Page 56 of Bratva Prince
Aside from the fact that wearing my clothes was pointless because they were soaked and not even that clean, I just didn’t want to wear them. I didn’t want that connection to end, and I knew it would the moment I put on my man-made clothes again.
When I got back, I stretched my shirt and pants over the floor near the fire and sat with my legs crossed next to Ivan.
His eyebrow quirked at my nudity, but I ignored him, my eyes glued to the meat. He chuckled and pulled the spear from the fire, pinching the hot chunk of meat with his fingertip and thumb, and sliding it slowly from the spear.
I wished he would hurry the fuck up because it smelled delicious and I wanted it in my mouth so I could taste the flavor.
He handed it to me, letting me know it was hot, but I wasn’t paying attention. I shoved it in my mouth, fanning the heat as I sat there with my mouth open because it was too hot to close, but enjoying the taste, nonetheless.
And I savored that bite like it was my last.
“I figured since you went through the work of cutting him up, you’d get the first taste,” he said, watching me with an amused grin.
I knew I looked obnoxious as I ridiculously fanned my mouth, not even chewing the food yet, but I didn’t feel the humiliation I would have around someone else. I felt comfortable around Ivan, and even found humor in myself rather than feel silly and turn away.
“It’s ah-ma-zing,” I said, the words not properly formed and coming out a jumbled mess. I chewed the meat and swallowed it before I repeated, “It’s amazing. Thank you.”
Ivan shrugged one shoulder. “Well, I figured you’d earned it after working so hard earlier. And because you worked so hard, I’m going to reward you after dinner and dessert.”
My ears perked up and I jerked my head to face him. “Dessert?”
He nodded, pulling out a cake snack from beneath the blanket, the wrapper still intact. My eyes bulged and I stared in awe.
“How did—where? Where did you find that?”
“It was hidden in the inside pocket of the bag. I forgot it was there, honestly, but when I was digging through the bag earlier, I remembered the hidden pocket and these were inside.”
I grabbed the cake snack, staring at the colorful picture on the wrapper. “Whoever packed that bag is my hero.”
Ivan laughed. “That would be Mihailo. He knows I have a sweet tooth sometimes.”
Handing him the cake snack, I asked, “You two are close, huh?”
Ivan nodded. “We are. He’s more than my employee, he’s my best friend. Though, I don’t tell him that enough—or ever, really.”
“Well, I’m sure he knows,” I said, reaching my hand to Ivan’s and caressing his hand with my thumb. “Even I could tell you two were close.”
We talked for a while, getting to know each other as we ate cooked boar until our stomachs were poked out and full. Even though we were stuffed like pigs, a joke that I said at least three times that night, we still ate the cake snack. Maybe we should’ve saved it, but it was the first night in a month we really gorged ourselves on food, so why not top it off right?
When we finished the cake snacks, Ivan scooted closer to me, a naughty glint in his eyes.
“Are you ready for your reward?” he asked, biting his lip.
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Ivan
Willow laid back on the blanket, just as I’d instructed her to. My eyes traveled the length of her naked body, taking in every last detail—her porcelain skin, the curve of her breasts like two mountains over a beautiful landscape—all the way up to her eyes that stared at me with curiosity. God she is so beautiful.
I parted her legs, building anticipation through my slow movements. She sucked in a breath as my hand slid up her thigh and hip, my fingers trailing over her skin, leaving little pricks of goosebumps in its path.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered. “I want you to enjoy your reward.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she rested her head against the blanket as her limbs loosened, relaxing at her side.
I slid my torso between her legs and lowered my hands. I spread her open to see her glistening pussy lips and the tight delicate nub above. I take some of her pussy juice with my finger, flicking her hard tiny nub with the wetness. She gasped slightly at the contact, making me grin. I pulled out my finger, inserting another, feeling her grow wetter against my hand, her juices spreading over my palm as I fucked her with my fingers.
When she was sufficiently wet, I slid another finger inside, curving them to hit her G-spot, making her back arch slightly. I then work her clit until her whole body convulses in pleasure.
