Page 34 of Bratva Bastard

I whimper and circle my hips more vigorously on his erection, sinking deeper and gripping it tighter with my spasming walls. “Maxim.”

He holds his hand over my mouth while sucking and biting my neck, and he circles my clit with his thumb.

My moans grow louder as he tightens his grip on my hair and firmly holds my head in place while ravishing my mouth with his tongue and lips. God, it was hard to hold back.

Every thrust brought me closer to climax, as he pulled all the way out and slammed it in deep, over and over, until I saw stars.

My body floods with adrenaline, and I collapse in his arms like a rag doll. “Oh fuck,” he growls, his cock swells, and he thrusts three more times before he pumps his hot seed into me.

We lay there for a moment, our foreheads pressed together, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. He kissed me, soft and gentle, like the first time.

After cleaning myself up, I gave him a kiss and promised to be back later. Now that I was relaxed, I had something I needed to do.

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“You what!”my mother screamed, slamming the fridge door and jerking around to face me. “Cristiana, please tell me you’re joking.”

I shook my head. “No, Mama. I’m not.”

She threw her arms into the air, muttering obscenities in Spanish. “Mija, why would you do that? Luiz was the perfect man to be your husband.”

“But I didn’t love him, Mama! I don’t want to marry someone I don’t love.”

She shook her head, arms still waving through the air like a maniac. “Dios mio, child. There’s more to a marriage than love. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. You’re staying out every night, all hours of the night. I never see you, and when I do, you’re rushing off again. Your behavior lately has been a total 180.”

And she continued to lecture me for the remainder of my time before work. Finally, I had the excuse to leave, because even she wouldn’t stop me from getting a paycheck.

The entire shift, I couldn’t stop thinking about how shitty my mother had been. Gabby and Fernanda were right—it wasmylife. Not hers! She had no right to be angry with me for not marrying a man I don’t love. It was ridiculous! Just because we’d struggled with money, it didn’t mean that I should choose that over love.

Maxim’s words about selling my soul rang through my mind, and it solidified my resolve that I’d done the right thing.

Yeah, I said I’d meet Maxim after work, but I was still too stressed out to be around anyone. So, I changed into my swimsuit, and headed to the pool.

The cool water prickled my skin, leaving a pattern of goosebumps that riddled my arms and legs. But after a moment, the water felt amazing, and I swam through with nothing on my mind but the cool air against my damp skin when I breached the surface.

Glancing up, I saw Maxim approaching the pool.

“I thought I might find you out here,” he said, that charming smirk of his melting my heart like butter.

“It’s been a rough day.”

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, kicking off his shoes.

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The water was fucking freezing when I first got in, but Crissy’s body warmed me up. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and her arms around my shoulders, as I held her up in the water.

“You want to talk about it?” I asked, but she simply rested her head on my shoulder, enjoying the peace.

“I broke up with Luiz,” she said, her tone not as upset as I’d expected it to be. As if she could hear the question I was dying to ask, she said, “It went fine. We’re good. My mother, on the other hand, took it harder than me and Luiz combined.”

Why was she so worried about what her mother thought? If my mother tried to tell me what to do, I’d tell her to fuck off. I loved my mother, but there’d be no way I’d let her make my decisions or rule my life.

“She’ll get over it,” I said, not sure what else to say. I didn’t want to put her mother down, but she’d have to realize eventually that it wasn’t her choice to make—it was Crissy’s.

She closed her eyes, relaxing against my body. “I just want to forget about everything else right now and be with you.” Peeking at me through one eye, she smiled. It was contagious because I smiled, too, knowing that she was essentially choosing me over the others.

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