Page 33 of Bratva Queen

“Oh, shit!” I moaned, throwing my arm over my eyes and pulling my legs up further to push down against his hand, needing him to keep going. I heard his dark chuckle—he was enjoying watching me squirm.

He only stopped to slide a second finger into me, then continued his internal caresses while his thumb rubbed in little circles against my clit with growing intensity. It wasn’t long before I was thrashing around on the table, coiling my body and trembling with a mind-altering orgasm.

Aleksei bit his lip with a wide smile, and for the first time I noticed a dimple in his left cheek. He’d never smiled like that before.

Once I’d calmed from my elation, I panted with exhaustion and looked at him in wonder. “Wow…”

“That was just what I wanted to do at the club, in the shadows,” Alek explained, hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties. “This…” He pulled my panties off, lifting my legs high up to slip them off my feet, then placed my feet on his knees, and pushed my thighs open. “This is what I’ve been wanting to do if I ever got you alone.”

I lay there, feeling the most self-conscious I had ever felt in my entire life while he stared down at my naked pussy.

His breath came out shakily. He lowered his head, and he licked me, really slowly, right through the length of my drenched slit. His hands cupped the bottom of my thighs and he squeezed tightly, pulling me closer like he couldn’t help it—touching me in ways I’d always craved, especially when I danced for him on the pole, but that he’d always denied.

His mouth closed around my clit, and he pressed his tongue against it, swirled it and sucked it until I thought I would come again—only to stop, give me that devilish smile again, and begin to lap at my clit. His hands released my thighs and slid up against my ass cheeks to my hips, brushing over my stomach, all the while teasing my swollen nub with only his tongue. It flapped against my clit, picking up speed, until my jaw hung all the way open, and I lost my ability to breathe.

Just when the pleasure reached its peak, he brought his hand back around, under my leg, and slid his fingers into me so easily.

One deep stroke and I exploded.

“Aaah! Fuck! Alek!”

I shook and I writhed and I sat up, pulling forward and lifting my knees with delectable spasms coursing through my body and deep satisfaction burning inside me.

Alek sat back, his large and hardened shaft obvious as it pressed against the fabric of his sweatpants at his thigh, begging to be let out. He wasn’t making that move yet, though. He was watching me with this look on his face. It was like a combination of the looks I’d seen from him before—fire, desire, care, respect—with another glint in his eye that I’d never truly seen before: love.

It was clear as day.

I felt like telling him that I loved him, that we should run away together, and at least I would die having loved him, right?

But instead, I decided to avoid the dramatics and give myself to him. Rather save the radical ideas for when I could actually think straight. So, I pulled my negligee over my head.

Big mistake.

The look on Alek’s face went from adoration to deep, seething anger. I realized that his eyes were glued to the big purple, yellowing bruise on my side.

Shit. Shit!

“What the fuck is that?” he asked, pointing.

I quickly put my negligee back on and pressed my thighs together. “Nothing, Alek. It’s really nothing.”

His fists clenched at his sides, his eyes blazed, and the muscles along his jaw moved back and forth constantly. A certain fear grew inside of me. This was a dangerous man, even more so than my father, than Stepan. He was bigger than either of them and could do a lot more damage.

I wasn’t sure how to act or what to say to subdue the situation, so I found myself staring at him with fear in my eyes and bumbling an excuse. “It only ever happened that one time. I think he was high, I don’t know, but he apologized so many times and really made up for it since—”

“He’ll kill you,” Aleksei said, his voice suddenly cool and impassive.

“What?” I asked, not expecting the calm response.

“He will kill you, if given the chance, Isabel.”

He stood up and walked away, his fists still clenched, but it was clear that he had the anger under control. When he turned around his eyes were closed, and he was shaking his head.

“We can’t give him that chance,” he said with finality.

I frowned in question, feeling so low after such a magical high.

“What do you mean?”

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