Page 19 of Bratva's Secret Girl

His lips are soft in a way that his pierced cock wasn’t, and I moan as he slides his mouth over mine. Everything is wet andslick between us, and there’s the sweet of the water from the shower, the flavour of his seed still on my tongue, and the clean taste of him.

He’s such a contradiction. Big and burley, strong and covered in ink and scars. But he’s cradling my face carefully, like I’m precious.

He breathes between kisses, as though there are words on the tip of his tongue that he wants to say, but can’t bring himself to.

This is a world away from anything I’ve experienced. No clothing between us, and no words either. But we’re in sync. I’ve never really kissed anyone before, but I’m naked, chest to chest with this tattooed bear of a man, and it’s unbelievable. He’s hard all over, and warm, his shoulders wide.

Embracing him makes me feel tiny. And he’s so big. I don’t think I’ve ever been held by someone bigger than me.

I’ve definitely never been plastered against a man’s body, and I’m buzzing with it. My breasts crushed against his chest is slick friction. His hair is rough, and smooth all at once. I can’t believe how it’s lighting me up as his mouth claims mine and his fingers grip my flesh, hard enough to bruise. Like he’ll never let me go.

And between my legs, I’m throbbing. That part at least, is familiar. I’ve wanted Maxim since we first met, and the initial bolt of physical desire has only spread and deepened.

I’m wriggling and whimpering and trying to kiss him back and touch him more, and get closer. I’m a bundle of nerve endings with their “Yes” turned up to eleven.

This is a sensation overload in the best way. His wet mouth, the coarse prickle of his beard almost painful on my cheeks, his big body and being pressed hard against him. The warm water still falling on us from the shower, keeping every shift charged and silky. The sound of his rumbling purr when I meet his tongue with mine, and the feel of his wet skin—like silk when I reach up to steady myself with his shoulders.

The bars of his piercings dig into my tummy and the water sliding over the cheeks of my bottom are erotic. When did water become horny?

But nothing is as hot as the way Maxim holds me.

His kiss is strong and commanding, his tongue exploring my mouth, interspersed with nibbles and licks and sucks on my bottom lip.

Maxim lets out a stream of words in Russian, rough and low between hisses that drag down my cheeks and to my jaw, then my ear. The combination is intoxicating, making me shiver with lust.

“Malishka,” he whispers. There’s a swoop in my tummy as he kneels.

I’m halfway through a noise of confusion and protest at the lack of kiss, and I’m shaky, but manage to stand, my heart sinking. I guess this is over. But Maxim doesn’t release me, as I expect.

“So beautiful.” He grasps my hips, dips his head, and kisses the curve of my mound. Heat blooms in me.

“You don’t have to—” I don’t even know what I’m saying.

He gives a dark chuckle. “Oh malishka. I do not have to. But I want to. I’ll die if I endure another second without tasting you.”

My brain stutters and goes blank as he holds my waist with one hand and grabs my thigh with the other, lifting my knee to his shoulder and hooking my leg over his shoulders.

His grey eyes are on mine, gazing up at me and the perspective change is totally unexpected. Shocking, even. I’m used to looking up at my boss, but he’s sitting on his heels, with water dripping down his face and running over his beautiful body, and he gives me this fierce look.

Then leaning in, he sticks out his tongue and drags the wide flat of it all the way up my exposed pussy, jolting pleasure into my core.

I can’t believe it.

Looking up, he smirks. “Delicious.”

I have nothing but buzzing in my head and through my body.

His eyes go serious, and the cheeky smile disappears as his gaze drops to where I’m naked and opened for him.

My clit pulses from his regard, because combined with his firm hands on me and the flash of the memory of the ruthless way he killed those men to save me, I’m compelled. This man is a killer, and dangerous. He’s older, experienced, and unimaginably wealthy.

And he’s looking at my virgin pussy as though it’s his, and he wants to consume it—me—whole.

“Hayley, I’m starving for you.” he says hoarsely. “Let me eat.”

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