Page 57 of Bratva Queen

A loud, guttural moan escaped his lips. He opened his eyes and fixed them on mine in perplexity as the fire surged between us. “Yes, Isabel…Fuck” he moaned.

I knew he was feeling the same intensity of emotion that I was, both of us overwhelmed by our connection. His hands reached out, seeking mine, and when they found them, he squeezed tightly, as if to assure himself that this was real.

His breathing was ragged, and his eyes closed again as he let out another moan. In that moment, suspended in time, our connection was more powerful than anything either of us had ever experienced.

I gasped a deep breath and held onto his shoulders. He was stretching me and seizing my body as his, even when I was the one who’d wanted to claim him. I figured that by the look on his face, I already had.

I took another moment to feel him inside of me and convince myself this was real, by swirling my hips slightly and feeling his cock press into corners of myself I’d never felt before.

“Jesus, Isabel!” Alek whispered loudly, gasping as his hips lifted of their own accord.

“This is just,” I leaned forward and pulled my pussy up, to begin slow movements up and down, “so difficult to believe… That it’s finally happening.”

As I moved, I ran my hands up and down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength of his muscles as I continued my movements. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation, feeling each movement as a reminder that this was real and that I was finally living my fantasy.

“I know baby,” he said, looking up at my body slowly pumping his dick.

“No, you don’t,” I whispered against his ear, finding myself grinding down against him—a move I’d never done before. “Aleksei… I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

“From behind that curtain?” he asked breathlessly, squeezing his fingers into the flesh of my hips as I rocked forward and backward.

“Yes!” My answer was mixed in with my pleasure.

He put his arm around my back and flipped me over. I was desperate enough to keep him inside me that I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and landed on my back with him suddenly pushing deep into me.

“Isabel, I wanted you at that very same moment.” He ground his teeth together and fastened his movements into me. “I wanted to go behind that fucking curtain and stop you from getting on stage.” His breathing became raspy, while I bucked my hips up to meet his smooth motions. “I wanted to take you home and make you mine!”

“Fuck! Alek!” I felt myself blooming from within, but this wasn’t just sexual heat, this was like a burst of happiness from my chest at the same time. “I love you!” The words left my lips before I had time to think, and I was filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and relief. The warmth in my chest seemed to spread through my body and I felt light and alive. I looked into Alek’s eyes, and I knew that he felt the same.

“God, I love you too.” His mouth collided with mine and there was no more talking.

His grip tightened around me as he let out another moan, and I felt my body quiver in response. The sensation of pleasure heightened as I felt my muscles contract around him and my orgasm built up and peaked. I could feel my heart racing and my body tingling with pleasure as I surrendered to the moment.

His every thrust felt like an explosion of pleasure, and I watched in awe as he moved with a skill and finesse that was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. His passion was palpable, and his intensity was electric as he moved in and out of me with increasing urgency. I could feel his body spasm as his orgasm intensified and then finally, with one last shudder, he released himself into me.

Our bodies hardly disconnected at all that night. Just as we began to drift to sleep, we would wake up with the intention of getting him dressed and back to his own room. But once we felt each other’s warm bodies slide up against one another and realized that no one and nothing was waiting on us except the sun, we reconnected in hazy, warm, entirely love-filled sex.

I’d never known anything like it.

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“So that’swhen he finally met us, right?” Ivan asked.

Of course, I hadn’t detailed the previous scene to my sons. But the memory of it made me blush, and I pressed my fingers to my cheeks to try and hide it as I continued my story.

“Yes, he really was back for good. He took his place as the head of security and worked hand in hand with the house manager, planning his guards’ shifts around her and Stepan’s schedules, making sure he had a pulse on everyone in the house. He was able to—when Stepan wasn’t around—let me out of my room a little more. A lot of the staff and the guards respected him, and I think even agreed with him that I should have had more access to my children. So, I got to visit you guys a little more frequently, and we’d play outside or in your room, wherever we were safest.”

“I remember that.” Misha nodded.

“I remember Uncle Alek playing outside with us after you were gone,” Dmitry said, “When Stepan was either sleeping off his late nights or out with some—”

“Dmitry,” Misha said in warning, without looking his way. I smiled.

“Somewoman. That’s what I was going to say.” Dmitry rolled his eyes and sighed.

“So… did you two fall in love then? At the Koslov house?” Maxim asked. I figured he wanted to know when exactly he was conceived, and I laughed.

“We fell in love way before then, but yes… I’ll admit, I wasn’t exactly faithful to Stepan during those months.”

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