Page 24 of Claim Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #2)

“What do you think you’re doing?” I was talking much louder than necessary, the deep rumble in my chest vibrating throughout every muscle.

“Taking what I want.” Her smile allowed me to see she could be a naughty little vixen.

I didn’t object when she yanked one arm over my head then the other.

Truthfully, I’d never had another woman attempt to take control.

They expected I’d be the dominating one in the moment of passion because that’s what I required in all aspects of both my personal and professional life.

Yet I was enjoying the way she was able to let go.

Even if my cravings were becoming crazed, like some rabid dog.

I lay still, even though my cock was hard enough the tip was pressed against her slickened pussy lips. She was still glowing from our earlier adventure and her tousled hair gave her a wild look. Completely free. Completely at ease.

When I knew her to be reserved and uncertain.

She licked her lips, darting her head down and kissing mine before pulling away and laughing. “Who’s captured who?”

“Hmmm… A good question.” When I shifted my hips, she pushed down even harder.

“Don’t try and move. It won’t go well for you.”

“Now, what could a little lady like you possibly do?”

She removed her hand long enough to playfully punch me in the stomach.

While outwardly, she appeared happy, her eyes told an entirely different story.

Her psyche was being protected by her playfulness.

Come the full expanse of morning, I had a feeling she’d collapse.

The next few days could prove to be difficult.

And dangerous.

Before she had a chance to pin me down again, I tickled her stomach, which sent her into a moment of laughter. The light returned to her eyes, albeit briefly.

I managed to free my leg, bending and tossing her onto her back. She didn’t stay there long, pushing me hard enough she managed to half crawl, half dump herself off the end of the bed.

I’d be damned if she wasn’t quick, bolting toward the partially open door. Meanwhile, I managed to lumber off the bed a few seconds later, my long strides almost no match for her quickness. Yet I captured her when she was two thirds down the stairs, easily pitching her up and over my shoulder.

Like some big he-man.

She was laughing even while pummeling her fists against my back. Her false giddiness ignited something more sadistic with me and I whistled as I took slow steps in returning to the bedroom.

When I dumped her on the bed, she scrambled, but there was no getting away from me this time. The wind was knocked from her as I pushed her down against the comforter crossways. Even the panting sounds were adorable.

She darted her eyes across mine before pursing her lips together. Another mischievous glint just as she rolled her hand over my shoulder. I sensed what she was going to do a split second before she fisted my hair, jerking my head. Did she really think she would gain control by manhandling me?

I could tell it was time for her to understand her concept of control was very limited.

I twisted, almost instantly freeing my head.

Now I had an evil grin on my face as I pulled back.

When she reached for me, I pointed my index finger at her, which she playfully pretended she was going to bite off.

My response was to tweak her nipple, savoring the way she threw her head back, whimpering from the pain. If she only knew my hand was itching to spank her once again.

But for entirely different purposes.

While she was in the throes of rapture, I tossed her onto all fours. Giving her no chance to try to run away, I wrapped my arm around her, instantly driving the full length of my cock into her tight pussy.

She was so damn tight I almost felt as if she was a virgin. The thought brought a single moment of guilt, but I quickly shoved it away.

She was mine now.

Even as the idea began to settle in my mind, the ridiculousness of what I’d just admitted if only to myself, I pulled out, plunging into her again. The feel of her wetness and the way her muscles clamped around my thickness was more stimulating than anything had been.

Sure, I’d enjoyed my share of women, my playboy youth following me into my early thirties, but not a single woman had sparked anything inside of me in years.

Then I’d heard Marissa play.

Maybe there was some truth to the idea music could soothe a savage beast.

She tossed her head, which drew my attention away from the lurid thoughts in my mind. Her ravishing actions had fully awakened the beast. I wrapped my hand around her hair, twisting the long strands around my fingers.

The beautiful virtuoso was going nowhere.

Her whimpers were even sweeter music than her playing and as I fucked her, the force almost pitching us both forward, I fell into a rhythm. The pleasure was extreme. I jutted my hips forward, switching the angle so that as I fucked her, her hips were pushed upwards.

I had a beautiful view of her tiny asshole. The evil man inside of me wanted nothing more than to claim every inch of her, filling her with my seed.

She tingled as I rubbed my other hand down her spine, taking my time to slide the tip of my index finger down the crack of her ass. Tensing, she tried to look over her shoulder, which I refused to allow.

Why not keep her somewhat blinded to what I was about to do? I pulled her into a slight arc, the grin on my face widening as my balls slapped against her. Using my knee, I pressed her legs further apart then enjoyed her moment of tenseness when I pressed my thumb into her dark hole.

Her gasp only fueled my desires to the point I was nearly blinded. I continued pumping long and hard, my actions more brutal than before. When I slowed, allowing her to catch her breath, I was shocked to hear her request.

Or maybe her words were more of a demand.

“Please don’t stop. Fuck me. Just fuck me.”

Unable to resist, I cracked my hand against her bottom three times before driving the entire length of my thumb into her tight hole.

Her gasp was subtle yet powerful. She’d never experienced this before. That was easy to tell.

I’d never been forced to worry about hurting a woman. Even when I’d been sadistic in my needs, I’d known my companion not only could handle my intense desires, but that she craved them. With Marissa, I didn’t want to hurt her.

Not this way.

I pumped my thumb several times, surprised when her tension faded and she tried even in my tight hold to meet my thrusts.

The ache to fill every hole remained, growing even stronger. I would save her mouth for later.

A crazed feeling rushed through me and I pulled my dick free, spanking her bottom twice more before pressing my cockhead against her asshole.

Marissa took gasping breaths, pushing up from her hands.

As she did, I tilted my head until I was given a glorious view of her full breasts.

She was tiny everywhere else, yet her breasts were exquisite, fitting perfectly in the palm of my hand.

My mouth watered from the thought of sucking on her tight nipples, biting down on them until she cried out.

My name would be nice.

I took a deep breath, gripping her hip as I slowly pushed my shaft inside. It took every ounce of control to keep from impaling her. Sucking in my breath, I gripped her other hip, digging my fingers into her soft skin as I allowed her to become used to the thickness.

She gasped several times, clawing the bed while I gritted my teeth.

I could easily fuck her for hours. As she pushed back, I took that as a green light.

Or perhaps I was just a selfish, impatient man.

I pushed another inch, the heat wrapped around my cock so intense I threw my head to try to fill my lungs with air.

Her mews were incredible, soft and kitten-like, also something I wasn’t used to hearing. A smile curled across my lips and I pulled her back, my cock filling her completely.

“Oh. Oh!” Her entire body shook and she continued clawing the sheet, ripping at the material until she managed to pull the bottom free.

She threw one arm back as if encouraging me not to use kid gloves with her.

It was good since I was running out of control and patience.

As I developed a rhythm, keeping it nice and slow, I tugged on her hair.

The long arc of her back was a beautiful sight.

I ran my fingers along her concave spine, gritting my teeth as soon as I did.

Fuck. This woman stood a chance of getting to me and that just couldn’t happen. I closed my eyes, fucking her with rough strokes, pushing her hard as she’d done so with my mind and my raging desire.

I was too far gone for the night. There was no trail of common sense and likely none of decency. I’d never needed to worry about either when it came to sex.

Until now.

Marissa was far too vulnerable, far too special and in need of my help to fuck up the rest of her life.

Or mine.

Yet the dark craving for her would continue to exist well into the day.

And perhaps another night.

Fuuuuck.

She met every brutal thrust, pushing hard against me. Our bodies were sweaty, drops falling from my face to her back. My need was increasing, the ache in my cock interminable. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, releasing deep inside.

“Kazimir? I don’t think you’re a predator. Not at all.”

Her words burned deep within. She had no clue just how wrong she was.

At that moment, I made a vow that not only would I avenge Charlie’s death, but at some point, when she was safe, I would walk away.

So help me God.