” Nervousness bubbles inside me. Last night, it was dark, and my dress was still on. Now, I feel completely exposed. He must see the hesitation in my face because he steps toward me and places a kiss on my lips. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just you and me.”

I want to tell him I’m nervous because of him, but I don’t. Instead, I grab the hem of my sundress and lift it over my head. I didn’t wear a bra because the dress didn’t call for one. My breasts aren’t huge, probably nothing compared with the other girls he’s been with, but his eyes give nothing away as he stares at me and slowly starts to stroke himself. His strong hand wrapped around his cock stirs something primal deep inside me. Who knew I’d find this such a turn-on? My nipples harden even more, and a cocky grin spreads across his face.

“Your panties,” he says.

I scoot back on the bed so I can take them off. Now that I’m completely naked, I want to cover myself.

“Show me how you touch yourself.”

My eyes nearly bulge out of my head. “Wh…what?”

He never stops stroking himself as that grin stays permanently on his face. “Spread your legs and show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”

I swallow the saliva that’s formed in my mouth. Is he serious right now? I’m not a prude or a saint. I masturbate pretty regularly, but never in front of someone. Despite my shock, I can’t help feeling like I’m doing something I’m not supposed to.

“Show me,” he growls, his voice laced with desire, and I swear his cock has grown even more prominent in the short amount of time since he’s taken it out. Taking a deep breath, I lie back on the bed with my knees bent. I open my legs, and the cool air hits me, but my body temperature is warm enough that I don’t feel cold.

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