Page 31 of Paid for By the Bratva

"It fucking is," I say, biting her lower lip. My heart hammers against my ribcage, and she takes her hand and reaches for the buttons of my shirt.

The streetlights cast a dim glow on Lara's flushed cheeks as our hunger for each other deepens. Her soft gasps fill the air while my hands roam freely, exploring the curves of her body. The tight space in the car only makes this desire to ravish her all the more urgent.

My trousers threaten to tear as she bites into my neck, my hands on her breasts. Fuck, I can’t hold back. I need to feel her softness around me, to pound her senseless.

“Dima,” she moans again. “I want you,” she echoes my thoughts.

And had I been a weaker man, I’d take her here and now. But my mind races faster than the moment. I imagine her naked, laid out before me, her eyes waiting for what I might do next.

But not here, not like this.

"Wait," I murmur suddenly, pulling back with a jolt of clarity. This isn't how I want our first time to be—rushed,confined, and overshadowed by the fear of getting caught in this parking lot. Lara deserves better than that.

"Is everything alright?" she asks breathlessly, confusion clouding her eyes.

"More than alright," I reassure her, brushing a stray hair from her face. "I just think we should wait until we get home."

Understanding dawns on her face, and she nods in agreement, quickly pulling back. "You're right. Now, how fast do you think you can get us back home?"

I grin and start the car. “I used to drive race cars,” I say, and the roar of the engine drowns out everything else. I drive faster than I’ve ever driven before.

Lara clutches my hand, her touch electrifying, as we speed down the moonlit streets like two fugitives escaping into the night.

"Dimaaa,” she sings, “You're driving awfully fast.”

"Sorry, I'm just…excited," I admit, sparing her a quick glance. A playful smile tugs at her lips, and I can tell she's just as eager as I am.

"Me too." She squeezes my hand gently, a silent promise of what awaits us once we reach our destination.

The distance between us and home shortens; my mind races with thoughts of all the things I want to do to her. Correction: Have wanted to do to her.

"Almost there," I say, my voice husky with anticipation.

Lara nods, her eyes shining with excitement and desire as she leans closer and nibs my ear playfully.

“God, stop teasing,” I chide, groaning from how my cock throbs.

“Why?” she says, her voice sultrier than I can deal with.

“Cause I can’t take it anymore,” I say, almost angry that my home isn’t closer.

“Oh well,” she places her arm around my neck. “Would it be easier if I got naked right now?”

My eyes almost pop out of my head as I turn to face her. “You wouldn’t dare,” I warn. “People will see.”

“So?” she teases, placing her hands under the hem of her skirt, sliding it up her gorgeous, creamy legs.

I reach over and place my hands on her thighs. “Stop,” I say. “We’re almost there.”

I see my guards patrolling before us. “I mean it, Lara,” I growl.

She chuckles and puts her skirt back in place.

I bring the car to a screeching halt in front of our home, dying to get inside. The evening is still young, and I plan to make it a very, very late night.

"Finally," she murmurs, her eyes shining with excitement as I help her out of the car. Hand in hand, we run across the driveway.

But just as we're about to step through the front door, it swings open to reveal the unexpected presence of my sisters, their faces lit up with excitement.

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