Page 17 of Bratva Beast

“I want you, Cynric. I want this.”

“Not that I’d give you the choice, baby, but I’m glad.”

He cradles me into his arms, then lays me down on the bed. I gasp as one of his hands slides up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. The other hand drifts lower, fingertips teasing along my inner thigh. He shifts above me, settling between my legs as he captures my lips. Arching against him, I crave more. I roam my hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex. He moves his mouth to my neck, drawing flesh between his lips, making his mark. “Do we need a condom?”

I shake my head. “No.” His cock presses against my sex. The feeling is exquisite, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. He teases me, sliding the length of his shaft along my slick folds but not entering. My pussy is drenched as I whimper with need, trying to angle my hips to take him inside.

“Patience,” he murmurs against my ear, nipping at the lobe.

His hands roam my body, caressing and exploring. When he cups my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples, I arch into his touch. The dual sensations of his hands on my chest and his cock rubbing against me are driving me wild.

“Please,” I beg breathlessly. “I need you inside me.”

He rubs my clit with his thumb, chuckling. “After you come for me.”

He pushes his cock into my pussy, feeling my tight walls. Instead of pushing deep, he pulls back and thrusts the head in just enough to feel so full. His ministrations send shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His tongue dances with mine, mimicking the thrusts of his cock, and my back arches as ecstasy crashes over me in waves. He works me through my climax until I’m panting.

He smiles down at me. “You’re good and wet now. I think watching you come is my new obsession.”

I nod. “Let’s make you come now.”

He kisses me as his steel length thrusts inside. My pussy stretches around his huge cock. Keeping up a rhythm, he hits the perfect spot inside me, sending shivers all over my body. I close my eyes, relishing the experience. My fingers squeeze his arms, urging him along. “Please.”

“I like when you beg me.”

He bites the soft skin by my collarbone and my moans of pleasure spur him on. I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. The intimacy of the moment is almost overwhelming. I’m drowning in sensation as he slides inside me. Skin against skin,rubbing his flesh against mine, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in the universe that matters. His body stiffens as he cries out. My body can’t hold back as I meet him thrust for thrust as the tingles cover my body. I’m going to come. Cynric growls as waves of rapture crash over me and I’m screaming his name in ecstasy. He follows, burying his face in my neck as he finds his own release.

He pulls out and lays against me, pulling me into his side. He grasps the comforter and pulls it over the top of us. “Sleep.”

My mind wars with the idea of sleeping in his bed. I want to get up, but the warmth and comfort bathe my soul as I drift off in the arms of my beast.

Chapter 5

FOUR WEEKS LATER

CYNRIC

“Isabella?” I wait for an answer that I know won’t come. She’s not here. “Where the fuck is she?” I head into the kitchen. I’m not used to coming home after being gone all day. I scrape my hand across my short hair. There are downsides to slipping back into the real world from my self-imposed exile. My dick twitches. This morning, I slept in later than I have in years with Isabella in my arms. The little waif has worked herself into my cold, black heart. It’s been just over six weeks, and I can’t remember not having her in my bed.

Mrs. Belova has her back to me by the stove. She jumps when she hears me and turns. “Oh, I thought you were Izzy.”

I growl. “Isabella.”

She smiles, a knowing smile. “She’s usually home by now.”

I turn and stalk to my room. I adjust the mouse as my monitors spark to life on my desk as I study the screens. Isabella isn’t aware, but I’ve tapped into the monitors at the hospital and surrounding area. I rewind history and find her walking out of the doctor’s lounge with her backpack. “There she is.” She walks down the hallway to the door that leads to the street in front of my condo. I flick to the next screen and slam my fist down on the desk. That male nurse, Russell, is shoving Isabella into a car. “Fuck.” I grab my phone, dialing my father. Papa’s going to kill me for this.

“Uzhe pozdno.”

“Yeah. It’s late. Isabella was taken. I need help.”

“What the fuck do you mean, taken?”

“From work. From the hospital by a male nurse.”

My father’s steps increase in speed as I hear him fling open a door and bark out at our men. My breath catches. I don’t like the taste of fear, but I’m afraid for her.

“Cynric. I’m sending your brothers to you and our men out. Have you tracked her phone?”

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