Page 12 of Bratva’s Vow (Bratva’s Undoing #2)

I guided him onto the tip of my cock, then shouldered his legs to give myself more purchase. “You’re my good boy. Always so ready for me. ”

Then I punched up, driving into him in one swift, brutal motion, my body slamming against his into the wall. He cried out—loud, raw, beautiful—digging his fingers into my shoulders, head thrown back in a scream.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight around my cock,” I gritted out, breath stolen. “Squeezing me with that good pussy like you never want me to leave.”

His body fluttered around me, and it nearly sent me over the edge.

“Maxiiim,” he moaned, hanging on to my neck as I easily swung his ass up and down my dick while punching up. “Please tell me you love this as much as I do. Do you love fucking me?”

“Fuck, yes.” I braced one arm on the wall behind him, holding him up with the other as I ground into him. “Love the way you always take me into your body so well, kroshka. So fucking deep and you love every second of it. Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, I do. Love the way you fuck my hole, Maxim. Love the way you make it yours.”

I pulled back and slammed into him again, teeth clenched. His cries grew louder, but he only sought more rising and falling back down onto my dick.

Nothing was sexier than a man who gave you permission to fuck him within an inch of his life.

That was Wren. All the fucking time. No wonder I was obsessed with him.

“That’s it. Ride me. Let me feel how perfect you are on my cock.”

Gritting my teeth, I pulled out and thrust again.

Over and over, driving in to the hilt each time.

His cries, high-pitched and breathy, ripped through my body like lightning.

He moved against me in perfect syncopation.

Every thrust was met with an arch of his back, every pull with a press of his hips.

“I don’t want you to come,” I whispered hoarsely.

Wren’s eyes snapped open, and he stared at me, confused.

“I don’t want you to come,” I said again. “You can do that for me. Can’t you, kroshka? Can I be selfish for now and fuck you only for my pleasure? Can I treat you like this is what you were made for? Just a hole for me to use, to fuck and breed? Please say yes.”

Wren parted his lips, breath ragged as his body trembled in my hold. “Yes.” He swallowed, licking his lips. “Oh god, I didn’t think that would sound so hot… but I want it too. Show me I belong to you. Use me, Maxim. Make me your slutty hole made all for you.”

My control cracked.

I turned off the water with one hand and, without a word, stepped out of the shower with him clinging to me. His wet skin slipped against mine as I carried him to the vanity and set him on his feet, steadying him for a moment, then spun him to face the mirror.

“Look,” I growled into his ear as I bent him forward. “Look at that beautiful face that drives me insane. I want you to keep looking at yourself while I’m taking what’s mine.”

He whimpered, pressing his hands to the countertop, his reflection flushed and wide-eyed.

I dragged my hand down his spine, and he arched his back, going up onto the tips of his toes.

I spread him open, watching the way lube clung to the rim of his swollen, eager hole.

I’d been working him overtime, and I had no remorse.

My cock twitched.

“This is mine.” I guided myself back in. “Your whole fucking body is mine to use. My personal hole. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, please. Maxim, please. ”

I drove into him, hard, grinding as deep as I could. He cried out, his head falling forward.

“Come on, kroshka. Keep looking at that beautiful face. Look at how well you’re taking it. Always so good for me.” I reached under, brushing his pierced navel and down to grip his cock—still hard, still twitching—and squeezed lightly. “So perfect, staying hard, even when I won’t let you come.”

He moaned, needy and wild, his fingers white-knuckling the counter’s edge.

“Do you want to come, Wren?” I whispered.

“No, sir. I don’t want to come,” he gasped on a sob. “I just want you to use me.”

“Does it make you feel good to be my perfect little fucktoy?”

“Yes, Maxim. Pleasepleaseplease, use me like a Fleshlight.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell.” I pushed him down farther, his chest against the cool counter, angling his hips to take me as deep as I could go inside him.

“This hole’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever had.

” I slapped his ass, palmed his full cheeks, spreading them, squeezing them, pinching them, then slapping them some more.

“Always ready for me, always greedy for more. Even when you’re full, even when I’ve already come in you and you’re dripping wet, you beg for it again. ”

I snapped my hips forward, rough, fast, claiming. Wren sobbed out my name, and it only made me harder.

“I don’t want to share this. Ever. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets this tight ass. You’re my good boy, my filthy little hole, and I’m going to fuck you until you know exactly who you belong to.”

His body quaked beneath me, shaking with the effort of staying upright, staying obedient. I grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back.

“Don’t you dare come.” I smacked my pelvis into his ass hard. “You hold it. Be good for me, Wren. Be my good boy. You can do it, can’t you?”

“Fuck me, Maxim,” he groaned as our bodies slapped together with desperation. “I’m your good boy, I swear. I’ll always be your good boy. Just don’t stop until you’ve come inside me.”

I obliged, slowing down and slipping a finger alongside my cock inside his ass. The sexiest purr escaped him. His whimpers were so fucking hot.

“You love that, baby?” I groaned, pushing another finger inside him. “Love the way I fuck you with both my cock and fingers at the same time?”

“Oh god, yes.”

I fucked him without mercy, rough and hard but with a silent plea for him to stay mine, safe and unharmed. He was all I had left, all I would ever need. Without him, nothing made sense anymore.

His body trembled, and his muscles clamped around me as he squeezed.

Fuck.

My nerve endings lit up and spread fire through my groin. I grunted, stiffened. Wren sobbed and bit his fist while I pumped him full of my cum, his beautiful neck exposed from the way I pulled his head back by his hair.

My legs trembled so hard they almost gave out. I grabbed the vanity for support, and with my free hand, I traced the contour of his hip. I kissed his nape, and with a sigh, he leaned back into me.

“I did it.” His grin in the mirror was wide. “I wasn’t sure I would, but I did it. Are you proud of me for not coming?”

“So fucking proud of you.” I gently took his erection in my hand. “Do you want me to make you come now?”

“No. It’ll go down in a bit.”

I rubbed his back. “You ever done that before? ”

“No, never.”

“You enjoyed it, even though you didn’t come?”

“Yes, more than I thought I would. I can’t wait for you to use me like that again.”

How fucking lucky was I?

“Have I told you yet today how beautiful you are?” I murmured, then chuckled. “Can’t believe I once tried to convince myself that you weren’t all that pretty.”

“You did?” He was full on pouting.

Turning him around, I tugged on his bottom lip and sucked it between my teeth. “Yeah, but I was also trying to keep my hands to myself.”

Wren smirked. “How’s that working for you?”

“I’d say pretty well. Don’t you think? That’s the second time I’ve come inside you today, isn’t it? I could feel my cum inside your ass when I was fucking you just now. So I have absolutely no complaint.”

Wren wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my chest. “I’m a slut, aren’t I? Maybe I shouldn’t be so easy. The things you do to me…say to me…I shouldn’t like them as much.”

I slapped his ass, loving the little jiggle, so I did it again, then forced two fingers into his hole. He fucking moaned. “Are you kidding me? It’s a huge turn-on the way you’re into what I am.”

We got back into the shower, lingering far too long, kissing, flirting, and touching until our skin started pruning. Only then did we leave the bathroom.

Wren grabbed his clothes and followed me into the bedroom, towel-drying his hair. “You should let me blow-dry your hair.”

“No time.” I rummaged through my closet, found the outfit I’d already selected, and placed it on the bed. “Because you distracted me in the shower, I’m running late. ”

He watched me dress like he always did—stretched out on the bed, naked and unashamed, looking like the kind of sin a man would sell his soul to commit.

He rubbed the towel through his curls lazily, legs crossed at the ankles like he didn’t have two loads of cum up his ass. I was pretty sure his ass must be sore.

“You’re really going out to a business dinner and not taking me?” he asked, his voice soft and petulant.

I paused at the mirror, adjusting my collar. “No, solnyshko. I’ll handle this. Just stay home and relax.”

He sat up straighter, blinking like I’d offended him. “You sure? I can be charming at business dinners. I can smile, say thank you, look pretty, flirt, and distract your business partner so you get the best deal possible.”

I scowled at the little imp. “Absolutely not.” I crossed the room and bent to kiss his temple. “Under no circumstances are you permitted to flirt with anyone. This dinner won’t be fun either. And I need to keep my focus. You are a distraction.”

He sighed and nodded, watching as I grabbed my cufflinks and fastened them with mechanical precision.

Wren slid off the bed and came to stand in front of me, helping to adjust the lapels of my blazer like he’d done it a hundred times before. His hands lingered, smoothing invisible wrinkles, his eyes trailing over my face like he was trying to memorize me.

“What is it?”

“Just thinking. If you lose your fortune, you could easily make it back.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, by playing one of those supervillains in a movie.”

I went rigid. “A supervillain?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, the ones who do despicable things but everyone forgets because of how hot he is and all they can think about is what it’d be like to sleep with them.”

He had no clue how close he was to the truth.

“You watch too many movies.” I caught his wrist and reeled him in closer. “Stay home tonight. Don’t go anywhere while I’m not here.”

“Maxim…”

“Please.” I cupped the side of his face. “Just… please. Don’t leave the house. Don’t make me worry.”

He leaned into my touch, and for a second, I thought he might argue, but then he nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay in. If I’m hungry, I’ll order in.”

“No. I don’t want even a delivery person on this property when I’m not here.”

“But, babe?—”

“Nik is on call tonight. You need anything and I mean anything—even a toothpick—call him. He’ll expect it.”

“Always so paranoid.” He tipped his head, and I pressed a soft kiss to his nose. My phone buzzed.

“I’d rather be paranoid but know you’re all right.” I checked my phone. “That’s Sergei. He’s here.”

“I’ll walk you down?—”

“No.” I grabbed my keys from the dresser and met his gaze. “Just stay. I’ll call in to check up on you.”

I pretended not to see him rolling his eyes but forced myself to leave before I changed my mind, before I made an even bigger enemy out of Arkady by not showing up tonight after calling the meeting.