Page 6 of Pregnant Bratva Virgin

“Yep, friends in high places. Get in.”

The butterfly door opens, and I slide in, the leather interior immaculate, as the door automatically slides down. Ryurik starts the ignition, and my heart ramps up right along with it. He turns on the music, and the windows come down as he reverses fast out of the tight spot and into the belly of Chicago’s streets.Holy shit!

This guy is a thrill seeker; I can tell. He pushes the limits in the car until we reach the Hampton Suites on the North Side of Chicago. The ritzy side where all the millionaires live. Maybe he’s some big-time entrepreneur. I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m along for the ride and the experience of being his lady for the night just one time. We arrive at Hampton Suites quicker than I can stop my head from spinning as Ryurik hands the keys to the valet, escorting me inside to the reception.

The whole scenario feels like a dream as we walk through the sophisticated and polished lobby, elevator music playing softly in the background. My ears are still ringing from the club.

Ryurik turns over the keycard that will open our room as the elevator takes us to the third floor. “Room 309. Our special room for the night,” he says evenly, the light in the elevator dancing in his eyes. There’s layers to him that I don’t know, but I can feel them. On the surface he’s friendly, his face open, his body carved to perfection, and a dimple I didn’t recognize earlier. That layer I don’t know is the one exciting me the most, but I’d have to puncture the surface to get to it. Maybe I’m reading into things too much because I’m a detective, but it’s got a blood rush going in my system.

“Mmm, room 309. Do you think they’ll have snacks in room 309?” I prompt, being goofy.

A fractured smile plays on Ryurik’s mouth. “Yes. We can order whatever you want; we’ve got all night.”

The air is thick with desire as I stare him down, studying the bulge in his pants. “You can go all night?”

“I do whatever you want me to,” Ryurik replies, his green eyes brightening as he leans forward, grazing my mouth with his. It’s not a hard, fast, against the wall type of kiss, and that surprises me. No, it’s a thoughtful promise of a wish yet to be fulfilled.

And I can’t wait. The elevator light illuminates as the door pops open and Ryurik directs me down the hall. There’s a small part of my stomach that twinges when I think about the fact, he might have brought women here before, but I ignore it.

Girl, you’re just here to have a good time with the man. Let it go.

We move inside the room, the décor exquisite, and the suite big enough to be my apartment, if I’m honest. The bed is queen size, but Ryurik still manages to hog much of the space with his raw, masculine energy.

“Drink?” He moves over to the bar, already pouring himself a drink, waiting for my response. I relax, slipping off my dancing wedges.

“Yes. But I want to freshen up with a shower.”

“Sure. Go idea. What about room service? Want to look at that when you get out?”

“Yes.” I wink, Ryurik’s eagerness to please making me feel at home as the room steams up. Ryurik’s eyes follow me as I close the bathroom door behind me. The bathroom is huge, and club buzz is wearing off, but there’s a new type of buzz replacing it—I like it. I turn the water on, watching the large mirror steam up as I peel off my sweaty black party dress before stepping into the steam of the shower, selecting a shower gel, and enjoying the small luxuries of the swanky hotel.

I might as well, I’m not going to be here again anytime soon, I don’t think. Gliding the gel over my arms, I hear the door click open, my heart drilling in my chest.

“Mind if I join you? I could use a shower too,” comes Ryurik’s voice.

“Yes. Come on in.” And that’s when I feel him, the fullness of the man behind me, his flesh sticking to my wet body as the hard strength of his cock jams into the curve of my back.

“See what you’ve done to me already?” he mock complains as I hand him the shower gel, the shards of water cascading down my back as I stick my head fully under the shower head.

“That’s a hard start,” I tell him, my laughter changing to a strange cadence due to speaking through the water.

He thrusts himself forward his hands traveling up my body with a lather, soaping up over my breasts as he tweaks my nipples. “Sure is, and there’s going to be a moan at the finish line,” he promises, his hands traveling down my front, hands sent from the gods to massage away all the stress and pressure I’ve been holding from not only the job, but because of my mom.

Letting myself get carried away, his hand slopes down between my thick thighs curving past my pubic hair, his fingers finding entry, pulling my folds apart. He pants in my ear, pressing me forward to the tile of the shower. Whimpering as his fingers find my hole, I grind against his hand.

“That’s it, give that pussy to me for the night,” he requests as I rotate my hips, forgetting about room service, only focused on the tight, lustful sensations growing by the second, between my legs.

“Uh-huh.” He withdraws his fingers, and I feel him crouch, soaping down my legs, right down to my feet.

“Turn around.” I flip over, standing behind the sheet of water, Ryurik’s thick mass of hair slicked back from his face, as his hands work at massaging with soap up from my feet. Shit. This feels too good. I didn’t know he could do this. He’s not what I thought he would be. He’s taking his time. As the water drains away the sweat from dancing, Ryurik replaces it with relaxation, my body melting as he takes the time to bring his mouth along for the trip, kissing between my thighs.

I open my feet wider, planted against the shower cubicle wall, putting my hands on his head, letting my fingers run through his slickened hair. It’s a fantasy I’ve harbored since I saw him in the club. Opening my mouth wide, I gasp as Ryurik’s fingers slip into my wet groove, and he stands to his feet, his mouth inches from mine.

Instinctively, I raise my mouth to kiss him, but his piercing green eyes investigate mine. “I don’t kiss,” he indicates roughly, his voice distorted through the water. I’m slightly surprised by his answer and in disbelief, but figure it’s a game we’re playing. Moaning as Ryurik’s fingers dive between my folds, I smirk.

“Maybe later, then,” I reply as his mouth lands on my neck instead, pulses of electricity firing through my body. Ryurik grins, his fingers moving faster inside me, and I ride my body over his fingers, but want to soap him down clean like he did to me. “Your turn for the soap,” I urge, but I’m not able to stop myself from grinding harder and wanting more fingers inside me.

“Ladies come first; pleasure is what I promised,” he whispers, his voice like satin down the barrel of my ear, the velvety thrum of his voice making my pussy want to sing. I can’t stop myself from feeling even if I want to slow down the pace. His mouth lowers to my breast, his tongue sliding over and overagain, sending tiny sparks of electric current sizzling through my body. I’ve never had a man make me feel so good, and we haven’t even made it to the bedroom.

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