Page 16 of Dark Desires (Chicago Bratva #1)

ALEXEI

T he elevator doors slide shut and we’re all over each other.

Isabella grabs my shirt, pulling me down into a kiss so fierce it takes me by surprise.

She presses her body against me like she wants to own me. Or maybe like she wants me to own her. I melt into the kiss, the sweetness of her lips, her tongue, her everything, casting a spell on me.

I grab her waist, pulling her tighter against me, letting her feel exactly how turned-on I am. She moans as I press her against my erection.

“Eager, are we?” I ask.

“You’re one to talk,” she fires back. Her nails graze the back of my neck.

Suddenly, she drops to her knees in front of me and undoes my belt slowly, flashing her eyes up at me as she does.

“I’ve never done this before.” Her hands go to work opening my belt and zipper. “So go easy on me.”

I lean forward and press the “stop” button. It’s my private elevator, so I don’t mind holding it up.

“I’m sure you’ll be excellent at it.”

She tugs down my underwear, my cock springing into her slender fingers. Isa’s eyes flash at the sight of my erect manhood in front of her, a bead of precum at the end. She leans forward tentatively, dabbing my seed with her tongue.

“How does it taste, Devotchka ?” I ask, placing my hand on her cheek and sweeping her hair to the side.

“Sweet. Perfect. I want more.”

I chuckle. “Work hard for me, and maybe you’ll get it.”

She flashes me another sexy smile. Then, those plush, pink lips of hers part just a bit, and she places one kiss, then another on my head. I groan at the sensation, the pleasure intense and immediate.

Isa leans forward more, taking my head into the warm wetness of her mouth. She sucks and licks carefully, her tongue swirling slowly around my thickness.

“There you go,” I say. “Just like that.”

She takes more of me into her mouth, sucking gently. With each descent down my length, she grows just a bit more confident. And God, the sight of her on her knees before me, her mouth full of my dick, turns me on like nothing else.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this.”

My words give her a little encouragement. She doubles her efforts, taking as much of me as she can into her eager mouth. The soft, wet sounds of her lips on my cock fill the air, and the pleasure mounts by the second.

She takes hold of my balls, squeezing them gently as she sucks.

“Stop.” It takes all the restraint I have to utter the word.

Isa slides her lips up my length once again, this time letting me fall out.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

I take her by the arm, gently guiding Isa to her feet. When she’s standing, I lean down and give her another slow, deep kiss.

“Nothing, Devotchka —it was perfect.”

She smirks. “Then why didn’t you let me finish? I wanted to taste you.”

“Another time, perhaps.”

I reach forward and press the button, the elevator restarting its ascent. I tuck my cock back into my slacks and zip up, finishing by giving her ass a firm swat and squeeze. She gasps.

“When we go inside,” I say, “I want you to go right to the back windows and put your hands against the glass. Understand?”

I give her ass another squeeze, eliciting another gasp.

“I understand.”

The doors slide open, and I guide her into the apartment with a firm hand on her lower back. She doesn’t resist.

The door shuts behind us, and she goes over to the window, just like I’d asked. I can’t take my eyes off the way her ass looks, along with the way she sways her hips as she moves.

She approaches the window and places her hands on the glass.

“Like this?”

“Like that. Now, stick your ass out for me.”

She obeys, bending over slightly and making her backside all the more enticing. I move slowly in her direction, taking my time, enjoying the view.

“Now, pull up your dress, but leave the panties.”

She complies, flipping the bottom of her dress up, presenting gorgeous ass to me. The sight has my cock throbbing almost to the point of pain.

I approach, drinking in the view until I’m pressed flush against her backside, my cock pressed hard into her. The urge to bury myself inside her is intense, but there’s more I want first.

I drop to my knees, hooking my arm around her legs and grabbing her, yanking her toward me.

I pull her panties to the side, taking in the sight of her glistening, gorgeous pussy. Then I lean in and waste no time burying my face between her trembling thighs. She moans, pressing back into my face as I eat her out. Isa’s taste, her scent, her everything—it’s all divine.

Another startled moan escapes from her lips as I bury my tongue between her slick folds, lapping directly at her clit.

The orgasm hits, and she lets out a shriek that fills the apartment. Her juices flow all over my tongue, and I savor every last little bit.

“Please,” she says as I stand up, her legs still shaking.

“Please what?” I move my hand along her curves as she speaks, stopping at her ass and giving it a squeeze.

“Please, give it to me. I need it so badly.”

I lean in, right by her ear. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

I position myself right behind her, my head at her entrance. With one hard push, I sheathe my thickness into her dripping pussy from behind. She shrieks again as I fill her, Isa’s back arching and her toes curling.

“You’re so goddamn tight, so wet,” I say, her walls gripping me hard.

“Just for you,” she replies.

That’s what I like to hear.

I pump slowly at first, my hips slapping against her ass, my cock vanishing inside her over and over. I pick up the pace, my skin smacking against hers, my balls hitting her clit with each thrust.

“You like that?” I growl the words into her ear as I thrust.

“So much. So, so much.”

I push deeper into her greedy pussy, bottoming out again and again, feeling her grip me. Her panting urges me on, and I savor each delicious drag against her heavenly walls. I go faster and faster, gripping her by those soft hips until finally…

“Come,” I say. “Come now.”

She obeys, her back arching hard as I continue slamming into her. It’s breathtaking to watch the orgasm crash over her, Isa’s legs shaking as she hits her peak and comes back down. I slide out of her slowly, my cock glistening with her arousal.

“Turn,” I say.

She does, and as soon as that gorgeous face is in front of me I lean in and practically devour her with a kiss.

“Alexei,” she moans. “The way you make me feel…”

“It’s more than mutual, Devotchka .”

I reach around and grab onto her perfect, heart-shaped ass, lifting her off her feet and pressing her into the glass. She responds by wrapping her legs around me, pulling me close, my cock gliding into her like it’s made for her pussy.

“Oh, God, yes .” The words pour out of her as I bottom out, her head bumping into the glass with a soft thud as she leans back.

Holding her like this, I pull back and drive into her again and again, plunging into her slit in just the way I need, just the way she needs.

“That feel good, baby?” I ask, leaning closely against her, her breasts pressing against my chest, my breath hot on her ear.

“So good.”

I change my angle, crouching a bit to drive up into her, using the full power of my hips to plunge deeply. Her perfect, soft walls grip me, coaxing out the orgasm I’ve been craving since she put her mouth on me back in the elevator.

“Come for me, Devotchka .”

She nods eagerly, her mouth formed into a perfect O of pleasure.

With one more shriek, she comes hard. This time I join her, draining myself as deeply inside as I can, my manhood pumping every last drop into her. She grips me so hard with her legs that it almost hurts, but I love it anyway.

When we’re done, I kiss her hard again.

“I think,” she says as I pull my lips away, “I think I’m going to need some help.”

“Help?”

“My legs. I think I’ll collapse if I try to walk on them.”

I laugh. “Of course.”

I change her position, cradling her with my arms and carrying her across the room.

We finally collapse onto the couch, her body draped over mine. She’s breathless, her hair a mess, her skin flushed.

The room is dark except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. Isabella lies draped across my chest, half asleep, her breathing soft and steady.

My arms wrap around her like she belongs here, like she’s mine. And maybe that’s the problem. It’s so damn good, too good, and that’s why it can’t last.

Finally, her voice cuts through the silence. “We can’t keep doing this.”

I sigh. I knew this conversation was coming. “You think I don’t know that?”

“It’s not fair.” Her fingers trace patterns on my chest. “Not to Stephania. Not to anyone. I know the marriage is a setup, but still…”

“Fairness went out the window the second you walked into my life.” My hand slides up her back. “I’ve tried to stay away. You think this is easy for me?”

She doesn’t respond, but I can feel the confusion radiating off her.

“Take me home.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the stomach. “Fine.” But I can’t do it, not just yet. I take her chin into my hand. “A shower before we go. You’re all dirty now—let me get you clean.”

She smiles. “I’d like that.”

We get up, making our way to the master bath. The shower has more than enough room for both of us, and I take in the sight of her gorgeous body once more before turning on the hot water, steam filling the space.

The hot water pours over us as we stand in the shower, the steam curling around.

Neither of us says much, but the silence isn’t comfortable. There’s so much that we need to talk about, but neither of us has the words.

I wash her hair, my hands moving slowly. She leans into me, her body relaxed against mine, but I can feel the tension just below the surface. She’s thinking about it. About us. About the baby.

So am I.

When we step out, I hand her a towel, and she gives me a small, grateful smile. It’s fragile, and it makes something in my chest tighten. I don’t know how to fix this. Hell, I don’t even know if it can be fixed.

Twenty minutes later, we’re in my car, the city blurring past as I drive. She’s quiet, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, and I can feel her nervous energy from a mile away.

“Say it,” I say, finally breaking the silence.

She glances at me. “What?”

“Whatever it is, you’re not saying.”

My eyes stay on the road, but my voice is sharp, daring her to let it out.

She hesitates, then looks away, her gaze fixed out the window. “You know what it is.”

I grip the wheel tighter. She’s right. We haven’t talked about the impossible situation we’re in. And the truth is, I still don’t have a damn clue what to say.

What the hell am I supposed to do? Marry her cousin while she’s carrying my child?

Walk away and leave her to deal with this on her own?

Neither option feels right, and yet here we are, stuck between them.

And then will come Domenico’s rage upon learning that his daughter is having a baby out of wedlock.

With a bastard, on top of that. To be fair, his discomfort would be the only silver lining for my injured ego.

“We’ll figure it out.”

I can’t promise her much right now, but I can promise her that.

As we approach her neighborhood, I notice a sleek black sedan has been tailing us for the last few blocks. At first, I think it’s just coincidence. But when I take a turn down a side street, it follows.

My body goes on high alert. I glance in the rearview mirror again, confirming what I already know.

“We’ve got company,” I say.

“What do you mean?”

I reach over, opening the glove compartment and pulling out a pistol. The weight of it in my hand is grounding, familiar.

“Stay calm.”

Her hand flies to her stomach, a protective gesture that makes my chest tighten.

“Alexei,” she says, “tell me what’s happening.”

“Probably nothing. But I’m not taking any chances.”

The car behind us speeds up slightly, closing the gap.

“Stay low,” I tell her. “If this goes bad, you let me handle it, understand?”

She nods, her fear evident, but there’s steel in her gaze, too. Good.

I take another sharp turn, testing the sedan’s intent. It follows, sticking close. My grip tightens on the wheel, my other hand steady on the pistol. Whatever’s about to happen, I’m ready.

For her.

For our baby.

For whatever comes next.