Page 17 of Bratva, Baby
Ava
S tepping into the shower with Andrei, I am not sure what to expect, but when he grabs the washcloth, slathers soap on, and begins to bathe me, I am struck speechless. The dangerous bratva, pakhan, the man who just murdered one of his own men, is taking care of me in such an intimate way.
I think to tell him I can do it myself, but with the water coming down while he’s washing my body and kneading my tense muscles, he’s helping my sore body relax. Despite being passed out for most of the action, the explosion must have caused more of a reaction than I thought.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he takes his time, showing my clit special attention, and I can’t help the way my body reacts. I want to tell him to stop, but when I open my mouth, a moan slips out. I feel betrayed. I shouldn’t like this.
I feel the length of him harden against my backside, and it spurs my neediness. I don’t want to want him. This is the last time I give in. I tell myself as I feel myself start to grind against his hand.
Reaching behind me, I grab his shaft and squeeze, eliciting a groan from him.
“Little bird, I want to be good to you, but I need to feel your mouth around my cock.” Turning me around, he puts pressure on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. His dominance makes my pussy clench around nothing as I open my mouth to take him.
Before I can acclimate to his size, he pushes deep in my throat, making me gag around him. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
He pulls out of my mouth to the tip and thrusts and back in, making me gag around him again. This shouldn’t be making me as wet as it is, but my body is attuned to his and wants what he can give it.
Reaching between my legs, I find the little bundle of nerves that I know will give me the release my body desires, but when he notices what I’m doing, he uses his foot to nudge my hand away.
Looking up at him through hooded eyes, with his cock still in my mouth, he says, “Uh-uh, no touching yourself, your pleasure is mine and mine alone.”
He pulls his cock back out to the tip, and I swirl my tongue around him, making him groan again. Pushing his cock back into my mouth, I hollow out my cheeks around his thick shaft and suck the best I can as he fucks my mouth.
My pussy tingles with need.
Before he finishes in my mouth, he wrenches himself out, pushes me against the wall, and drops to his knees. Pulling my left leg over his shoulder, he looks me in the eyes as he says, “My turn to feast on your cunt.”
He brings his mouth to my pussy and licks from the entrance to clit, sucking my bundle of nerves into his mouth. I moan loudly at the attention he pays my clit.
“You taste like mine. I know it, and you know it. So just admit it. Say it.” He says, twirling his tongue around my clit as he inserts a finger into my wet channel, pumping it in and out.
“Oh fuck, Andrei.” I cry out as he quickly drives me to the edge, but as I reach the peak, he pulls back. “No, don’t stop. Please.”
“Say you’re mine, Ava.”
“I’m yours, Andrei. Please let me cum.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, his tongue is on my clit, but this time he inserts two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out of me.
As he sucks my clit into his mouth, he slightly grazes his teeth against it, curling his fingers against my G-spot repeatedly. “Please don’t stop. ”
“Let me hear you repeat it.” He demands.
“I’m yours.” I moan as I shatter around his fingers, gushing onto his tongue.
“You taste so good, my little bird. I want you to squeeze my cock the next time you come.” He says, standing up, but keeping my leg lifted in his arm. He lines the head of his cock up with my entrance and thrusts into me in one brutal thrust.
I feel so full of him, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust as he starts pumping in and out of me, driving me to the edge so fast and shoving me over.
I cum screaming his name under the spray of the shower.
My walls spasm around his thrusting cock, driving me higher in my pleasure. I feel like I am going to combust.
Before I can come all the way down, he reaches between us and flicks my clit, driving me over the peak again.
His thrusts get faster, and I feel him swell inside me as he finds his release. Instead of pulling out of me immediately, he stays inside and grabs a handful of my hair, bringing my lips to his for a soft, heated kiss. Finally, he pulls out of me and we rinse off again.
As we are drying off, we hear a commotion from the living room area, making Andrei pause. “Stay here and get dressed. Don’t leave the bedroom. ”
He leaves the bathroom to get dressed, and as I am walking out of the bathroom, I see him grab his gun with a barrel attached to the end of it as he opens the door and looks around the corner, walking out.
As I am left alone in the room, I listen to what could have possibly caused such a reaction for Andrei to grab his gun.
After hearing shouting from the living area, I can’t possibly sit here knowing this could be my time to leave the madness that is Andrei’s world, even though the thought of not seeing him again hurts more than I would like to admit.
I slowly open the door and tiptoe out into the hallway, being extra sure not to make any noise as I try to ascertain the situation. I don’t know what caused Andrei to grab his gun, but I do know he is on high alert.
Peaking around the corner, I see Andrei talking to an older man. I try to slow my breathing so I can hear what they are saying more clearly.
“My plan hasn’t seemed to unfurl the way it did with your da, so I am here to finish the job myself.” The older man says with what sounds like an Irish accent.
“What are you talking about, Fionn?” Andrei asks, sounding furious. “You should know better than to come to my home.”
“Aye, but you’ll notice your men are otherwise indisposed. It is just you and me. I am sure you have heard the old saying, ‘If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.’ ”
Andrei’s gun is pointed at the man he called Fionn, and his finger is on the trigger. “What are you talking about with my father? How could you be involved with my father's death? It was a suicide.”
“Aye, again. We all know what happened. He killed himself and his best friend after becoming convinced his best friend and second in command was betraying him. But who do you think planted those seeds of doubt? Who do you think fed him the information that eventually led to him ‘going mad’? Was he really mad?” Fionn says, conversationally, as if he didn’t just drop a bomb on Andrei.
While Andrei takes in the information, I resume my search for a clear path to the door. I heard him say he is here alone, so hopefully that means the path to the exit is clear.
Right as I go to move from my hiding spot, a shot rings out, but it doesn’t come from Andrei’s gun; it comes from Fionn’s, and it hits Andrei in the arm, making his weapon go sliding across the floor, closer to me.
I didn’t even see the old man have a gun, but now Andrei is vulnerable. I need to help him.
I stay in my hiding spot, stricken that Andrei lost his weapon and scared that something will happen to him now.
Even if I am trying to run, it doesn’t mean I want anything to happen to him.
I really do love him, but this is a dangerous world.
Can I really see myself living in the Bratva world with Andrei despite my fears?
I know the answer as well as I know myself .
I can’t make my move yet, though. Fionn is still telling Andrei about his plans that killed his dad, and you can see it in Andrei’s body language; it only infuriates him more learning that his dad was manipulated into committing suicide.
“I fed your father information that I got through my own methods, since his men really were loyal to him. It was enough information to convince him that his second in command had betrayed him, and he did the rest of the work for me. I tried the same trick with you, but you had too much faith in your men not to betray you.”
“Of course, I have faith in my men. I follow my instincts, and if my father fell for your bullshit, then you will die too.”
“Aye? Is that so? You have blood dripping down your arm, and no gun. What are you planning to do? Bite me?”
Before Andrei can respond, I raise the gun, aiming for Fionn’s stomach, but I have never shot a gun before; I only know what I have seen in movies.
I take a deep breath and pull the trigger.
When the blood flies from Fionn, it isn’t from his stomach region but from his neck. Goddamn, I am a bad shot.
As Fionn lies bleeding, Andrei turns around, shocked to see me holding the gun.
“Are you ok?” I ask him, looking at his bleeding arm. “You need to go to the hospital.”
“Yes, little bird, I am ok. You saved me?” He looks at me questioningly .
“Of course. I wasn’t going to sit back and watch the man hurt you. Despite everything, you are mine as much as I am yours.” I tell Andrei, knowing the truth in my heart. I am his. “We need to get you to a hospital.”
“I am fine. I will call Dr. Drummond to check on my arm, but I will be fine; he only grazed it. The man has always had poor aim.”
“What about your men? I heard him say they were indisposed. What does that mean?”
“This is the Bratva, baby; it likely means he killed them.” He says with a look of sadness in his eyes. “Go back to my room, and Dr. Drummond will recheck you, now that you’re awake, while I go check on the situation at hand.” He says, holding out his good arm for the gun I am still holding.
Andrei
Knowing that Ava killed a man to save me is a heady experience.
I want nothing more than to check on her, but I need to secure the penthouse first. Walking through the entrance doors, I see my two guards shot but thankfully still breathing.
We have had enough death in our ranks these past few days, and apparently, it has all been at Fionn’s hands.
I need to make contact with the Italians and determine our current status, as Fionn provided inaccurate information .
When Dr. Drummond arrives, I bring him back to my bedroom, where Ava awaits, and have him check over her first. He checks her eyes with a flashlight and assesses her vitals, along with some other medical information I am unfamiliar with, but eventually deems her healthy.
Finally, I allow him to stitch up my still bleeding arm and leave me and Ava alone.
“So what now?” She asks.
“Now, we continue with the rest of our lives. My life may be dangerous, but I know that I will protect you with every resource at my disposal. Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I can help it.”
“Well, I still need to look for a new job.” She says, as if I would allow her to work for anyone other than me.
I imagine bending her over my desk at work, and my dick twitches as if we didn’t already fuck merely thirty minutes ago.
But when it comes to Ava Jones, I am obsessed and will never get enough of her.
“You don’t need a new job. I will fire Meredith, and while I am at it, Evan can go too. I don’t appreciate him flirting with you right in front of me.” I say, my mood only worsening at the prospect of another man flirting with my Ava.
“Evan is harmless.” She says.
“Whether you believe him to be harmless is beside the point; you defending him only sets it in stone that he will at least be switching departments.” I can’t stand the thought of him around her.
“Whatever makes you sleep better at night.”
She’s joking, but I take my opening and say, “Well, if we are going with what makes me sleep better at night, then you will be moving in with me. I will have Mario start packing up your things.” I say, taking my phone from my pocket and shooting off a text.
“WHAT? I CAN’T MOVE IN WITH YOU.” She says, raising her voice as if I am not right beside her.
“Yeah, you can. I’ve already messaged Mario. He will get the job done in no time.” I tell her, pocketing my phone again. I can’t leave her any wiggle room if I want her in the apartment with me. I still need to return her phone to her. She has several missed text messages from her barista friend.
“Andrei, we have only known each other for a week. I can’t move in with you.” She argues.
“It may have only been a week, but my soul has known yours for eternity. From the moment I saw you, I felt the pull to you, and I knew you were mine. And now you know I am yours too.”
“Andrei-” Her voice comes out as a whisper, filled with emotion .
“Hear me out. You will never have to worry about a thing again. You can work only if you want to and if you want to keep your home you shared with your mother, we will buy it and fix it up. It’s up to you.
But I want you here close to me so I can wake up beside you every morning and close my eyes, having your beautiful face be the last thing I see for the day. ”
“Ok. I will move in with you.” She says, her eyes watering like a tear may fall at any second.
“I love you, malen’kaya ptichka.”
“I love you too, Andrei.”