Page 2 of My Bratva Dom

This man is hot. Period. That was clear from the first look at took at him. All tall, broad, muscular. With that sun-kissed skin, jet black hair, striking eyes, and ridiculously handsome face. But this tone? The command in his voice? Its rasp while he fucking bossed me? Sweet Lord in heaven. The man just triggered something deep inside me I didn’t even know existed.

I manage to croak out, “excuse me?”

Aslan’s cold blue eyes flash in the rearview mirror.

“Sit. Back. Now.”

More pussy spasms with each growled word. I should listen. I really should. But instead, I lean forward even more, my hand resting on the side of his seat. It’s like I can’t to stop myself. “Okay, chill. You,”

The car jerks to a complete stop. In the middle of traffic. Creating a commotion of honks and yells. I’m slammed forward, grabbing the seat in a death-grip so I don’t fly into the dashboard. “What the hell, man?!”

Aslan spins around so fast, all I see is a blur. He’s terrifyingly hot. All clenched jaw and burning gaze. Completely ignoring the other cars around us.

“I don’t know what you think this is,” he rumbles in a low, rough voice, “but I am not here to entertain you. Not your friend. Not your goddamn toy.” His gaze drops to my mouth for a second, making everything between my thighs feel hot and sticky, before snapping back to my eyes. “You’re Marie’s sister. That’s the only reason you’re breathing my air. So sit back… and keep your fucking mouth shut.”

I blink, heat rushing to my face. Partly from embarrassment, but mostly because of the way this man is affecting me. And all I can think about is how that big, thickly veined hand that’s knuckling the steering wheel would feel wrapped around my throat, his blue eyes flashing while he’d talk dirty to me…

So I sit back. Because now I don’t fully trust myself around this deliciously terrifying man.

* * *

Marie’s already waiting in the huge circle driveway when we pull up, practically bouncing on her toes, grinning like she’s been counting the seconds since I landed.

She throws her arms around me the moment I step out of the car. “You’re here!”

“Bitch, you’re rich!” I tease, eyeing the sprawling mansion behind her.

Marie laughs, looking like the happiest newly wed in the world. She pulls me inside, chatting away. When I glance over my shoulder, I catch one last look of Aslan as he stalks away. His back is stiff, his broad shoulders tight.

Looks like I have my job cut out for me… Operation BreakAslan is fucking on.

Two

Aslan

I knew she’d be trouble the second I saw her cat-walking out of the airport like a fucking wet dream. With her big brown eyes, that fucking mouth and that thick ass that belongs bent over my knee while I teach her how to fucking behave.

But Tina is Marie’s sister. She’s off-limits. Not only would Viktor fucking kill me, but I’d never do that to him. Vik’ is not just my boss, he’s my mentor, my brother. I respect him more than anyone else in this world. He saw me coming up the ranks as a young soldier in the Bratva and gave me a chance. I’m the man I am because of him. He gave me skills, power, a position, wealth. I was just a street kid who only knew how to speak with his fists, but he saw something in me. Taught me how to use my head and not just fight and kill. Made me a part of his family. Trusted me. I could never betray that.

But it seems like none of that can stop my dick from jumping every time the image of that bright, teasing smile, thosemischievous, big brown eyes, that full rack and round ass flash through my mind.

I stalk through the mansion like a madman, and end up locking myself in my office. But even here, in the dark, with the door bolted and the lights off… I can still feel her presence. Her sweet, warm scent still clings to my clothes, my skin, my fucking lungs.

I should’ve ignored her. Should’ve tuned out her throaty voice. That smug little grin that made me think she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Her sexy body. That beautiful face.

Instead, I let her crawl inside my head. And now I can’t get her out.

* * *

I light a cigar, slouch in a leather club chair, and stare at the ceiling like it’s got answers.

I know better. Women don’t get to me. I play and move the fuck on. Simple. Easy. But this is not easy. She’s a fucking problem. A mouthy brat who doesn’t know when to stop pushing. And fuck me… I wanna push back. I wanna wrap my hand around her soft throat, watch her eyes go wide as she realizes she’s finally gone too far. I want to pin her to a wall, push her lush legs apart, and,

“Fuck.” I pull hard on the cigar, my chest heaving.

My cock’s stiff, so hard it hurts, and no matter how many times I tell myself to let it go, the images keep coming.

Tina’s mouth opened wide and soft as I push my fingers between her lips. Her pretty face down on my bed, her thick, round ass up, begging me to take her. Her curves pinned under me, whileshe stares wide-eyed and panting, too full, too thoroughly fucked to even speak…

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