Page 58 of Brutal Monster
Without waiting for my answer, he sweeps me into his arms. Water cascades from our bodies as he carries me from the surf like some conquest. I should protest—I've never been the type of woman who needs to be carried away like a damsel in distress—but his strength, the possessive grip of his hands, sends heat pooling between my thighs.
"I can walk," I say, but make no move to free myself.
"I know." His eyes, gray as storm clouds, burn into mine. "But I like you in my arms, Inez."
The beach sand is surely hot beneath his feet as he strides toward our private cabana. White gauzy curtains flutter in the ocean breeze, offering the illusion of privacy though we have no need for it. No one comes to this part of the island without our permission.
Vanya carries me through the billowing fabric, into the shade of the thatched roof. The air is cooler here, raising goosebumps across my bare breasts. He lays me on the plush daybed, my skin still damp, salt water soaking into the pristine white sheets.
"You're ruining the linens," I murmur, watching him stand above me.
"Let them burn." He hooks his fingers into his swim shorts and slides them down in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, hard and ready. My mouth waters at the sight.
He kneels on the bed, crawls over me like the predator he is. His lips find my collarbone, trace a path down to my breast. When his mouth closes over my nipple, I arch off the bed, a gasp tearing from my throat. His tongue circles the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks shooting through me.
"Vanya," I breathe, threading my fingers through his wet hair.
He moves to my other breast, giving it the same torturous attention while his hand slides down my stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of my bikini bottom. With a sharp tug, the thin fabric tears away.
"That's two you owe me," I say, but my voice breaks as his fingers find me, already slick and ready.
"Worth every penny." His thumb circles my clit, and my hips buck involuntarily. "Look at you, so wet for me."
In response, I reach between us, wrap my hand around his length. His breath hisses through clenched teeth as I stroke him, feeling him throb against my palm.
"Inside me," I demand. "Now."
For once, he doesn't tease, doesn't make me beg. He positions himself at my entrance, locks eyes with me as he pushes forward in one smooth thrust. The sensation of him filling me tears a cry from my throat, my body stretching to accommodate him.
"Fuck," he groans, holding still for a moment. "You feel like heaven."
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He begins to move, setting a rhythm that's neither gentle nor punishing—just perfect. Each thrust drives me higher, the drag of his cock against my walls sending jolts of pleasure through my core.
Outside our sanctuary, waves crash against the shore. Inside, there's only our breathing, the slick sound of our bodies joining, the occasional creak of the bed beneath us. His mouth finds mine again, swallowing my moans as he picks up the pace.
"Mine," he growls against my lips. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasp, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me. "And you're mine."
His rhythm falters at my words, his control slipping. Good. I want him undone, want to see the feared Bratva captain lose himself in me completely.
I flip us suddenly, using a move that would make my combat instructors proud. Now I'm on top, straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside me. Surprise flashes across his face, quickly replaced by heat as I begin to ride him.
"My warrior wife," he says, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
I plant my palms on his chest, feel his heart thundering beneath my fingers. Power surges through me—not the power of empire or bloodshed, but something more primal. Here, I control his pleasure. Here, I make him vulnerable.
His thumb finds my clit again, circling in time with my movements. The dual sensation is almost too much. I throw my head back, feel my release building, coiling tight in my core.
"Come for me, Inez," Vanya commands, voice strained. "Let me see my wife fall apart."
As if my body obeys him alone, the tension snaps. My orgasm crashes through me in waves, muscles clenching around him as I cry out his name. He follows me over the edge, thrusting up hard as he empties himself inside me, a string of Russian curses falling from his lips.
I collapse in his embrace, boneless and sated. His arms envelop me, holding me close as our breathing slows. And we lie together, connected in the most intimate way possible.
"I could stay here forever," I murmur against his skin, the words escaping before I can stop them.
His hand strokes my back, traces the curve of my spine. "Then let's stay."
