Page 18 of Forced Bratva Hostage (Dubrov Bratva #15)

Parking the car, I can feel Andrei’s heated gaze burning into me. He’s been staring at me like this since we left the race. And it’s driving me crazy. He looks like he wants to devour me, to taste every part of me. His eyes are hungry and exploring my body.

Every cell inside me is rushing with the adrenaline of that race. I forgot how good it felt to win. I forgot how much I love driving. The freedom of it is so enticing, so alluring. I want to do it again. Right now.

The car engine goes quiet as I turn the key, and in the silence that follows, he laughs, low and mischievous. I turn towards him to ask what’s so funny, and he reaches out and wraps his arm around my waist to lift me onto his lap in the passenger seat.

I giggle as he pushes my legs apart so that I’m straddling him.

“What else don’t I know about you, little bunny?” His voice is low as he whispers the words. “What else can you do that you aren’t telling me?”

I rock myself against his cock, which is already rock hard beneath me. I can feel the thickness of it pressing against his pants.

“I think it’s better if you don’t know everything about me, Andrei,” I whisper, trying to sound mysterious as I lean forward to press my lips against his.

He grabs a handful of my hair and stops me from kissing him. He locks me in place and thrusts upward with his hips, making me gasp as his cock pushes against my pussy.

“I will find out eventually, little bunny. You can’t keep secrets from me forever,” he warns me, then tugs me forward and kisses me fiercely.

After the race, we’re both so high on adrenaline and the rush of it all that the kiss instantly turns into feverish passion. He almost rips my dress, pulling it off me, and I’m digging my nails so hard into his skin I’m drawing blood. He winces, and I let go, realizing what I’m doing.

He growls and grabs my wrists, pinning them behind me as he lifts me above his lap and tugs his pants down.

I fight against him, wanting to pull free so that I can touch his cock, but he won’t let me. I want to wrap my hand around it and feel how hard it is.

He pushes me backwards so that I’m arched over the dashboard, my knees bent on either side of his legs and my pussy spread wide open for him to see. The position makes me feel exposed, but I love the way his eyes are locked onto me.

He grins and I think he’s going to tease me again, like he did last time, by brushing his cock over my pussy and dipping it into me slowly—but this time he’s borderline savage.

His wild side has taken over, and he grabs his cock in his hand to position himself, and with one thrust, he plunges deep into me.

I cry out, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden sensation of being stretched wide open.

I’ve been teasing him every day. I was pretending it wasn’t happening, but he saw me.

Every time I bent over, every time my dress slipped up over my legs, every time my hand brushed accidentally over his cock—I’ve been teasing him non-stop, and he’s managed to control himself right up until this moment.

Andrei lets go of any ounce of control he had, and he starts to fuck me so hard I hit my head against the windshield and then the car roof.

He grabs my hips to hold me steady, but doesn’t slow down.

I press my hands into the ceiling of the car and stretch my legs wider, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me.

He’s making loud grunting noises every time he pushes upwards.

I can barely breathe, he’s fucking me so hard.

The world is spinning around me, and I try desperately to get a grip on myself.

I’m already close to orgasm, and he’s only just started.

I want this to last longer.

I reach forward and wrap both hands around Andrei’s face, tugging myself towards him. I kiss him, and he’s forced to slow down. His hand slips around my back, and he starts rocking me back and forth on his lap, instead of up and down. My clit grinds against him.

I moan loudly against his mouth.

No, I wanted it to last longer.

What he’s doing now is going to have me exploding in a matter of seconds.

He chuckles, realizing what I’m struggling with as I fight against the growing pleasure.

Andrei stops, and I let out a sigh of relief.

He lifts me off his cock and turns me around.

I giggle when I knock my elbow on the window.

He positions me so that my back is facing him, and my knees are on either side of his legs again.

“Lean forward, Tia,” he says, pushing gently against my back.

I press my hands into the dashboard, and Andrei’s cock slides slowly into me from behind.

My eyes roll back in my head, it feels so fucking incredible. I forget who I am for a moment. He slides out and slides in again.

I had no idea that each position would feel so different.

His cock reaches different parts of me and teases me in new ways as he pushes into me from behind.

He takes my ass in his hands and starts rubbing me back and forth, his cock moving inside me, massaging me in ways I can’t describe.

He slaps me across my ass, and I jump, my pussy tightening over him for a second. He groans loudly.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, then slaps me again.

Andrei has more control than I, because all I want to do at this point is fuck him as hard as I can until I come, but he’s moving slowly and teasing me and dragging it out, which is ultimately so much better.

But he can’t stay in control forever.

I don’t know which one of us breaks first—it could have been me, grinding harder and harder against him, it could have been him when he lifted me slightly and started thrusting again—but either way, he’s suddenly fucking me harder than before.

His cock slams into me, over and over again, my pussy spread open, and he can see everything from behind me as I bend forward over the dashboard.

The sounds he’s making are driving me crazy. His cock plunges into me and pulls out, leaving me desperate to feel it again.

His hand brushes up my back and down my waist, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart so he can see more.

I can’t contain myself for a second longer.

My orgasm slams into me like a freight train.

It knocks the air out of my lungs and has me gasping as my entire body shudders, my pussy pulsing over his massive cock.

He growls with satisfaction as he thrusts into me one more time and explodes inside me. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me down onto his cock, trying to get as deep inside me as he can.

***

Andrei drives us home because my legs won’t stop shaking. We’re both laughing when we park outside the villa, and he brushes his hand over my thigh. “Can you walk?” he teases me.

I roll my eyes and push the door open to climb out.

I’m carrying my shoes in my hand, and the sand is warm beneath my feet.

“Let’s walk on the beach, I don’t feel like going inside yet,” he says, holding out his hand so I can take it. He kicks his shoes off, leaving them near the car.

“I’d love to,” I say happily, tossing my shoes close to the villa door and walking barefoot next to him.

The sky is dark blue, but there is so much light tonight under the almost full moon that we can see our pathway easily enough. The night is so clear that every star is visible, glittering above us.

Andrei lets go of my hand and instead wraps his arm around my waist, holding me against his side.

“What’s your dream car?” he asks, still thinking about the race. I like the fact that I shocked him a little, that I managed to surprise him. He seems really impressed with me, and inside, I’m glowing with pride when I answer him.

“The Ford Shelby Mustang, GT 500 in neon pink.” I grin.

“Oh, wow, you answered really fast,” he laughs.

“Well, I’ve thought about it a lot,” I shrug, then lean my head against him.

“So, you’re telling me I got the wrong Mustang for our holiday,” he smirks.

“Yes, you got the wrong Mustang. But at least you know for next time.”

He chuckles, his hand brushing over my waist, teasing me with his touch.

My heart is doing somersaults as we walk along the water’s edge, gentle waves lapping at our feet in the low tide. There is so much more beach uncovered, with the full moon pulling the tide so far back that the entire place feels bigger and even more beautiful.

We walk past palm trees that have fairy lights strung around them, and a beach bar, colorful with dancers, live music and cocktails.

I snuggle closer to Andrei.

All I want right now is to be near him. Any other night and I’d be begging to go dancing, to have a shot of something, to enjoy the music. But for the first time ever, the thing that I want most is someone’s company.

A very specific person.

This holiday is pulling us closer and closer together, and I can’t help but hope that he is starting to have feelings for me, too.

Maybe I’m living in a dream world. If that’s the case, that’s fine. I’ll live here until it’s over. At least it gives me something to enjoy while it lasts.

Glancing up at him, I note the smile on his face. I’m tempted to stop him and kiss him again, but something catches my eye, teasing the edge of my vision, and I quickly turn towards it.

My heart is suddenly racing in my chest.

“Did you see something?” he asks, glancing in the same direction. But his body is relaxed.

“I probably imagined it,” I laugh nervously.

All those years of Van stalking me have me on high alert still. I expect to see him stepping out from every dark shadow and dragging me back home after I’ve snuck out—I’m not used to this newfound freedom I have with Andrei.

We walk a little further down the beach, and it happens again. My nerves begin to prickle with fear and anxiety.

I’m provably being silly, but this is a horrible feeling.

I peer into the darkness alongside us, trying to figure out if someone is following us or not. We’re so far away from home, it’s unlikely, but my intuition won’t let go.

“You’re very tense, little bunny,” he says, looking down at me.

“I have a bad feeling we’re being watched,” I sigh, hating how paranoid I sound. “Can we go back to the villa?”

“Of course, I don’t mind at all. I’ll make you a fruit salad. They delivered a bunch of fresh mangos this morning.” He turns me around and we start walking back towards our villa.

The creeping feeling doesn’t go away, and I encourage Andrei to walk a little faster. My eyes are darting left and right, my heart beating faster than normal.

The night seems darker than before, and a little colder.

We’re getting close to home, and I can see the lights of the villa casting a glow over the sand ahead of us, when a dark shadow steps in front of us.

I let out a sharp squeal of fear. Andrei stiffens next to me and moves me behind him, protectively pushing me out of harm’s way.

The shadow walks forward, and Andrei lets out a sigh of relief.

“Nico,” he huffs. “Jeez, man, you gave us a fright.”

I’m not so easily persuaded, and I stay behind him, holding tightly on to the back of his shirt. My hands are shaking with tension.

Andrei turns to face me.

“It’s okay, little bunny. I know him well. There is nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure?” I whisper in panic.

“I promise you,” he says, taking my face in his hands and looking directly into my eyes. His gaze is so confident that it reassures me, and I take a deep breath and let it flow out of me slowly.

“Would you mind waiting in the villa?” he asks me, and I scrunch my nose.

“Are you going to be long?”

“No, and we’ll stay in the light in front of the villa where you can see us.”

Biting my lip, I nod. I’m nervous to leave him, but at least I know who was following us. And I know I wasn’t being crazy or paranoid.

“I’ll be inside,” I say, trying to smile politely as I walk past Nico.

I have no idea who he is.