Page 8 of Cruel Bratva King

There went my heart, fluttering at what could be empty promises. “And how are you going to make my world right?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. The air between us grew hotter. The heat from his body burned through the soft fabric of my dressing, penetrating my veins and spreading warmth across my body.

My nipples hardened, and a throb rested between my legs at the possibility of what could happen between us in this room. I’d lived like a good girl all my life, careful and holding back on my wild desires, like a bird with clipped wings.

But in this room, with this stranger, my walls were collapsing, filling me with the need to spread my wings and sore are high as I could.

He leaned forward, and I expected him to kiss me, but he lowered his lips to my ears instead, his warm breath raising goosebumps on my skin. “You don’t have to know that,krasivaya,” he said with an undertone. “You only have to see it. To experience it.”

His hand moved from my waist to my ass, squeezing it tightly. “Do you trust me?” he whispered. I opened my mouth to answer but was cut off when he kissed my neck, replacing my words with a moan.

Jesus,my body responded to his kiss in weird ways. The throbbing between my legs became almost unbearable. My whole body wanted him. I needed him, and I had no idea if it was the alcohol I had earlier or the fact that I was simply attracted to him.

He slid his hands into my dress and moved it until he was fondling my breast. “Answer me,krasivaya.Do you trust me?”

“Should I?” I panted. I could feel him get hard beneath me. I instinctively started to grind my waist, desperate to satisfy the ache between my legs.

“You should,” he murmured as his kiss traveled slowly from my neck to my chest and then my breast. He bit my nipple a little through my dress, and I screamed from the pleasure mixing with pain. Fuck, I was losing it.

This stranger was seeping into my head like alcohol, gaining control of my senses and my body. This stranger, who I had no idea if I could even trust. This stranger, who I didn’t even know his name.

“Krasivaya,” he groaned, lifting himself from the cushion and carrying me with him. “I’m taking you home.”

Chapter 4 - Sergey

Fucking hell.

The thirty minutes it took to drive us to my place had to be the most frustrating thirty minutes ever. I near damn pulled the car to a curb on the roadside and fucked her.

All of my senses were ignited, my cock throbbing hard and threatening to break free from my suit pants. No woman had ever had this effect on me. No woman had ever made me so fucking hard. It was almost painful.

I rammed my lips into hers, kissing her with desperation pulsating through my veins. Her lips tasted like the martini from earlier at the club, and they also had a faint taste of strawberry. I sucked them hard.

Forty-two years on this shithole of a planet, and I’d never felt as turned on fucking a woman as I was kissing one right now.

She moaned into my mouth as we kissed, her hands longing to explore my body. Her moans had an effect on me that crumbled every inch of brutality in me to a mere crisp of hormones. My entire existence pulsated for her, and I could swear it was unhealthy to want anyone this much.

Sliding one hand around the small of her back to keep her in balance, I punched the code to my mansion with the other and led us into the darkness inside.

My maid, Marina, was on leave today, and Nikolai was at the club. So, the mansion was empty, meaning I could fuck her in every corner of the villa if I wanted.

Still kissing her, I reached for the light switch and turned it on. Breaking our kiss, I pulled back and drank in her beautiful face. Her eyes were lusty with desire, her chest caving as she stared straight into my eyes.

How can anyone be this beautiful?

My eyes drifted around her delicate body. Her nipples were pointy and hard through her dress, and she had killer curves. She was hot as fuck. Mouthwatering sexy. She had the curves of a goddess and skin that looked like milk. Silky and soft, I could eat strawberries off her body and then eat her too.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered. Those were words I’d never said to a woman before. Lilianna was the first.

Red painted her cheeks, and she smiled at me. Fuck, her smile was like sunlight. Bright, beautiful, and addictive. If she wasn’t careful, I was going to make her mine after tonight.

“Take your dress off,” I ordered, wanting to see how beautiful she looked beneath the black fabric hugging her skin tightly. Imaging it alone was killing me. I was going berserk at this point.

Her throat moved as she swallowed, blushing even harder. “Can I have a drink?” she asked, rolling her full lips between her teeth. “I’m kind of… shy.”

No way she was having another drink. I liked my women aware when I fucked them. I wanted her to live the rest of her days drowning in the memories of tonight. When I was done with her, no man would ever come close to giving her the same satisfaction. I was sure of it.

I reached out and touched the smooth, soft skin on her face. “I’m not a very patient man,moy tsvetok.Now take off your clothes.”

A whimper escaped her throat, but she obliged. Her small fingers clenched around the hem of her dress, then she pulled it over her head and tossed it on her ground.

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