Page 62 of Paid for By the Bratva

I can feel the heat of our bodies as I carry Lara to the couch, our lips still locked in a desperate, urgent kiss. The weight of her in my arms feels just right, like she’s always belonged in them, and I know that we are both teetering on the edge of surrender.

Gently, I lay her down on the soft cushions, my hands roaming over the curves of her body with reverent curiosity. My fingers trace the outline of her hips, dipping slightly beneath the waistband of her pants, teasing her as an involuntary gasp escapes her lips. "Dima…" she breathes, her voice quivering with anticipation.

"Patience, Sweetheart," I murmur against her lips, but to my surprise, she decides otherwise. Sitting up suddenly, Lara stands and pushes me back onto the couch with unexpected force, straddling my hips and pinning me down. A mischievous smile dances across her face as she looks down at me with pure, unadulterated desire. This strong, confident woman is such a sight for sore eyes, and I can't help but groan in approval.

"Seems unfair that you’re left to always take care of me," she teases, her fingers deftly working to unzip my pants. They fall to the floor with a soft thud, and she slides off the couch, kneeling before me.

As she gazes up at me with those beautiful, soulful eyes, the adoration in them cause my heart to swell with love. She doesn't hesitate any longer—slowly, tenderly, takes my cock in her hands, and her gorgeous pouty lips part as she takes me into the wet heat of her mouth. The sight of her lips stretched around me is almost my undoing.

She sets an unhurried pace, lavishing attention on every inch of my length. Her tongue swirls in a way that has pleasure building at the base of my spine.

"God, Lara…" I manage to choke out between gasps as she suddenly takes me to the back of her throat. My body tenses as Lara's lips and tongue work their magic, eliciting groan after groan. My fingers tangle in her hair, not to guide her, just to touch her. The intimacy of the act overwhelms me—that she would give herself to me so completely tears at my heart.

"Ah, Lara," I rasp out, my voice strained with desire. "You're…incredible."

When her eyes meet mine again, I'm lost. I watch as she keeps her gaze on me and hollows her cheeks to pick up the pace. The coil of pleasure in my gut winds tighter and tighter until I can no longer hold back.

But, I must. The night is young, and she’s served enough. Now, I need to serve her.

Fighting against all carnal instincts, I gently grab her shoulder, pulling her back. “Stop,” I moan, as she fights to return to my cock with her mouth. I pull her up from her knees, sliding her down on the couch. She gazes up at me expectantly, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, her eyes flickering to my rock-hard cock.

My hands roam down her body, slipping under her dress to caress her thighs. I trail my fingers higher, delighted to find the stretched-thin panties, which I remove with a slow trail of my fingers down her legs. She shivers with each inch I cover.

I leave a trail of kisses on my way back up, her panties now discarded, and the scent of her gets intoxicating, drawing me closer like a moth to a flame.

"Your turn," I whisper, positioning myself between her legs.

Lara moans as I stroke her slick folds. Her hips undulate, seeking more pressure and friction. I oblige, sliding my tongue across her parting. She bucks her hips, a soft "oh my god” parting from her lips. I take my thumb, caressing her clit, my tongue flicking at her folds.

She tastes just like herself, honeyed summer nectar, and I drink her in as deeply as I can. She is mine, and I am hers.

Her juices drip down my mouth, and when I feel her ready for me, I gently put a finger in her. Her muscles tense from the invasion.

"Relax, Lara," I breathe, my warm breath fanning across her heated skin. "Let me take care of you…"

And with that, I lose myself in the act of pleasuring her.

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The soft rise and fall of Lara's chest lull me into a state of tranquility as she sleeps in my arms. The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on her peaceful face, her inky black hair spread out against me. I haven't felt this content in ages.

Totally at peace.

The shrill ring of my phone shatters the serenity. With a sigh, I carefully disentangle myself from Lara's embrace and step out of the room, careful not to wake her. My heart races with unease as I answer the call. "Nikolai, what is it?"

"Dima, we have a problem." Nikolai's voice is tense, and I brace myself for whatever news he has to deliver. At this hour, itcan’t be good. "Lara's brothers are in trouble. They sent an SOS alert."

"Damn it," I mutter under my breath. "Why couldn’t they stay out of trouble just this one night?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to discuss that now,” my brother replies wryly. “Look. Ivan, Mikhail, and Sergei are out of town, and I can’t get in touch with Boris and the gang. I’m tied up with other commitments, and my men and I won't be able to reach them in time. Can you help them?"

Panic surges through me, and my mind races to formulate a plan. After all, they are my sister’s brothers. Family. "Where are they?"

"An old warehouse on the outskirts of town. Apparently, they stumbled upon some rivals, and things got ugly."

"Understood." My protective instincts kick into overdrive. "I'm on my way."

For Lara.

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