Page 102 of Sins He Taught Me (Bratva Crime Syndicate 3)

Without warning, I reach down and heft Victoria up into my arms, carrying her into the house. I hold up a hand to Timofei to let him know that we’re good, then close the door and carry Victoria through the halls of the mansion.

Victoria has been busy in my absence, I see. She has hung up pictures from Nikolas on the walls, added a few more colorful throw pillows to the living room sofa, and the light scent of a rose candle burns throughout the first floor.

All of the additions are practically screaming her name, and I find myself not exactly hating it. Had this been one year ago, I would’ve tossed everything into the fireplace immediately. I would’ve despised how she turned my place into her own while I was gone.

But I’m not that same man anymore.

I’ve realized that this business doesn’t have to be my entire world. I spent so much of my time substituting human interaction for Mafia transactions that I forgot my own humanity for a while there.

That’s not to say that I won’t be returning, either. This is my life. This is the life my father raised me to live out. I just need to spend more time with the people that I care about. With the woman that I care about.

When we make it to the kitchen, I finally put Victoria down on the floor, stealing one more kiss from her. “It smells good in here. What are you cooking?”

“I’m baking cookies. I know you always snuck chocolate chip cookies when I’d make them for Niko, so I figured you’d like them.”

“You knew about that?”

“Of course I knew about that,” she grins.

No point in denying it now. Victoria is a spectacular baker. “God, you’re incredible, you know that?”

Her smile turns cocky. “I know.” She gives me a wink, then blushes.

Pulling her close, I press my lips to hers again, groaning at the way her body molds to fit mine perfectly. It’s been too long since I’ve had this kind of contact with her, and I feel myself shedding all sense of restraint.

I need her now. Hard and desperately.

She pulls away from the kiss, giggling, and says, “I need to get the cookies out before we do anything.” Quickly, she checks the oven and reaches for a mitt, pulling out two sheets and placing them on cooling racks to settle down.

Once she’s done and the oven mitts are off her hands, I lift her into my arms and make my way upstairs to the bed. She peppers kisses up and down my neck and shoulders, making my cock throb even harder in my jeans.

I toss her down onto the bed, and in a flurry, we both remove our clothes.

I look up to see Victoria sitting in bed with her knees drawn to her chest. Between her legs, I can see the soft lips of her center beckoning me forward, and I don’t hold back the urge to completely devour her. I reach for her legs and tug her towards me harshly. She laughs, screams, and the sound takes the rest of the chill out of my heart.

In its place is only heat, desire, and love.

When I spread her legs, she makes no efforts to be shy, instead slipping two fingers down and spreading herself open for me. “Please, Matvei,” she whispers. Hearing my name on her lips, the way only she can say it, sends me reeling. “I need you.”

Starved for her taste, I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs, dragging my tongue over every inch of skin. I lap at her greedily, savoring the taste I’ve never stopped craving.

Above me, Victoria writhes in pleasure, her whimpers rising higher and higher the more I work my tongue over her.

I lick up to her clit and spend a long time teasing her, poking and prodding, until finally sucking her hard. Immediately, her knees shake, and she places a hand on the back of my head, keeping me still. To my surprise, Victoria begins thrusting and rolling her hips against my mouth, using me the way I’ve done to her so many times.

It takes all I have not to reach down and stroke myself. My grip on her thighs tightens instead.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this woman grinding herself against me, eyes closed, head thrown back, her chest heaving as she works herself closer and closer to her climax.

She bites down on her plush bottom lip and I know that she’s almost there.

Seizing just a bit of the control back, I slip two fingers inside her and stroke upwards. Finding her g-spot is practically muscle memory, and the moment I hit it, she gasps and cries out, her hips moving at a faster pace.

“That’s it,” I growl, turning to bite on her inner thigh. “Come for me,” I demand. “Show me how badly you want me, baby.”

And come for me she does.

With increasingly desperate thrusts, I feel her thighs shudder and her entire body practically vibrate with the power of her orgasm. Victoria holds me close, crying out my name as she rides through the wave of pleasure taking over her. All the while, I don’t stop working my fingers inside of her or flicking my tongue over her clit mercilessly. Only when she collapses on her back, breathless, do I sit back on my heels and smile with satisfaction.

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