Page 13 of Brutal Promise

It’s not a suggestion. I’m so excited I will explode the next time her tight ass brushes my cock. I’ve never been so turned on before. It’s like I’m experiencing a contact high without the drugs. I need to fuck the hell out of her right now.

I grab her hand and lead her to the side door Kirill, and I used earlier. I text an Uber. And Kirill. “Alena will take your purse home,” I announce to Izzy as we stand on the curb.

My lips are on hers. Her lips are soft and yielding under mine. I press harder, wanting to devour every inch of her. Her arms slide around my neck, and my hands tighten around her waist.

The car pulls up. I open the door. She slides in first. I take a second to survey the landscape. Nothing looks out of place, so I doubt we’re being tailed. I’m always working and decide that tonight I need to relax for a change.

I look forward to fucking Izzy. For some reason, I never want her to forget me.

I tell the Uber to take us to an intersection a few blocks from the condo to be safe. We get out, and I put my arm around her as we walk, and her soft skin is covered in goosebumps. The night air is warm by my standards. She’s either cold or nervous. I pull her closer as we walk and lead us into the secure building with no visible doorman. I hope Kirill has control of the surveillance cameras out front and in the lobby. I don’t want to be on video if I can prevent it.

We take the private elevator, and I press the button. As soon as the doors close, I turn, taking her by surprise. I pin her against the metal wall with one hand on her throat. She’s under my control. Her slightly swollen lips are parted as if she’s asking for more. One hand slides down her face, and the other holds her still. I bend my head. My lips cover hers. I kiss her gently at first. I nip and nibble, teasing her. My cock is engorged, and her hands slide around my neck. She wraps one leg around my hips and pulls me into her. She wants this as much as I do. She has no way of knowing I’m about to erase the memory of any man she’s ever been with. I plan to tease her to frustration and leave her begging for more. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be screaming my name as she comes all over my cock.

6

IZZY

If Dmitry is hanging out with Kirill, he must be someone important. I’ve never been with a mafia man before. I was always afraid to get too close and get sucked into a world where I disagree with their criminal ways. I’m worried I’ll lose myself if I become like them.

Tonight, their world spilled into mine. I’m not immune to danger, but this week has been intense. Between the stalker and the knife, I feel like my life is careening in the wrong direction. Does my friendship with Alena come with strings that will bind me to the mafia world forever?

I have no clue. All I know is that Dmitry’s dark eyes see me. How did he know that man was going to grab me? Was he watching me? How could he do that with a knife and not be arrested? What I do know is that tonight is the first time I’ve felt safe since the stalker.

His English is good, but I picked up on what sounds like a Russian accent. I melt in his arms, and he can kiss me forever without breathing. The fact that he can stab a knife into a man’s hand without blinking gives me a reason to pause. I’ve seen how brutal Russians can be based on their reputation. Tonight, I have seen firsthand how brutal they can be. The violence was immediate and caused my heart to skip a beat. This man knows how to take control of a room, and he did it to protect me.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. His hands are anything but cruel as he glides them over my arms and fondles my breasts, rubbing the nipples through my thin bra. I want to remind him we’re in public, but the words die on my tongue because he’s sucking it into his mouth. I can’t resist him as he works my body into a fever I’ve never known. Oh my God, I'm in if this is what a bad boy is about. The elevator dings, and it’s perfect timing. I need air. He gives my bottom lip a final nip before stepping out of the elevator and grabbing my hand as I follow him.

The woodsy smell of his cologne and expensive vodka drifts over me. I breathe him in, and his touch makes my panties wet. How long has it been? Too long. That’s about to change. I’m done sitting on the sidelines, watching others have all the fun. I will be a bad girl tonight and walk on the wild side. What’s the harm in one hookup? I want to savor tonight for all it’s worth with this man who has shown he has a short fuse and can be ruthless when his demands aren’t followed. I’ve never had a man defend me. It was exhilarating, empowering, and … a turn-on. Maybe women with dangerous mendohave more fun.

He leads me into a large condo, and the kitchen lights flick on by sensor. The door locks automatically behind us like a hotel room. I don’t have my phone or identification. I’m being reckless. I’m alone with a stranger, and my heart races like a Formula One engine. Dmitry empties his pockets onto the counter and pins me against the closest wall. He slips out of his shoes and removes my spiked heels, then caresses each foot after he tosses the shoe. Who knew this would send erotic shivers up my spine?

He finds the zipper in the back of my dress, and I hear it unzip. I moan against his strong jaw before he trails kisses down to my full breasts. He unclasps my lacy bra, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples harden, begging to be stroked. I crave his touch, and it’s making my brain as fuzzy as a cotton ball.

He savagely grabs one breast. I gasp. I’m not used to rough sex, but heat fills my panties. I want more. I slip my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Snaking a bare leg around his leg, I unzip his pants, slip my hand inside his boxers, and grab his rock-hard cock. When his lips latch onto my nipples, wetness gushes between my thighs, and I feel myself lgo limp against the wall.

He catches me by scooping me up in his arms. I rest my head on his broad chest as he carries me like I’m light as a feather to a bedroom. He yanks the covers back with one hand and lays me in the bed with my legs dangling over the side.

He strips his boxers off and unbuttons his shirt, dropping it silently to the carpeted floor. In the soft glow of a night light in the room, my eyes drift from his brooding dark eyes to his broad chest covered with tattoos. His muscles flex. I hear my panties tearing after he slips a finger under them, leaving me exposed, physically and emotionally.

He drags me across the bed towards him. When my pussy is lined up with his cock, he kneels. Placing his hands under my buttocks, he angles me up towards him. I spread my legs, and he devours me. Arching my back, I grasp the sheets and ball them into my fists as the pleasure makes my head swim. His fingertips grip my thighs so hard it hurts. The bruises will be my reminder that this wasn’t a dream.

He mumbles something in Russian and runs his tongue around my inner lips before focusing on my clit. He brings me close to climaxing, then pulls away. I want to slap him. How dare he deny me?

“Fuck me,” I beg as I writhe with pleasure firing in every fiber of my being.

“Not yet,dorogoy,” he says as he runs his tongue up my thigh and stands.

He rubs the tip of his engorged cock at my entrance, massaging my lips and clit. I take a deep breath and put a fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. My other hand grabs his chest hair, urging him to fuck me.

He bends over and softly kisses my cheek, then my lips. I thread my fingers into his thick head of hair. Our eyes meet.

“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he whispers. He reaches for a condom on the nightstand, rips it with his teeth, and glides it on. He leans forward slightly and thrusts himself into my anxious pussy. I whimper. He’s large, and I’m small. His eyes flicker with a mischievous gleam. “You are so tight. This might hurt.”

I grab his shoulders to brace myself as he slams into me, and I experience his girth with a moan. It hurts, but it’s the most incredible feeling in the world.

He doesn’t strike me as a man with fuzzy feelings, but he asks, “Are you okay, Izzy?”

“Yes, yes,” I assure him with the soft lilt of my voice.

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