Page 10 of The Bratva's Nanny

Staring into his eyes, she waited. She had come to him.

So make the next move. You’re not at his mercy. Not really.

Putting her hands on his chest, she wasn’t even tempted to push him away. She slid her hands around his body and then sunk them into his hair. This time, she pulled him down to kiss her, but as she did this, he changed, pulling her face toward him so that by the time their lips met, they were both moving in for the kiss. The moment his lips touched hers, all common sense and thought left her mind.

Dmitry let go of her head to take the tie of her robe, pulling it open. She had to move her hands from his shoulders for him to shove the robe off her body. Another moan. His hands all over her.

She wore a silk negligee, one that he had provided for her, and it was no match for him. Alix heard the fabric tear, but she didn’t care. Reaching for his shirt, she tugged it out of his pants, and Dmitry stepped back, taking over. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, showing off his heavily inked chest. There were so many designs to see, she couldn’t focus on just one.

Reaching out for him, she ran her hands all over his chest, but Dmitry captured her hands, placing them in one of his own, spinning her around so that her ass rubbed against his erection. His other palm landed on her stomach, and he slowly began to stroke up her body until he cupped one of her tits.

“I don’t answer to women,” he said.

“You’re the boss, Dmitry, tell me what you want me for. Tell me what you want me to do.”

He pinched her nipple which made her moan, but she rubbed her ass against his dick.

“Fuck, woman,” he said. His lips went to her neck, and he flicked his tongue across her pulse but seconds later, he bit down, not too hard to draw blood, but enough that it felt like a warning.

Chapter Four

There was no way Dmitry could give her that kind of power. For all he knew she was working with her husband to bring him down. She might be a distraction and he didn’t have time for distractions.

Alix was ripe in his arms. Her ass moving across his dick and the feel of her hard nipple against his palm made her impossible to reject. He’d been wanting her for so long. In all his life, he’d never considered kindness a strength. Far from it. He knew life to be cruel, and he made sure to act accordingly. She was the first person in his life to make him question everything. She had shown kindness when she didn’t have to.

Moving his hands up toward the straps of her negligee, he pushed them down her arms and watched as the top slowly dropped toward her breasts. Another tug, and it slipped past her tits to fall at her waist, just where the curve of her hips began. His mouth watered. He loved her tits. Cupping them in his palms, he felt the weight of them. Stroking his thumb back and forth across each beaded peak, he felt her sink against him. Then the touch of her head as she reached between them, to cup his dick.

She rubbed him through his pants before attempting to open them. Alix tugged at his belt, then the button. He didn’t stop her, nor did he help her. This was all up to her. Instead, he teased her nipples, wishing there was a mirror right in front of him so he could watch.

Dmitry let go of her tits to push the negligee off her hips so that it pooled at her feet. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Alix finally reached into his pants, gripping his stiff cock and easing him out of the confines it had been trapped in. In return, he cupped her sweet pussy, finding her already soaking wet. He slid a finger between her soaking slit, tracing across her nub, then gliding back down to penetrate her tight cunt.

Another moan echoed around the room and he returned his lips to her neck, nibbling on the tender spot of her pulse. She began to stroke him, going from the tip down to the base, then back up. Her movements getting faster as she did this.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in an attempt to control the urge he had.

Drawing his fingers out of her tight cunt, he moved them toward her clit, and using two of them, he started to stroke her. Alix shook in his arms and she moved her pussy against his hand, showing him how desperate she was.

“Do you want my cock?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Beg me for it.”

“Dmitry, please, let me have your cock,” she said.

This woman continued to surprise him. He figured she would refuse. Tell him to get lost. Instead, he was so freaking hard. He moved them over to the sofa, removed his hand from her pussy, sat down, and then pulled Alix over his lap.

“If you want my dick so much, put it inside your hungry cunt,” he said. He almost spat the words at her, trying to see her reaction.

Alix only hesitated for a second, but then she reached down between them, gripped his cock, and aligned it with her entrance. Then, inch by inch, Alix sunk onto his length. When there was enough inside her, she gripped his shoulders and then sank the last of the way, hitting his pelvis with a slight hardness as she took all of him. He watched her eyes close and her teeth sank into her lip as she did this.

“Look at me,” he said. “You look and see whose cock is inside you.” He all but growled the words.

Alix cupped his face. Her gaze looking directly into his as she started to move up and down on his cock.

“I know exactly who is fucking me, Dmitry! Exactly who I want to fuck me.” She began to work his cock and at first, he didn’t touch her.

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