Page 39 of Trapped By the Bratva

“You do it,” I repeated, growling the order. It was a suggestion, but I wanted to command her to touch me.

“Do… what?”

“Fuck me, Hannah.”

She laughed once, too harshly. “Yeah, right. Funny, Ivan.”

“You want to.”

“Oh, you think you can read my mind now?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Am I wrong?”

She stuttered, unable to really reply with anything coherent.

I stood, and she didn’t back up. Frozen, her face inches from me, she remained locked in place as I shoved my shorts and boxers down. Standing without the assistance of my cane hurt, but I sat right back down before the pain got to me. Back on the edge of my bed, I let my dick stand straight up.

Her caramel gaze dropped to my cock, and having her focus there was my undoing. When she licked her lips, unsure but tempted, I growled and lifted my hand.

She volleyed her gaze between my erection and my face, uncertain but also unafraid. I push her hair back, cupping the back of her head. All those wavy black strands fell over my knuckles, tickling my skin, but I didn’t let go.

Urging her closer, I got lost in her hungry gaze. “Suck me, Hannah.”

Again, she licked her plump lips. “I?—”

“You want my dick?”

She blinked, leaning down closer of her own will. “I… I don’t know how.”

I growled, grinning at her admission of ignorance.

“I’ve never done this before.” She reached out, sliding her cool fingertips along my shaft. I arched up toward her, groaning at needing alotmore than that.

“But…” She lowered her gaze to stare at my dick, almost to her mouth. Looking up at me with a hooded, sultry glance, she hesitated. “But I want to.”

Fuck. Me.She was inexperienced, and it would be my pleasure to show her. I relished the idea of teaching her, of training her how to please me.

“Yeah?” I whispered as I brought my other hand to her head.

The tip of her tongue peeked out and traced her lips. “Yeah, Dmitri. I want to… please you.”

I grunted at the tentative lick of her tongue. She didn’t look away, gazing up at me as she swiped her tongue over the bottom of my head, collecting the drops of pre-cum.

“Then open your mouth, Darling.” I tensed. My thighs squeezed, and my muscles burned with the intensity of bracing myself so hard.

She closed her lips around my cockhead and stared up at me.

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HANNAH

Darling.Half the time he said it, it sounded like he was mocking me. Like a reminder that I was “good” and he was “bad”.

Right now, I didn’t care what he called me. Not as long as he looked at me like I was the present he’d been waiting for, the reward he tried to talk himself out of. Molten desire showed in his eyes. He gazed at me with such liquid need that I grew heady and dizzy on the sensation of this power.

And intimacy.

I widened my mouth to accept his bulbous head.Like this?