Page 15 of Dark Bratva Christmas
“I have no qualms with it,” I mutter, taking a step forward and swallowing my shock.
My hands tremble ever so slightly. “Come, Little Flame,” I say, grabbing her arms as gently as I can. She resists for a moment, then gives in. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”The first time, anyway.
She turns and looks up at me, her eyes big and heavy with surprise. “Really?”
“I’ll go slow this time,” I say, leading her to the bed.
“We have to do this more than once?” She hesitates, but eventually gives in and stands beside the bed in front of me.
“Well, you have to produce an heir. It will take more than once.” My voice comes out huskier than intended, but my cock is rock hard. I’m starting to fuckingneedher pussy right now.
She looks around the room nervously, and I take the lead in the situation. I stand behind her, carefully unzipping the back of her dress. She gasps when she feels my fingers dragging along her spine and I catch sight of the goosebumps forming on her pale skin.
I don't know if it's from her nerves or arousal, but it’s enough to keep me going.
I push the dress all the way down, revealing her half-naked body underneath. All she's wearing is a pair of panties. Staring at her perfect ass is enough to fully harden my cock.
“Yebat(Fuck)...” I whisper under my breath as I get to see her curves with my own eyes. “Turn around. Let me see you.”
Her blonde hair shifts as she looks over her shoulder to stare at me, clearly seeing how lust has clouded my eyes.
Catarina slowly turns around, her hands over her breasts to hide them. I stare at her tight body, admiring her hourglass figure while I lick my lips.
“Allof you,” I say, reaching for her arms and pulling them away slowly. She shivers against the chill of the room, and all I can focus on are her perky breasts completely exposed before me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.She might be the best I’ve ever laid eyes on.
But there’s still something in me that says I shouldn't want her like this. I shouldn't feel this undeniable pull in my veins as I take a step closer to her. She's in love with my brother. She's twenty years younger than me. This isn't how things were supposed to go.
But staring at her naked in front of me fills me with the desire I haven't felt toward any other woman in a long time—maybe ever. And I've had my fair share of women, but none of them have sparked my desire like this.
I just need to fuck her out of my system.
“Lie back on the bed,” I instruct, taking a step back. There's a part of me that desperately wants to toss her down on the bed and rail her as hard as I can. My balls ache at the idea of it.
But right now, I have to go painfully slow. Catarina might be infuriating; I might hate her, but I swore to Mikhail that I would protect her. And right now that means protecting her from myself.
Idon’twant her first time to be miserable. No woman, not even Catarina, deserves that.
Catarina climbs onto the bed, rolling over onto her back. I just stare at her as she lies there with her mouth open while her eyes rake over my body.
I take my jacket off, then my shirt, standing before her so she can see all the muscles on my body, each lined with a myriad of tattoos. I notice her eyes tracing every inked line, a hint of desire filling them as she takes in the bulge in my pants.
My pants are the last thing to go. I unbutton them and push them down, alongside my boxer briefs, standing before her completely naked.
Catarina lets out a small gasp when she sees the full length of my cock, standing practically upright for her.
She parts her lips like she's going to say something, but she loses the thought and all I hear is a tiny sound I almost mistake for a moan.
“It’ll fit,” I grunt, fisting my cock and giving it a stroke as I stare at her lips. Part of me wants to grab her head and slip my length in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft.
But that’s not how we start.
I drop my knees beside the bed, at the bottom end of it. She sits up on her elbows and watches me as I bend over and press my face between her thighs, letting my tongue graze the outside of her panties.
“Oh...” Catarina says, clearing her throat and looking away from me as if trying to pretend she didn't like that. When she looks back, she's biting her lip and staring down at me, her chest heaving.
“I need to get you ready to take my cock,” I murmur, the scent of her already lingering on my lips. My fingers dig into the waistband of her panties, and I slowly lower them, tossing them aside.
