Page 36 of Brooklyn Bratva

“Okay, I can do that.” Her voice was hushed and ragged, as though she was struggling to find her breath, and it stoked the beast in me to know how easily I affected her.

My hands smoothed down her sides, roving down to her hips to push the waistband of her leggings down. Becca lifted her hips to let me ease them over her perfectly rounded ass and off, and my fingers smoothed the lace of her panties against her skin, lingering over the texture of the lace for just a moment.

Her right hip was mottled with a large bruise that stretched down along the top of her thigh. Anger bubbled in me at the sight of it. More than the slug she’d pulled out of me, and the row of ugly stitches on my shoulder, this was a reminder that I still had to deal with Ruslan.

Before I’d seen that, I knew I had to get him off my patch, make them realize that Brighton Beach was not the place for him. Seeing the marks they’d put on her changed everything. It didn’t matter what they’d done to me, but for this I was going to hunt him down and dispatch him once and for all.

No one was going to get away with touching Becca. She was mine.

CHAPTER 18

Becca

I was breathing heavily, struggling to control the noises I made every time he touched me. My whole body was on fire, and I wanted him to immolate me completely. I might have been a virgin, but I knew with bone deep certainty that the only thing that would sate me was burying his cock deep inside me.

I wanted him so badly it hurt.

He’d endured the pain of the stitches, I could handle whatever came with him getting rid of my virginity forever.

“Becca, look at me. We’re going to be together. You’re going to be mine. This is only the start of that.”

I’d waited long enough. When Ivan pulled me to him all of those good-girl shoulds and ought-tos vanished. The only thing that mattered was getting him inside me.

In an instant he scooped me up, arms hooking under my knees. He hoisted me up, and I clung to him, my arms braced tightly around his neck and shoulders. My thighs clenched firmly around his muscular sides. And God it was fantastic having him between my legs..

The strength of him was phenomenal and it turned me on so much that even with an injured shoulder he could pick me up like I weighed nothing at all.

As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, he crossed the few feet to the bed and tossed me down onto the mattress.

I felt myself bounce, unable to stop my own momentum, and I let my legs fall apart as I came to a halt.

My breathing was heavy as I looked up at him, desperate for his touch. He was silhouetted in the doorway. The light from the corridor behind him outlined his rippling abs and the deep curve of his monstrous cock standing proudly from his body, testing the seam of his boxer briefs. He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen and I was going to experience every inch of his body pounding me into his bed. I couldn’t wait.

I wiggled my panties down my hips, but Ivan was on me in a second, his weight bearing down on me, flattening my hands to my body, trapped in between us, as he ground down against me. I whimpered at the pressure of his cock feeling like I was going to explode if I didn’t get to have him soon.

I needed to be naked. I needed him to be naked against me. If I didn’t feel his skin on mine, I was going to die.

“Ivan, please.” I could hear the begging tone in my voice, but I didn’t care. He knew I wanted him and there was no point pretending otherwise.

His large hands covered mine, pushing them away, and before I knew what was happening, his mouth closed over the crotch of my panties, his tongue lathing over me through the thin cotton above the gusset. I gasped, my back arching clear off the sheets at the wet heat of his mouth where no one had ever touched me, let alone tasted.

“Oh my God.”

Every single nerve ending was on fire, and he was the reason.

His tongue lapped over me again, and he drew back breath hot through the thin material. I moaned, and my hips curled in towards him without my say so. My hands clenched in the sheets, because I didn’t know what else to do with them. Keeping still was an impossibility, and when Ivan drew back to look at me for a long, solid moment, I nearly died of impatience.

Then he wrenched the sodden fabric to one side, exposing my pussy to the air, and to him.

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