Page 7 of Pregnant Bratva Virgin

Pleasure is what Ryurik delivers as his fingers slide over my clit, his mouth teasing my nipples until I let go, climaxing on his hand. “Shit! My God,” I call out, the intensity of my orgasm overwhelming me. Ryurik draws his fingers out sucking them and handing me the shower gel bottle.

“Better than room service maybe?” He chuckles, taking the wet strands of my hair and tucking them behind my ear.

With a heavenly smile, I nod, unable to find the words for the feelings in my body. I take the bottle and soap him down, enjoying the tautness of his body, the gel being used up quickly as I progress, my body’s still in humming mode. He doesn’t have any visible tattoos that I can see, and he’s clean-shaven. Another surprise to me. I take extra care with his sizable cock, enjoying its veiny thickness in my hand, as I watch him, watching me, and it’s sexy as hell. I slide my hands over his shaft, his chest heaving as I caress his balls and let my hands wander down inside his muscled thighs.

He doesn’t let me get too far with it, drawing me back up to him. “No. Let’s take this to the bedroom where we can get a little more comfortable.”

“Good idea.” Forgetting his no kissing rule, I reach my arms around his neck feeling him stiffen, his actions intriguing me.

“No.” I draw my arms down chuckling nervously but craving more of what’s forbidden.

“Okay, okay. I won’t,” I whisper. A light flutter floats across my chest, my breath hitching in my throat at the simple request. Ryurik remains silent, guiding me out of the showerfirst, giving me a chance to admire his carved physique from behind, the ripples of his taut back and butt muscles making me want to reach out and grab everything.

I’m dying inside to kiss him, and the caring way he cocoons me in the towel only induces more addiction to having him break his rule for me.

Maybe he just needs to warm up,I tell myself as he walks me to the queen bed, both of us wrapped in our towels.

“Drop your towel for me and lay back.” Enjoying the game, I drop my towel, spreading myself over the bed. I haven’t once thought about my problems, and I’m giving myself permission to enjoy the night and wherever this man’s taking me.

Ryurik’s body hovers over mine. He starts from the top, the foreplay beginning again. This man is taking his time with me, and as his tongue and mouth are used on my body, it makes up for the lack of mouth-to-mouth action. By the time he enters me, I’ve already come twice. His hands pin my arms above my head as he slides his thickness inside me.

“I’m glad I took a chance with you,” I murmur, trailing my fingertips over the deep curve of his pecs, sighing as he thrusts himself deeply inside me.

“Me too, and if you didn’t come to me, I was going to come to you anyway,” he confesses, his green eyes darkening with desire, and his mouth too close to ignore.

His guttural groans give me reason to believe I’m breaking him down a little. Wrapping my thighs around his back, the bed bounces under our rhythm, his eyes squinting shut as his hips swivel. God, he knows how to work my body. I giggle out loud because he’s that good.

I’ve only had shitty experiences in the bedroom with men who didn’t know a thing about pleasure—mostly rough handling. Not Ryurik, he knows exactly how to stroke me from the inside and where his hands should go.

He struggles to keep his mouth away from mine, but it guides itself naturally until our hot mouths crash together, and the taste of his feverish kiss takes our night of passion to the next level.Yes. This is what I wanted.Neededfrom him.

His girth swells inside me as my walls tighten around him. “Emily, you’ve broken me,” he grunts, his voice falling away, almost as if he’s frustrated by breaking his own defenses, but the intimacy of his mouth closing over mine, only makes me want to kiss him again, over and over. I feel him climax inside me, and I rub my clit afterwards wanting to come again too.

Both of us end on an incredible high as he slowly rolls off me, both of us panting, but I’m smiling. I have my ways.

“I think I’m ready for room service now. I’ve worked up an appetite.”

Chapter Four - Ryurik

I broke my coveted rule.Never to kiss a woman’s lips when I fucked her.Goddammit.That’s not what was supposed to happen. No. I was supposed to give her what she wanted, show her a good time, come, and leave it where it is.

But I couldn’t leave those sweet rosebud lips unkissed. I wanted to know what they felt like against mine. I wasn’t wrong about wanting that because they reminded me of the best type of worldly sin. I wanted to plunge into her as deep as I could go and never return, forgetting about killing Willy Dee. Earlier in the night didn’t exist, it was just the woman named Emily, and I lost in one another for one sultry Chicago night.

I gave her what I could of me because that’s all I was willing to offer, and I stopped short of Emily wrapping her tempting, full mouth around my cock, but I’d wanted her to do it. But again, that was too close for comfort for a man who lives life on a razor’s edge. I’m cut from the Bratva cloth—an underboss with a mission on my mind, and no woman is ever going to take me down. I’ve watched it happen to others in the brotherhood, and I’ve vowed to sidestep the perils of heartbreak.

No, I want everything clean, neat, and logical. Messy emotions aren’t for me, but when I look over at the rising sun through the hotel curtains and the white sheets draped around Emily’s body, she could be a muse for a painter.

Stopping myself, I draw back my hand from touching her hair, wanting to see her face one more time before I slip out into the early morning. It’s likely she’s never been to the Hampton Suites, but at least if she comes here again, she’ll have a nice memory to go along with it. I want her to stay and have breakfast, enjoy all the hotel benefits and what it has on offer.And the truth is as I watch her stir, I know she’s too pure and naïve for a man like me.

If you only knew what I am, Emily, you wouldn’t be lying in this hotel bed with me.

That’s the beauty of one-night stands, never having to get too close, and never having to tell the women I fuck about the depths of my depravity. Somewhere inside of me, I want a house to tell my secrets to, but I can’t risk my position. Staring at her parted mouth as she sleeps peacefully, I chastise myself as to why I would have let myself kiss her like that. She’s not more special than any other woman I’ve slept with, so why her? I keep looking at her, trying to figure it out, coming up short, as I lay back, picking up my phone.

There’s only a bunch of club messages, and I listen to the voicemails, the vague memory of shooting Willy Dee coming back to me. The first message is from Sergei.

“Hey, Ryurik. Checking in; it’s been handled. Speak to you in the morning.”Sighing, I slip a hand behind my head in satisfaction.Good.That means the cleanup crew were successful in disposing of Willy Dee’s body and that’s the first step of what I need to hear. The second step is to check for myself. I’ve learned my lesson in the past where my team has been sloppy and it’s cost me, but I wasn’t a man to be so forgiving for such mistakes.

I made an example out of Igor, making him give himself up to the cops, and he’s still serving inside for another ten. You do this in the Bratva. You take the fall if you fuck up.

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