Page 15 of Dark Desires (Chicago Bratva #1)

“Of course. But you do have a bit of a child’s propensity for disobeying. And don’t forget, it’s not just you that you have to think about now.”

I bite back a retort, choosing to glare out the window instead. The city blurs past, but all I can feel is the heat of Alexei sitting so damn close.

“So, where are we going, Isa?” He grins. “Don’t worry—I’ve let Mario know you’re in safe hands. We have a little time before you need to be back.”

I glance at him, trying to read the expression on his annoyingly perfect face. “I don’t know,” I admit. “Anywhere but home.”

He nods, as if that’s answer enough. “Good. Let’s keep driving, then.”

I glare out the window, arms crossed, my whole body wound tighter than a spring.

“What do you want, Alexei?”

“I can’t stop thinking about the other night.”

My stomach flips, and I hate myself for it. Of course, words like those would make my body react even though my brain is screaming at me to kick him out of the cab.

“Well, maybe you should try harder.”

“I don’t think I want to.”

Damn him. The heat in his voice is enough to melt me on the spot. I look away, staring at the passing buildings like they can save me from this trainwreck of a situation.

“Isa.” His tone is softer now, more intimate. “Come back to my place. Let me show you what’s been on my mind.”

I whip my head around, ready to tell him to screw off, but the words die on my lips. His gaze is intense, pulling me in like a tide I can’t fight.

I should say no. I need to say no. But when his hand rests on my leg, just above my knee, I’m toast.

“Alexei,” I whisper.

“Say yes,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against my thigh. The simple touch sends sparks shooting through me, and I hate how easily he gets under my skin.

The driver’s eyes are firmly on the road, but Alexei reaches forward and presses a button on the partition, sliding it up until we’re in our own private bubble. He leans in, his breath warm against my ear.

“Say yes, Isa.”

I cave. “Fine.”

His lips curve into that cocky smirk of his, the one that drives me insane in all the worst—and best—ways.

Alexei reaches forward and opens the partition a bit.

“Driver, take us to The Sterling on Grand.”

His hand slides higher, his fingers brushing the inside of my thigh underneath my dress, and my breath catches in my throat.

“What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I’ve been thinking about since the last time I had you.”

I open my mouth to protest, but the words dissolve into a gasp as his fingers press exactly where I’m aching for him. My head falls back against the seat, my body arching toward his touch, my mind completely at war with my body.

“Alexei. We can’t.”

“Shh. Let me take care of you.”

And then there’s no more room for coherent thought. His hand moves with precision, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing as he rubs my pussy through my panties.

I glance up at the driver. I can barely see him through the tinted partition, but I can tell his eyes are on the road.

“Just relax,” Alexei says as he continues to touch me. “Let me do all of the work.”

He pulls up my dress just enough to reveal my legs. The panties I have on are simple, cotton, and purple—not what I would’ve picked out had I known I’d be in a situation like this today.

But he doesn’t seem to mind.

He spreads my legs, kissing my neck as he rubs his fingers against my already-damp panties. I bite my lip and hold back another moan.

“That’s right, Devotchka ,” he says with a grin. “Be discrete. We don’t want the driver to hear what a naughty girl you are.”

He pulls my panties to the side and slips his fingers into my slick folds. I gasp at how sudden and intense it is, and my hips buck involuntarily. He grips my bare thigh with his other hand as he begins to work.

He teases me a bit at first, getting me somehow even wetter. Then with another kiss on my lips, he pushes two fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, his thumb circling my clit. The wet sounds blend with my gasps and the low hum on the engine.

The pleasure is insane. He knows just how to touch me, how to please me.

“Oh, fuck , Alexei.”

“There you go,” he says. His voice is low and sensual. “Just like that.”

His fingers continue pumping in and out. My inner walls are clenching, and I know an orgasm is just around the corner. The cab hits a bump, causing Alexei’s fingers to push in deeper still, and I have to bite down again to not scream out in total pleasure.

“We’re almost there,” he says. “And I think you are, too.”

“Funny,” I moan.

His thumb presses down harder on my clit, rubbing tight little circles that send intense heat radiating through me. I’m trembling, grabbing onto his arm, my hips rocking against his hand. I’m so desperate for release that I can’t even think straight.

“I’m gonna come,” I moan. “Please, please don’t stop.”

When the wave finally crashes, I bite my lip to keep from crying out, my body trembling as I come undone beneath his hand. He pulls back slightly, his smirk firmly in place as he watches me try to catch my breath.

“You’re dangerous.” My voice is shaky.

“And you love it.” He leans in to press a kiss to my temple.

I should argue and tell him he’s wrong. But I don’t.

Because the truth is, he’s got me dead to rights.