Page 13 of Bratva, Baby

Entering his penthouse, I look around, amazed at the luxury but feeling ashamed that he has seen where I live. I see floor-to-ceiling windows, light colored walls, and dark colored floors. I can give a closer inspection after this conversation. I want to get to the important stuff now .

“Ok, let’s talk,” I say.

“Straight to the point, I see. You don’t want anything to drink first?” He asks with a smirk.

“No, Andrei. I want to have quite possibly the hardest conversation since my mom died. So no, get to the point.” I say, not wanting to lose my backbone.

“Fine. Yes, I have been watching you. Any other questions?”

“Why?” That’s all I can think to ask right now.

“Because I take care of what’s mine, little bird. You have been mine since the moment I saw you on the interview recordings.” He growls, taking a step toward me.

Gasping, I take a step back, but having not walked past the kitchen, I back into the kitchen island. “You can’t be serious. You don’t know me, and I obviously don’t know you.”

“You will get to know me just as I have been getting to know you.” He says in response, leaning over me and pinning me against the island.

“Did tonight not show you anything, little bird? I will always protect you, and I don’t share.

You didn’t know that you were walking into a tattoo shop owned by the Italians. ”

“I don’t care who owns it, just how they treat me,” I respond.

“You should care. If the Italians have been watching me as I have been watching you, then they will know that you belong to me, which puts you in danger while being in their territory.” He replies.

“Why would I know that, though? You have been lying to me about who you are.”

“You wouldn’t know that, that’s why I showed up tonight.

To keep you safe. I will always protect you, even when you don’t want to be.

” Before I can reply, he leans in, taking my lips in a heated kiss.

“You’re mine, little bird, don’t fight it.

At least not tonight.” He says before returning to kissing me.

At first, I respond to his kiss, keeping my lips closed, but at the feel of his tongue searching for a way in, I relent and open my mouth to him.

The taste of him is heartbreakingly addictive; it’s going to hurt come morning when I have to end things with him.

It’s insane to stay with someone so dangerous.

Andrei’s tongue delves into my mouth like it’s his dying breath.

Feeling the urgency of his kiss only spurs my own arousal, and I feel regret at knowing I must leave him. The emotion takes me by surprise, not realizing how much he had gotten under my skin as Andy.

My own kiss turns heated at the thought that this is our last time, and I plan to enjoy it.

Pulling away from my mouth, Andrei says, “I need you.” Only to return his mouth to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin below my ear .

Feeling the heat of his mouth on my neck is almost more than I can handle. Moaning, I tell him, “Then take me, Andrei.”

At that, his control seems to snap, and he retakes my mouth in another heated kiss, this one lingering longer. Returning his kiss feeds my lust as I lower my hand, feeling his thick erection through his suit pants. I have only had his dick inside me once, and already, I feel addicted to it.

Andrei groans as I squeeze him through his pants.

My nipples have been stiff buds since they were pierced tonight, and they only grow harder when he reaches down and rubs his thumb lightly over my stiff peak.

Taking a gasping inhale at the increased lust that shoots through me, he delves his tongue deeper into my mouth, swallowing my moans of delight at his touch.

I reach for his belt buckle only for him to still my hands and say, “Not in the kitchen, I want you in my bed when your tight cunt squeezes around my cock.” With that, he grabs my hand and pulls me through his penthouse, only stopping to open what I assume is his bedroom door.

Approaching his bed, I notice he has dark grey bedding and a black headboard and bedposts. I feel it fits this new side of him I am getting to know so intimately tonight.

I feel Andrei’s presence behind me before I feel his hands come to my waist, before settling lower, on my hips .

My body reacts, my arousal flooding my panties at his touch. Looking over my shoulder, I taunt him, “Well, what are you waiting for?” As he runs his hands up my body, he removes my shirt but leaves my bra.

Picking me up, he tosses me onto the bed before climbing onto it with me. Removing his belt, he looks me in the eye and asks, “Are you ready? Because I can’t be gentle with you tonight.”

“When did I ever say I wanted you to be gentle?”

At that, Andrei leans over to his nightstand and withdraws two silver pairs of handcuffs.

“Then we need to make sure you can’t squirm away with what I intend to do to you.

” He says, taking one of my wrists and handcuffing it to the bedpost. Then he takes my other wrist and handcuffs it to the other bedpost, leaving me spread-eagled, except my legs. “There we go.”

After finding my new position acceptable, he reaches over to the nightstand again and grabs a pocketknife. “Wh-What are you doing with that?”

“Don’t worry, ptichka, we are only going to have a little fun.

You won’t be wearing your bra anyway with your new piercings.

” He says as he raises the knife to where the bra meets between my breasts, gently raising it from beneath and slicing.

Immediately, my bra loosens, and he slowly pulls it away from my breasts so as not to snag on the barbells. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. ”

Heat rises to my cheeks as he takes in my heaving chest. All I am left with is my skirt and panties. I am so aroused, I wish he would stop taking this so slowly. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be gentle.” I goad him.

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t disappoint.” He says.

At that, he lowers the knife back to my skin between my breasts and slices lightly but still deep enough to draw blood.

Leaning forward, he licks the blood off my chest before bringing his mouth back to mine.

His lips have the metallic taste of my blood on them, but it only fuels my desire for him more. Who knew I was into this?

As his mouth leaves mine, he pulls my skirt and thong from my body, and he brings the knife back to my skin, lower down my body, slicing again. The sting of the blade causes me to hiss in a breath, “Oh, fuck.” I say.

“That’s it, Ava. Let me hear you.” He growls as he slices again, but this time brings his fingers to my soaked opening. Finding my clit, he gives it the attention I so desperately crave, stroking me with his fingers as he licks up my blood. I never knew how hot this could be.

Feeling my legs shaking with the pleasure he’s delivering, I moan loudly, “Andrei, please.”

“Not yet, ptichka. I want you creaming on my face before I take your pussy with my dick.” He says, taking the knife and slicing a final time, this time right above my pubic mound.

Instead of licking the blood up, though, he dips his finger in the pooling blood and writes his name on my skin in my blood.

When he's done, he grabs his phone and snaps a photo of his masterpiece, saying, “You look so fucking sexy with my marks on your skin.”

Though I should probably have objected to him taking a picture of me in this state, there is honestly something so fucking hot about it, so I keep my mouth shut.

Putting his phone away, he finally moves down my body further, lowering himself to the opening between my thighs. “Now, little bird, it’s time to hear your screams.”

That’s the last thing he says before his mouth attaches to my aching clit and sucks it into his mouth.

Fuck, his mouth feels so good on my wet center.

All I can think about is how good it feels until he brings his fingers to my opening and inserts two fingers into my dripping cunt and curls them, hitting my G-spot.

That and the handcuffs pinching my wrists as I pull against them. It only adds to the pleasure.

I can feel myself clench around his fingers as I moan out loud for him to continue his motions.

“Please, Andrei, I am so close. I need to feel you inside me… Please, fuck me.” I beg.

“Not until you cum on my tongue, I need to taste you first, feel you clench around my fingers. Or should I get the knife again and have you clench around it instead?" He asks with a smirk.

The fear that pulses through me only causes my pussy to spasm around his fingers, giving away my arousal at the idea.

I reflexively pull on my bonds as Andrei chuckles darkly before reaching for the knife again, removing his fingers from inside me.

Inserting the handle, I feel every part of it as he pushes it in slowly.

I am soaked, and I clench around the handle of the knife when he returns his mouth to my sensitive bundle of nerves.

He speeds up his motions with the knife handle, moving it in and out of me at a faster pace.

Oh, goddamn. I orgasm immediately. “Andrei!” I scream. I feel myself gush around the handle, my juices running down the cheeks of my ass as he laps at my clit.

Instead of removing the handle of the knife, he only increases the pace again. “Oh fuck, Andrei. I can’t take it anymore.” The ridges of the knife rub against the sensitive walls of my channel.

“I want another, give it to me.” He says against my clit. I feel the vibrations through my being. I clench down around the knife again.

My nerve endings are standing on end as he thrusts the knife handle in and out of me, shifting the angle slightly to hit my G-spot again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

“That’s right, my little bird, let me hear you.”

Fuck, he’s pure filth. Thrusting the knife handle in and out of me, hitting that special spot inside of me, only makes me want his cock more.

“Please, Andrei, I need to feel your cock inside of me. I want to feel the heat of your body.”

“Goddamn, I love hearing you beg for me.” He growls, pulling away from my pussy.

“Only because of how pretty you beg, am I giving you what you want.” He says, pulling the knife from my channel.

Only to rise up and replace it with the head of his cock.

Before I can anticipate it, he slams into me, causing me to scream out.

Not giving me time to adjust to his size, he starts moving at a fast pace. Slamming in and out of me as I raise my hips to meet his as best I can. The room fills with my screams and his grunts as we both chase our releases.

“Andrei fuck, I’m cumming.” I scream out as I spasm around his cock. He pulls out to the tip only to slam into me again. He’s ruthless in his pursuit of my screams.

“Fucking give it to me, ptichka.” He grunts as he fills me up with his hot cum.

I really need to get a morning-after pill since I didn’t take my birth control today. I think to myself.

Now that his dick has softened, he pulls out of me, leaning back to observe, his cum spilling out of me.

Doing the same thing he did last time, he scoops it up as it drips out of my pussy and pushes it back inside of me.

“Need to keep that where it belongs.” He says, his dark eyes staring into mine.

I don't know why it’s so sexy when he does that.

I lay there in the mess we made together, my arms still handcuffed, waiting for him to release me.

He reaches for the key, releasing one arm while I wait patiently for him to release the other.

He scoots to the edge of the bed and stands up, all while I am wondering what he is doing; I am still handcuffed.

“What about my other arm?” I remind him as he walks into what I assume is his bathroom.

I am apparently right because he returns with two washrags and leans down to clean up the blood stains on my body, using the other to clean the mess between my legs.

All while I am still handcuffed to this godforsaken bed and he hasn’t answered me.

“Hello? Are you going to uncuff me? I need to check on Olivia and get ready to go home.” I say.

“You’re not going anywhere.”