Page 18 of Bratva, Baby
“Andrei, take me home, now,” I say, trying to keep my voice as firm as I can when I am really feeling overwhelmed. Today has been a big day with a huge revelation. “And give me my bag, I need to text Olivia to make sure she made it home okay.”
“I will give you your phone and your bag when we get there and have had our talk, malen’kaya ptichka.” He says waytoo calmly.
The car ride to Andrei’s is tense with the conversation awaiting us when we arrive. I really don’t want to have this conversation tonight; I want to go home and have time to think about the situation, but it seems he will not be giving me that option tonight.
Arriving at Andrei’s building is no less tense than the car ride because all I want to do is run, but I know it's pointless since my house keys are in my bag. The silence in the elevator gives me time to think. Has Mario known who I am to Andrei this entire time, since they obviously know each other?
The thought infuriates me, replacing the last of my fear. Turning to Andrei, I ask, “Have you been having me watched? Mario and Ivan are my neighbors, so don’t even try lying to me.”
Andrei turns to stare back into my eyes, “Since you don’t want me to lie, then the answer is yes. And before we continue, wait until we are inside my penthouse to finish this discussion.” He turns back to face the elevator doors right as they open, and he walks, expecting me to follow him like a lost puppy. But I guess I do have to follow him.Ugh. I hate him. No, I don’t, but I wish I did.
Entering his penthouse, I look around, amazed at the luxury but feeling ashamed that he has seen where I live. I see floor-to-ceiling windows, light colored walls, and dark colored floors. I can give a closer inspection after this conversation. I want to get to the important stuff now.
“Ok, let’s talk,” I say.
“Straight to the point, I see. You don’t want anything to drink first?” He asks with a smirk.
“No, Andrei. I want to have quite possibly the hardest conversation since my mom died. So no, get to the point.” I say, not wanting to lose my backbone.
“Fine. Yes, I have been watching you. Any other questions?”
“Why?” That’s all I can think to ask right now.
“Because I take care of what’s mine, little bird. You have been mine since the moment I saw you on the interview recordings.” He growls, taking a step toward me.
Gasping, I take a step back, but having not walked past the kitchen, I back into the kitchen island. “You can’t be serious. You don’t know me, and I obviously don’t know you.”
“You will get to know me just as I have been getting to know you.” He says in response, leaning over me and pinning me against the island. “Did tonight not show you anything, little bird? I will always protect you, and I don’t share. You didn’t know that you were walking into a tattoo shop owned by the Italians.”
“I don’t care who owns it, just how they treat me,” I respond.
“You should care. If the Italians have been watching me as I have been watching you, then they will know that youbelong to me, which puts you in danger while being in their territory.” He replies.
“Why would I know that, though? You have been lying to me about who you are.”
“You wouldn’t know that, that’s why I showed up tonight. To keep you safe. I will always protect you, even when you don’t want to be.” Before I can reply, he leans in, taking my lips in a heated kiss. “You’re mine, little bird, don’t fight it. At least not tonight.” He says before returning to kissing me.
At first, I respond to his kiss, keeping my lips closed, but at the feel of his tongue searching for a way in, I relent and open my mouth to him. The taste of him is heartbreakingly addictive; it’s going to hurt come morning when I have to end things with him.It’s insane to stay with someone so dangerous.Andrei’s tongue delves into my mouth like it’s his dying breath.
Feeling the urgency of his kiss only spurs my own arousal, and I feel regret at knowing I must leave him. The emotion takes me by surprise, not realizing how much he had gotten under my skin as Andy.
My own kiss turns heated at the thought that this is our last time, and I plan to enjoy it.
Pulling away from my mouth, Andrei says, “I need you.” Only to return his mouth to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin below my ear.
Feeling the heat of his mouth on my neck is almost more than I can handle. Moaning, I tell him, “Then take me, Andrei.”
At that, his control seems to snap, and he retakes my mouth in another heated kiss, this one lingering longer. Returning his kiss feeds my lust as I lower my hand, feeling his thick erection through his suit pants. I have only had his dick inside me once, and already, I feel addicted to it.
Andrei groans as I squeeze him through his pants. My nipples have been stiff buds since they were pierced tonight, and they only grow harder when he reaches down and rubs his thumb lightly over my stiff peak. Taking a gasping inhale at the increased lust that shoots through me, he delves his tongue deeper into my mouth, swallowing my moans of delight at his touch.
I reach for his belt buckle only for him to still my hands and say, “Not in the kitchen, I want you in my bed when your tight cunt squeezes around my cock.” With that, he grabs my hand and pulls me through his penthouse, only stopping to open what I assume is his bedroom door.
Approaching his bed, I notice he has dark grey bedding and a black headboard and bedposts. I feel it fits this new side of him I am getting to know so intimately tonight.
I feel Andrei’s presence behind me before I feel his hands come to my waist, before settling lower, on my hips.
My body reacts, my arousal flooding my panties at his touch. Looking over my shoulder, I taunt him, “Well, what are you waiting for?” As he runs his hands up my body, he removes my shirt but leaves my bra.
