Page 19 of Claim Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #2)

M arissa

I knew this was wrong on every level. The feelings were sinful, the needs damning. There was no denying that my thoughts alone were ridiculous under any circumstances but given the fact my brother’s body was lying in a morgue, they were even more so.

Desire.

Burning and all-consuming need.

I’d felt both in Kazimir from the moment I’d met him, the undeniable sense of dark cravings that had kept both our bodies humming.

My mind was still trying to process the events of the last few hours, yet it was the weeks and months before when a mystery man had showered me with attention and precious gifts that had awakened the darkest part of my soul.

His words alone, lines of poetry created from the intense hunger had prompted so many fantasies, tickling my mind with possibilities. Right or wrong, I needed to feel alive since everything around me felt dead and gone. I was suffocating in sorrow, incapable of separating good from bad.

But what did it honestly matter?

My mind was still foggy, the images difficult to determine if real or the explicit fantasy, but they were full of vivid detail.

I craved everything about him.

His strength.

His resolve.

His warmth.

His touch.

And I needed his lips capturing mine as before, pulling me away from the nightmare and madness threatening to suffocate me.

He continued stroking my face, his eyes lighting up like the embers igniting my system.

“Marissa,” he breathed, his husky voice soothing, inviting. And comforting.

His scent was intoxicating: dark embers of smoky wood and spices, with a hint of the forest. It was powerful, just like the man who’d interrupted my life, becoming master of the house.

Now I wanted him to master my body, taking what he desired, claiming what rightfully belonged to him.

I pressed my hand against his chest as I’d done before, fisting his shirt even as I stared at the still damp blood. My fingers would stain, but the rush of longing would permanently remain within my soul.

Damn anyone who dared preach this was wrong, judging our needs, railing that we would go straight to hell. I no longer cared.

He slipped his hand to my neck, his long fingers squeezing possessively. As he lowered his head, he whispered something in Russian, but I could hear the words clearly. Maybe because our connection was so strong.

When his lips touched mine, I lost myself in the man, clinging to him as if he was the only lifeline that would ever matter. I didn’t understand what was happening or why my family had been targeted, but I knew in the back of my mind Kazimir would keep his promise to protect me.

How strange.

How crazy.

How… amazing.

He stiffened, every muscle in his carved body tensing, and I could feel the raggedness of his beating heart as well as the burning need that we’d both experienced since first meeting.

And I felt how much he wanted me, his cock thick and hard, throbbing as it pressed between my legs.

As he captured my mouth, instantly thrusting his tongue inside, I rose onto my tiptoes, ignoring the nagging feeling I was committing a sin. His touch alone added fuel to the fire and I rolled one hand up and over his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his thick locks tangled in my fingers.

He yanked me against him, his actions becoming rough and unruly. Just like I’d imagined him being. His touch alone seared my skin and my heart thudded as my pulse skyrocketed.

I knew there was risk in what we were doing. I’d seen the harsh look of guilt in the eyes of a man I doubted experienced it very often. It was as if I was forbidden fruit. Now that he knew the identity of his object of desire, he’d tried to shut down the deep yearning, but it had been too late.

The kiss was surreal, his tongue dominating mine in a perfect dance that I never wanted to end. Music was my heart, yet he was the master of the strings adding the chorus to the music I’d started writing.

For him.

It had flowed within me. Notes. Chords. Deep and resonating.

I’d awakened to find him missing, terrified to find a guard standing on my doorstep, his presence menacing yet telling.

I was in danger. Kazimir crushed his weight against mine and rubbed his hand down my back.

When he cupped my buttocks, I was reminded of the spanking from earlier.

And somehow, for some insane reason, I wanted him to take full control of me. He growled into the kiss at the same time a ragged moan rushed up from my throat. I could feel the vibrations skimming through me, a soft echo reminding me he was all male.

His muscles were solid, so carved I was quivering. I needed to feel him, to have his naked body pressed against mine. The way he kissed me, completely unhinged and without any guilt was as if the world had shattered around us. There was no one else alive but the two of us.

Against the dangerous, cruel world.

There’d been so many things I’d wanted to say to him, so many accusations I’d thought of him in my mind and had been on the tip of my tongue. Now none of my rambling thoughts mattered. He picked me off the floor, holding me tightly as if fearful I’d be taken away.

When he finally lowered me back down, breaking the undeniable moment of intimacy, we both took gasping breaths.

“Marissa,” he said again, this time more forcefully.

“Don’t stop. Please. I need to feel something. Anything.”

As he tilted his head, the next bolts of lightning allowed me to catch the shimmer in his dark eyes, his jaw clenching as he struggled with the same addiction I was. Each other. “God, I want you.” His words were a brutal admittance and his body continued humming with energy.

His hot breath cascading across my face, he lifted my chin, dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. I was intoxicated from the rush, unable to keep my eyes open. The filthy imagery continued and suddenly I was ripping at his shirt, longing to feel the touch of his skin.

When I managed to jerk the material free from his trousers, sliding my hands underneath, he lifted his head and allowed me to fully hear his deep, resonating growl. The tingles were more intense and I laughed even as a tear slipped past my lashes.

I could hear his raging hunger, not just feel it deep within my bones.

He bit my lower lip and pulled back, gently pushing me away. I was certain he was ready to shut me down. To shut down the explosive burn between us.

As he took a deep breath, the harsh reality of what we’d felt, what we were facing crashed into him.

I could tell by the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the arc of electricity that refused to be denied.

As he rolled his fingers down my arm, trailing his actions with his eyes, my lower lip quivered.

When he raked the backs along the outside of my breast, I licked my lips.

“ Moy prekrasnyy virtuoz, ya tebya pogublyu .”

“What did you say? Please tell me.”

“I said my beautiful virtuoso, I will ruin you.”

“That’s exactly what I want. Please.”

His entire body began to shake, but the change in his eyes was undeniable.

He threw his arm over his shoulder, gripping the back of his bloody shirt.

As he ripped it off, tossing it aside, I held my breath.

He was even more magnificent than the fantasies I’d concocted.

Every muscle was sculpted, his abdomen rippling perfection.

There was no pretense about what we were prepared to do.

There could be no concept of forever in our future.

Maybe he was determined to protect me, a promise made to my brother, but the rest was nothing but a blip in sanity.

There would never be acceptance of what was considered forbidden, a taboo that would always encase us in pain and desire.

But there was this moment, this beautiful period where everything and everyone else vanished. Just us.

Lust.

Need.

Passion.

Everything about him screamed of dominance, a man who never allowed any opposition to interfere with decisions made. My protector and savior. But I wanted more and so did he.

How could I feel this way about a perfect stranger? Maybe because he’d shown me a portion of his heart. Now I wanted to experience the rest.

His chest continued to rise and fall as he cocked his head, his heated gaze burning a hole within me as he brushed his thumb back and forth across my nipple. I couldn’t stop shivering as I caressed his skin, still marveling in the feel of his muscles.

“You are so beautiful,” he stated, quickly lifting his head so I could read his lips.

A slow smile crossed his face as he slid his hand down my chest, taking his time exploring. The carnal look in his eyes kept me locked in the moment, barely able to breathe as electric vibrations danced from head to toe.

When he curled the hem of my dress in his fingers, I issued a scattered moan.

He was so powerful in comparison and I’d only been with one man.

As he crawled the dress up my thighs, the shaking only became worse.

Just the way he was undressing me, every movement gentle and caring, I knew he was giving me space to refuse to go any further.

That wasn’t going to happen. I raised my arms over my head, giving him permission to take what he wanted.

He muttered more words that no longer mattered and when the dress was on the floor, he shook his head. “My fucking God.”

His expression changed, becoming even darker, completely primal as he cupped my breasts.

I licked my lips nervously and rolled my hands to his shoulders.

When he slipped an arm around my waist, dipping me by a few inches, a sharp cry escaped my lips.

I was so nervous around him. Every nerve stood on end as he lowered his head, flicking the tip of his tongue across my aching nipple.

I clawed his skin, taking gasping breaths as a raw and powerful moment of bliss rolled into my system. He wrapped his lips around my hardened bud, sucking as his tongue continued to dance and swirl.