Page 25 of Bratva's Stolen Bride
“Or I might nap,” she replies, and it takes visible effort.
I chuckle and grab a cushion from the sofa, tossing it onto the floor at our feet. When I lower myself down, her brow furrows with confusion.
“My knees will be murder otherwise,” I confess, and she blinks. “I intend on being down here along time, and if you’re going to be a stubborn brat, it might be even longer.”
I pluck at one bow of her bikini bottoms, and she gasps as it falls apart.
I smirk. Perfect. Easy access.
Tugging at the other one, it gives up too, and with a flick of the fabric, she’s revealed to me. I grab her thighs with both hands and tug. That modest pose with her little arse tucked in under her won’t do. I need her sprawled, and her cunt where I can get my lips on it.
She squeaks in surprise, and I just admire the creamy skin of her legs from this new perspective. A pink flower, but wet and succulent. She’s even served on a damn plate of her bikini. She couldn’t be any better if she tried.
My mouth waters. She’s going to be delicious.
I’d like to see her tits as well, and fuck it. I shouldn’t, but there’s nothing okay about what I’m doing. She’s a lovely twenty-one-year-old girl who got caught up in trouble she didn’t understand. I’m a Bratva boss, with hundreds of men at my command and a kill tally snaking around my bicep.
I tug up the triangles of fabric and reveal her berry-pink nipples. This can’t work, but I can take this one thing. Her orgasm.
I lean down and inhale the sweetness of her pussy juices, the evidence I need that she wants this too, and salt water.
“Feliks!” she squawks.
My head is up in a split second. I can’t disguise my concern. “Payton?”
She gulps and I run a comforting hand over her splayed knee.
“I…” She tails off and looks away.
Fuck. No.
“What did he do to you?” My voice is gentle, but there’s steel behind it. As though I need more reasons to kill Ivan, but I have to know.
“Nothing,” she says in a pained tone. “No one’s ever done anything.”
My heart swells at the same time the relief eases my joints loose again.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers. “And what if I lose because of being a virgin and getting it wrong?”
My sweet girl is still worried about her sister.
“Lisichka, experience wouldn’t help you. And it will be my honour to be the first to eat your tasty little cunt until you come.”
“Oh!” Her eyes go wide. “That’s what you meant?”
“That’s the game,” I confirm. “I tease you until you beg me. You try to hold out.” I run my palm up her leg, then back down, and she shivers. “Agree?”
Her silence is enough for me. I bring my mouth down and take a greedy lick all the way up her folds and groan because she’s even softer and sweeter than I imagined, with the salt of the sea too.
Her lips jerk, and she lets out a surprised squeak.
I chuckle, and flick my tongue on her clit. “I know, and it’s going to get better, trust me.”
Caressing her thighs, I lap her juices, working out and back in again, but only glancingly sweeping her clit. I urge her legs further apart to make room for me to see all of her, really spread out. My new favourite meal is this girl. She makes soft noises of pleasure and shifts impatiently as I take my time to explore every inch of her pussy and thighs with my tongue and lips.
I build her ecstasy carefully, finding the exact place and speed she prefers. Feeling her respond to me as I drive her higher and higher has my cock aching for relief.
But she’s my priority, and the way she moans and writhes is so good. An unexpected connection when I’d assumed I would never care about another person as much as I do myself. To discover that half my soul is in an innocent girl is as shocking and the feeling that so long as she comes, it doesn’t matter if I don’t.
