Page 26 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“Feel how wet you are for me, sweet girl?” he growls, sounding like a fucking maniac. “Your body knows.”
I’m shaking. Trying not to scream. But my muffled sounds come out desperate. Like I’m an animal too, in heat, craving it, and finally getting her fix with her mate.
“That’s it, baby. Take this cock. Take what’s yours.”
He’s relentless. Pounding into me. Making me see stars.
“You’re mine, Maya. Say it.” I can’t. His hand’s still over my mouth. He pulls it away just enough. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp. “I’m yours.”
His hand clamps back down. And I swear this feels like I’m living a scene out of one of my favorite dark romances. Mikhail grunts, fucking me harder. Deeper. Still relentlessly playing with my clit. And I come. Hard. Silently screaming into his palm. My body, jerking in the tight hold of his arms. My eyes roll back, and I dig my nails into his forearm. I feel myself contract around him. Thinking, I can’t wait until he lets go and fills me, gives me thick, hot ropes of his cum. Another wave hits me at that thought, and I lick Mikhail’s palm… And that’s all it takes. He buries himself deep. His heavy balls pressed against my ass. His cockhead reaching impossibly deep. This assholeis fucking rearranging my guts. Breaching my freaking cervix. Then he’s filling me. Hips snapping against me, grinding, cock jerking inside me, giving me every fucking thing. Each hot spurt taking my own orgasm to another level. Until I’m nothing but a moaning, trembling mess in his arms, while he growls in my ear, licking me, biting me, and I do the same to his fingers still holding my mouth. We keep shaking and moaning, grunting, grinding into each other until the very last tremor. Mikhail’s fingers never releasing my poor, abused clit, his palm keeping me as quiet as could be expected under the circumstances. So fucking good, so hot…
We stay like that. Panting, trembling. Until he slowly pulls out. The loss of him has my lips parting on a desperate gasp.
Mikhail pulls my underwear and leggings back up, turns me around, and kisses me. Long, wet, soft, sweet. In complete contrast to what just happened….
“Bed, now,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
When I just stand there, dazed, staring into his beautiful eyes, he shakes his head, smiling a little, tucks a curl behind my ear, and picks me up. Carrying me to the bed, he lays me down gently, then climbs in next to me. He pulls the blanket over us and wraps himself around me. My big, strong, badass man who fucks like a beast but also cuddles.
Eight
MIKHAIL
Katya and David show up the next day, looking much better.
When I open the door, David’s grinning like the idiot he is. “Miss me?”
I grunt, and he laughs. This asshole has a fucking death wish.
My sister just rolls her eyes and pushes past both of us. “Where’s my baby?”
I lift my chin, indicating the living room where Sofia is causing mayhem with Maya, as usual.
David claps me on the shoulder. “Thanks for taking her, man. We were in rough shape.”
I stare at his hand on my shoulder, and when I bring my eyes back to his face, he’s grinning like a fool. I glare harder. He smiles broader. One day I’m gonna fucking choke this dickhead.
We head into the living room where Sofia’s showing Katya some friendship bracelets her and Maya made, talking a mile a minute.
“Uncle Misha made pancakes! And we watched movies! And Maya read me stories, and we made cookies and…”
“Sounds like you had a great time, baby,” Katya replies, smiling at both my girls.
Then her eyes shift to me. One eyebrow raised. I cross my arms, raising my own eyebrows back at her, in a “what?” gesture. Her smile widens, a teasing twinkle in her eyes.
“Alright, baby girl,” David says, scooping his daughter up. “Time to go home, and let your uncle and hisguestenjoy their time together.” He puts an emphasis on the word ‘guest’, and I send him another glare. Death wish, I’m telling you.
Sofia hugs Maya. “Bye, Maya! Thank you for playing with me!”
“Anytime, honey.”
Fuck, looking at them together, I can’t wait until I get her full and round, carrying our own kids. She’s gonna be a perfect fucking mom.
Sofia turns to me and wraps her little arms around my leg. “Love you, Uncle Misha.”
I smooth back her hair. “Love you too, princess.”
