Page 32 of Bratva's Secret Girl

“For me too,” I agree. “When can we do it again?”

He gives a gentle huffing laugh, and nips at my skin with his teeth, and I shriek happily, wriggling back into him.

“Sooner than I imagined would be possible, I think. You bring out the beast in me.”

His weight lifts from me, and I murmur a complaint.

“Mmm, but I want you in my bed and curled into my arms when you fall into a well-fucked sleep. Stay relaxed for me.”

His still-hard cock shifts and I make a louder grumble as he slowly slides out of me, interspersed with catches of my breath because his piercings drag in a way that feels heavenly.

Cool air meets my pussy and there’s a gush of warm liquid.

“Oh, can’t have that,” Maxim says teasingly. Then his fingers are at my gaped entrance, pushing his seed back into my body.

I tense between my legs to try to keep it there, and he purrs his approval. “That’s it. You need it, don’t you?” He adds soft words in Russian that I just know are absolutely filthy. When Ican fully focus my eyes past the thrum of pleasure that’s still in control of all my limbs and drugging my mind, I see Maxim.

He brings his fingers to my lips, and I eagerly open my mouth, allowing him to cram them in, forcing needy sounds from my throat. I have an unhinged craving to have him everywhere.

I have these enormous feelings in my chest, radiating out of me. But at the same time, I’m exhausted, sucking his fingers clean.

“My perfect girl.” He withdraws his fingers and lifts me effortlessly, holding me bridal style. Something crunches.

“I can walk!” But I rub my cheek against the smooth cotton of his second-best shirt. That makes me smile.

He tsks. “Not in bare feet you can’t. Not when someone incited violence in me and the table got cleared with undue haste.”

I giggle.

In his bedroom, he drags the covers away and lays me on the bed sheets. I wriggle into them like a cat.

At the back of my mind, there’s a worry about my sister. But it’s late, and when a minute later Maxim joins me in bed, his naked thigh brushing mine, then slipping dominantly in between, the concern slips away. I snuggle backwards and he pulls me flush with his chest, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist.

I’m so content. I’ve never been so happy, but there’s an edge of guilt.

“What about Payton?” I whisper.

“Don’t worry about your sisters. You don’t have to carry that burden anymore. That’s my responsibility now, and I will do everything to find both of them.” His words are deep and confident, a command to stop being the responsible one, and let him take charge.

And just like that, the weight is off my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I say in a little voice that wobbles with the potential for tears of relief.

“Oh malishka.” He kisses my hair, and runs his palm over my shoulder until it comes to rest over my neck. “It’s the privilege of my life to care for you.”

My breathing calms. I’m warm. I’m secure. He’s my keeper.

16

MAXIM

I’ve been awake for an hour by the time Hayley stirs. She’s tucked under my arm, her head resting on my pectoral, and my hand on her waist. Having her close soothes an ache in my heart I didn’t know I had, even as it builds the pressure in my cock.

“Good morning.” I put my phone down from where I’ve been checking up on progress of finding her sister Payton, and starting men on investigating what happened to Taylor. I meant what I said. That’s my problem now, and she will never have to worry about her family again. Being with her makes me want to be a better man, and caring for her is the basis of that.

“Mmm.” She wriggles sensuously, rubbing her cheek on my skin before turning her face to kiss my chest and creeps her hand down my belly, brushing over the hair and sending shivers of anticipation through me until she reaches my twitching cock, which she glides her fingertips over.

I swear softly in Russian. I was trying to give her the space to recover, but if she’s going to do that, I won’t survive without being inside her again.