Page 5 of Impregnated By the Bratva

Makari sat up, stripping off his shirt before pulling me up into a seated position. He pulled my top up over my head and tossed it to the ground. He tenderly pushed me back. His fingers danced down my sides as he moved to unbutton my pants. Makari pulled them off without any issue.

I watched as he stood and swiftly removed his as well. He stood for a moment, studying my body. Unexpectedly, I felt shy and blushed as I lifted my hands into the air, waving him to come closer.

His chest boasted a tattoo of a large snake. It ran from his neck across his chest, and down to the opposite side hip. “Interesting,” I mumbled, smiling.

He stood on his hands and knees over me. I could feel the heat he was producing. Leaning in, he kissed me. But this time, it was soft and slow. Holding himself up with one arm, his other hand slowly made its way down my body. I breathed in sharply as he pushed his hand down my panties.

His finger slipped between my pussy lips. He moved softly up and down and then in circles. I arched as lust surged within me. “Oh, yes,” I breathed out into his mouth. He pulled his hand out and placed his finger in his mouth, licking it.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, his voice husky.

I simply nodded. I was overrun with lust that speaking wasn’t an option. Makari laid tender kisses down my chest, nibbling on each breast before moving down. It felt like I had stepped into a sauna with the amount of heat coming off me.

I wiggled as he kissed my stomach. Reaching my panty line, he moved off the bed and pulled them down. His movement was quick but affectionate. Picking up my legs, he placed them to the sides, opening me up.

I heaved as he came in strong, taking my flower into his mouth and sucking. A small scream of pleasure escaped my lips as he stuck his tongue into me. “Oh, yes,” I moaned, feeling my body shaking.

Pushing my hands into his hair, I gripped them hard. I had lost all control as his tongue danced with my pleasure spot. My arms moved at their own will as I pushed him into me and then pulled him back up.

Overtaken by pleasure, I let go and became his woman for one night. The things he could do were mind-blowing. I had never experienced sex like that before.

Makari moved back up, kissing my cheek before whispering into my ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes,” I replied in a barely audible tone.

Carefully, he rolled off and lay down next to me.

Shifting up, I lay my head on the pillow, breathing out hard. This was an amazing night. I was too tired to bother going back to the dorm. Closing my eyes, I smiled as I felt my body going numb. Sleep hugged me like a long-lost friend.

My head pounded lightly as I opened my eyes. The light coming in through the curtains fell on my face, and I had to blink a few times. I had one too many drinks last night.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw he was still fast asleep. I was relieved as I wasn’t sure how I was going to face him. Moving like a snail, I slid out of bed.

Carefully, I collected my clothing and got dressed. I didn’t dare make any noise and wake him. I had to get out before he noticed. Once done, I slowly tore a page out of a notebook on the table to leave him a note thanking him for the evening out.

I left the note under his jacket. This way, he would surely find it. Grabbing my small bag, I headed out. I was relieved to find the hotel was quiet so early. Why had I been so reckless, I thought, wanting to slap myself. I haven’t slept with many men and never before on a first date.

Except for his astonishing build, something about him just drew me in. It was like I had no control over my mind or body. This has never happened before. Walking back to the dorms, I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt light and the day was going to be bright.

Chapter 3 - Makari

Opening my eyes, I turned to take another look at the amazing woman beside me in my bed. “What?” I breathed out, jumping out of bed. She was gone, and the bed was empty. Rubbing my eyes, I wondered if I had dreamt it all.

“No, impossible,” I spoke to the bed. “I’m good but not that good.” Grinning, I quickly swept the hotel room to ensure she wasn’t making coffee or showering. Grace was gone. Traces of her lingered, such as our glasses on the cabinet, but she wasn’t there anymore.

Heading back to the bathroom, I took a shower. There was work to do, and focusing on her wouldn’t achieve anything. Closing my eyes, I let the hot water rinse her away. Once dressed, I entered the room to collect my jacket.

Picking it up, I saw the note dropping to the floor. Opening it, I read it out loud. “Thanks for the night, cya around!” Shaking my head, I tossed it in the bin as I left. Letting it go, letting her go, was the best thing to do.

As I started my truck, my mind wandered to her smooth skin against mine. I let my head fall to the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath, I cleared my mind. She made me forget everything that was happening.

“No,” I reminded myself. There is a job that needs attending to. No distractions. I headed to the production warehouse first to ensure the delivery would be ready by Friday. Then I went to check on the progress at the packaging warehouse. Driving past the hotel, my mind wandered to Grace.

If I went back to the library, would she be there? I wondered if I would be able to call on her for another night like last. Breathing slowly and deeply, I tried to push the invading thoughts from my mind.

I stopped before the open double doors where the delivery vans were parked. The guards on patrol greeted me as I walked past them into the building. I walked through the sections checking on handling, wrapping, and boxing.

Once that was done, I headed to the docks and kept an eye on any developments there. After an hour, I got out and walked to the food truck up the road. I had to stretch my legs and get coffee before I fell asleep in my truck.

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