Page 43 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

I was no longer a little girl, but a woman with wants and needs, satisfaction something only he could provide.

He took me into a bedroom, the beautiful setting as unexpected as the man.

The king-size bed was huge, the thick dark wooden posts creating a space meant for a powerful man.

He swept the pillows aside, gently easing me onto the comforter.

He placed a single knee on the bed, shaking his head as he peered down at me.

I was going nowhere.

And in truth, I didn’t want to.

We were drawn to each other like moths to a flame, although I knew in my gut that my actions and submission could create the kind of combustible fire that could turn into acid, scarring both of us. I was taking a significant chance on trusting him, but I did.

Perhaps with everything inside of me.

What did that say about my resolve? Or my mind?

The truth was I wanted him more than possible, more than I should.

He brushed his lips along my jaw then down and against the column of my neck, allowing his hot breath to cascade across my skin. Very slowly he lowered his hand, swirling his fingers to sweep back and forth.

Across my arm.

Across my breast.

Crawling his fingers down to the hem of my dress.

I stiffened, sucking in my breath when he eased the slip of material up to my thigh. As he exhaled, he rubbed his knuckles back and forth across my leg, my skin tingling from the gentleness of his touch.

Very gently he removed my dress, pitching it aside while never taking his eyes off me. Using all four fingers, he brushed the tips down from my forehead, gently sliding them to my neck as if tracing me for his long-term memory.

I remained silent, still unable to catch my breath. He continued his slow exploration, his eyes filled with lust. As he swirled a finger around my nipple, I took a series of short breaths, tingling to the point I was shaking all over.

“My perfect angel,” he whispered in utter reverence, the tone holding a hint of sadness.

I was caught in a dream, the nightmare no longer existing. I’d envisioned the man who’d saved me, creating a magical figure in my mind.

A powerful man capable to doing extraordinary deeds.

Strong and handsome.

My hero.

And here he was, only the hero was tarnished with blood and violence. How could the two be the same?

He cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me, but a daring smile crossed his face the moment he pinched my already aching bud between his fingers. Arching my back, a moan slipped from my lips. The pain was entirely different, extraordinary in a way that kept quivers vibrating through my system.

“ Ideal’nyy angel .”

Every time he called me his perfect angel, I felt guilty. I wasn’t supposed to hunger for a man so determined to break me, but here I was, wet and hot. My pussy muscles clenched, the sheer anticipation of his cock being plunged deep inside creating stars in vibrant colors.

With his eyes now hooded, he flicked his finger across my other nipple, dipping down to suckle the tender tissue in his hot mouth.

I fisted my hands, never blinking as I watched him unravel me with such expertise, I was breathless.

The passion from before seemed a world away.

Mikhail was an entirely different man with unbridled needs.

When he leaned back, he issued a series of husky growls.

He was taking his time, exploring every inch of me and I had no doubt he was memorizing every freckle, every mole.

I’d never felt so adored as I did with him. Knowing we shouldn’t be together only boosted the excitement. He rolled his pinky around my belly button, his heavy sigh and tense muscles an indication he was losing his patience.

Yet he wanted to paint me with his touch, to allow the moment of sweet surrender to linger. When he touched the skin only centimeters away from my pussy, I jerked up from the bed, laughing since I was ticklish.

He chuckled in response, even wagging his finger as if warning me not to try to escape. Of course the bad girl in me wanted to do exactly that.

Easing his knee off the bed, he trailed his fingers down one leg, eyeing me carefully as he bent my knee, pressing it against the bed. I was more exposed than ever.

“Do not move,” he stated, his tone even more authoritative.

I remained where I was until he backed away by a few feet. He was so damn gorgeous, his carved physique even more impressive than I’d thought before. As he unfastened his belt, taking his time to do so, my mouth watered in anticipation.

Easing onto my elbows, I darted my eyes back and forth, watching the exquisite show as he removed his clothes. The man was godlike, perfect in every way. Every muscle was carved, every sinewy tendon providing a perfect outline of his strength.

Broad shoulders.

Chiseled chest.

Sculpted abs.

What wasn’t there to appreciate and crave?

When he was finished, he returned to the bed, sitting on the edge and gathering my legs into his arms. After giving me another heated look, he lowered his head. This time his hot breath scalded my skin. I cried out and dropped to the bed, immediately pressing one hand over my mouth.

The electric sensations intensified. I was in a dream state and the first time he swirled his tongue around my clit, I thought I’d go mad. He repeated the sinful action three times before pulling the tender tissue into his mouth.

Now I was completely lost, the crackle of electricity incredible. I was breathless and hot, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure wrapped around me like a warm blanket.

He dragged his tongue all the way down my pussy, darting the tip into my swollen folds. I could climax quickly, but I wanted this to last.

Mikhail took a deep breath and drove a single finger into my tight channel. I fisted the comforter, twisting my hands and yanking as my legs continued to shake. With every swipe of his tongue, I was allowed to feel pure joy.

“You hunger, the dark and filthy needs you’ve desired rushing to the surface. Isn’t that true?”

“No,” I moaned, twisting my mouth, fighting with everything I had to ignore my body’s reaction. Why bother? There was no denying the way he made me feel or the rush of sensations already carving a path to my soul.

“Your body betrays you once again. Tell me.”

He drove two fingers deep inside, pulsing them several times as he rolled his thumb around my already sensitive clit.

I tossed my head from side to side, biting back a scream as he brought me close to an orgasm.

“Tell me or I’ll stop right here. Right now.” His deep voice penetrated my brain and the moment he pulled his head back, I jerked up, reaching for him.

“No! Don’t stop. Please, dear God, don’t stop.”

“Then tell me, my perfect angel. Do you crave what only I can give you?”

“Yes. Yes…” Still breathless, I dropped to the bed, my toes curling involuntarily the moment he resumed feasting.

Every sound he made fueled the raging fire between us.

I kept my eyes closed, falling into a spiraling effect that was coming close to being out of control.

He sucked on my clit while finger-fucking me, adding yet another finger as he pumped deep inside.

The moment he flexed them open, there was no chance of holding back a scream.

“Arms over your head, Bristol.”

When I ignored his command, he smacked his fingers across my pussy lips. The pain was different than when he’d spanked me, sharp yet pushing me closer to pure ecstasy.

I raised my arms over my head, blinking several times. The look on his face was dark, so carnal. There was a strange sense of knowing, the chemistry we shared years in the making.

He buried his face in my pussy, and my body immediately reacted. Within seconds, a climax rushed through me, the jolt of current screaming through my skin.

As I started to come down from the high, I lost all sense of obedience, lowering my arms and shifting onto my side.

This wasn’t real.

This wasn’t possible.

Yet here I was.

When he jerked me back to center, a huge grin on his face, my gasp amused him. The throbbing in my core accelerated.

“What are you doing?”

“Feasting.”