Page 21 of The Bratva Contract
This is what it means to be thepakhan’swoman.
He gives me no quarter. I can’t catch a break, or a breath, because there he is, relentless, shoving deeper, stuffing me full. I tear my gaze from his and look down at where we join. It’s both impossible and the hottest sight I’ve ever seen. He’s big by any standard, and although I’m not petite, I’m unaccustomed to a man of his sheer dimensions. Everything about him is generous. My arousal pools around him, trickling down my thighs. His velvety shaft is fever-hot when I reach down, finding it slick with my wetness. I watch him tunnel into me. Tilting onto one hip gives him room to wedge even deeper. My eyes roll back when he strikes the perfect spot inside me, and a short, high-pitched cry escapes before I can stop it.
There should be a neon sign flashing above me with an arrow pointing ’there yes right there, more!’but my powers of speech have left me. He takes my idea one step further, loosening myright leg from around his hips and deftly lifting it until my ankle is braced on his shoulder. He opens me this way. I hold my breath, wait to see if this will work. I love watching him, the concentration on his chiseled face, the dark scruff outlining his jaw. In total control, he keeps still.
My body is completely out of my control. My hips jerk, my legs shake, and my head tosses back and forth on the bed frantically. I convulse around him as Dima thrusts into me, deep and full. He sets a grueling pace, hard, fast, and relentless. Still twitching from my orgasm, I reach for his face, urge him closer to me. My legs are spread wide as I pull him down to kiss me.
He parts my lips, giving me his tongue and I arch into him with the pleasure of it. I open my eyes, watching him as he kisses me. I almost can’t bear the intimacy of it. I smile, catlike, and bite his lip. He grips my thigh, thrusts harder. I’m saying ‘yes’ again and again, with every thrust as my body turns electric again, lighting up my senses. He opens his eyes suddenly, his far-off gaze snapping to my face. He bares his teeth, coiled power in every line of him, every movement.
“Mine,” he growls as he rams his cock home and empties inside me. My head goes back in ecstasy and as I climax again, he catches my nipple in his mouth, draws on it and sends an extra shock of hot bliss through me.
When he rolls off of me, I’m changed, and I can feel it. This was nothing like what we did in his office. That was a battle for power. This was, not a partnership, that sounds stupid, but it was proof of what we can do when we work with each other instead of against one another.
Beside me, Dima kisses my bare shoulder. I look at him and try to keep my expression from softening but it’s difficult. I’mthinking sappy, cliché things about how good we are together and it has to stop.
“That was a nice welcome to Montenegro,” I say as lightly as I can.
“Welcome to being a married woman,” he corrects.
“I liked this,” I tell him.
“The hotel room? The flowers?”
“The coat,” I reply with a sly smile, “and the fuck.”
“The minute I saw you in that coat I had to have it. Had to take you on top of it.”
“Most guys just toss down a towel,” I tease. “Not a Saks Fifth Avenue Russian-sable mink from the fifties.”
“I’m not fucking my wife on a towel,” he says. “I’ll lay you on silk sheets or a fur coat?—”
“Or bend me over a desk, although I wasn’t your wife then,” I remind him.
“I’ll still bend you over anything you like,” he promises.
“That’s a deal I’ll hold you to,” I warn.
“Did you promote your VP of operations?”
“What?”
“Not to change the subject, but did you restructure the leadership at your firm?”
“No,” I confess with a mischievous grin. “But you knew that already.”
“Of course I did,” he says, “but I was thinking of a compromise.”
“You? The great Dmitry Petrov will compromise with me? A lowly woman unfit to run any business?”
“Don’t say things like that. I already dislike your father enough as it is.” He grumbles, and I’m petty enough to enjoy that he holds a grudge against Dad on my behalf.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Perhaps you promote the VP and he can handle daily operations, but you create a CEO position for yourself in the process.”
“I could handle most of it remotely, from a home office,” I offer eagerly. He must know how much I want this.
“That works out well. We can set office hours for you, three days a week,” he says.
