Page 34 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

My balls were tight as fuck and the need to possess her mind blowing. I’d never experienced this level of electricity or need with another woman. Her trembling increased and soon, she was unable to keep from whimpering.

Sweet music to my ears.

I sensed she was close to orgasming.

“That’s it, my perfect angel. Let go. You know you crave what only I can give you.”

She threw me another flushed look and I shoved my thumb deeper into her asshole. Her agitated whimper only spurred me on.

Her body convulsed and I could easily tell she was furious with her body for the complete treachery. As she climaxed, I fucked her savagely, driving her against the edge of the counter.

When her body stopped spasming, I pulled my hand free, cracking my palm against her heated bottom several times before pulling my cock from her tight pussy. “Keep in mind that I own every inch of you and I will take what I want when I want.”

I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole and for a split second, I witnessed another wave of fear in her lovely violet eyes. But she was strong, perhaps unbreakable after all. Her look of defiance returned almost instantly.

As I pushed inside by a few inches, she shuddered and a single bead of perspiration trickled down her cheek. I longed to capture it with my tongue but fucking her was more important.

I gripped her hip, allowing her a few seconds to become accustomed to my large girth. But I was losing control. When I thrust the remainder of my shaft inside, she dropped her head. Every gasp for breath was another concerto, another beautiful melody.

She was so damn tight and hot I threw my head back. I needed to catch my breath. As I started fucking her, I could easily tell she was plotting my demise.

Perhaps it was wrong, but I reveled in the thought of her attempt. I couldn’t wait to see how strong and resourceful she could be.

Being deep within her should be considered very wrong, but I just didn’t care.

The hard slap of my skin against hers was only challenged by our combined heavy breathing. She licked away the salty bead while pressing hard against the glass. Our reflection told no lies. She could fight it all she wanted, but she craved this.

She needed this.

My anger was calmed, dominating her and taking her sweet asshole satisfying the intense primal need.

But I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

This was just the beginning of the filthy things I’d do to her.

After pumping several more times, my balls filled with cum. I’d never lost control around anyone, but with her, the concept was far too easy.

I took a deep breath, holding it as I slammed into her. As if she knew I was ready to lose my load, she offered a wide smile while narrowing her eyes. And I’ll be damned if she didn’t squeeze her muscles.

As I erupted inside, I stared at the ceiling.

Even this act of pure filth wasn’t enough.

She remained silent after I finished, her lovely mouth remaining pursed as I shoved my cock into my trousers.

“Such a bastard,” she whispered.

After taking a deep breath, I pulled the tie from around her neck.

She kept her harsh glare as I placed the material over her eyes, tying the blindfold securely.

Backing away, I pulled her around to face me.

“I’m many things, Bristol. You obviously think there are those who never stray into the gray area of the law, but you’re wrong.

There isn’t a man or woman on this earth who won’t cross that line when necessary, including you. ”

“I’ve already taken an oath to uphold the law.”

“Have you now? How is that working out for you?” I rubbed my hand over her shoulder, easing hair behind her back before smoothing down her dress.

“You enjoy tormenting people. That makes you a sadist.”

“I guess that’s something you’re obviously going to learn the hard way. However sadistic my desires might be, I usually reserve the worst punishments for those attempting to destroy my hard work and that of my family.”

She laughed softly, as if this was just a game.

“And you believe that’s what I’m trying to do?

You honestly believe I had something to do with Sergio’s murder?

Perhaps a lure, a femme fatale? Maybe you think I fucked you to gather information.

Maybe you don’t remember we chatted about food and music, not the fact you run a billion-dollar business based on blood and broken bones. ”

My God, the woman had balls.

“Yes, you’re right. That doesn’t mean you weren’t capable of gleaning something important for your father.”

“You think so little of me.”

She could easily bring laughter to my lips. “And you think so little of me. That changes nothing. I can’t trust you. What a pity.”

Satisfied with the knot, I turned her to face me, gripping her jaw with one hand as I stroked her hair with the other. “I believe you’re many things, but you’re certainly not a murderer. Until you decide to stop lying to me, you’ll learn to obey me.”

When she opened her mouth to retort, I captured her lips, holding her in place as I thrust my tongue inside.

Her reaction was exactly like I’d suspected it would be, her fists pummeling against my chest, her body undulating in order to get out of my hold.

But I also sensed something else in her.

Lust. I’d felt it before, her pussy so wet and hot that it had nearly scalded my cock.

There was a strangeness to the connection we shared, the sensations completely unexpected.

The kiss was damning as well as dangerous, my balls tightening to the point of anguish.

Toying with her, even considering keeping her as my hostage was bad enough.

Actually enjoying the taste of her was ridiculous, perhaps costly.

There was a hell of lot to do, including cleaning up several areas of the family’s business.

I certainly didn’t need to be pulled by my more carnal needs.

For a third time.

At least not until I had a handle on what I was dealing with.

When she bit down on my tongue, I reared back, lifting my arm to strike her, the reaction instantaneous. What the hell was I doing? She brought out more emotion in me than anyone had in my life.

“Go ahead, Mikhail. Punish me again. Won’t that make you feel better as a man?”

I curled my fingers, loathing what I’d almost done. When I rubbed my knuckles across her cheek, I felt something new.

Remorse.

Once again, she didn’t cower even though she had to know what my reaction would be.

Closing my eyes, I reined in my anger, slowly lowering my arm then gripping hers. “While I understand your frustration, you have zero choices. Your entire world now belongs to me. The sooner you learn to accept that, the better off it’s going to be for you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fucking will definitely be one of the items on our agenda.” I turned her around to face the door. “Now, we are leaving. I’ll grab your things as you’ll need them for your stay with me.”

“You disgust me on every level, Mikhail. All the reports claiming you’re a monster are accurate.”

Leaning over, I took a deep breath, holding her sweet fragrance in my lungs.

The scent of her feminine wiles was intoxicating.

“Your body betrays you.” To prove a point, I rubbed her fully aroused nipple between my thumb and forefinger, my nostrils flaring when she moaned.

When I twisted it as I’d done our first night together, she whimpered from pleasure, not pain.

“Bastard.”

Laughing, I enjoyed another five seconds before dragging her out of the bathroom. “If you make a single noise, it will be your last. If you try and remove your blindfold, I will punish you and this time, I won’t go easy.”

“Why, yes, sir,” she muttered with contempt.

After grabbing her bag, I led her through the house and outside. She didn’t fight me as I led her to my car, instead holding her head high.

As I eased her onto the passenger seat, securing her seatbelt, my thoughts become as concentrated as they were intense.

She would soon discover I was a man of my word.

Bristol would learn to obey me in every way even though her rebelliousness fueled my burning desire.

I would break her defenses.

I would enjoy her body’s betrayal.

And I would savor taking and tasting what I’d laid claim to.

What already belonged to me.