Page 44 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

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The realization that Bristol had been the little girl whose life I’d saved at the risk of my own and that of my father’s men continued to weigh heavily on my mind.

I’d gone to the park as a boy eager to prove his worth in a violent kingdom full of honorable men willing to die for their master.

I’d returned a scarred man, all innocence lost. Even the good deed performed in the darkness of battle couldn’t salvage my soul. I was no good for an angel.

While I’d passed my initiation all those years go, finally recognized in the world of the Bratva and in my father’s eyes, the incident had taken a significant toll.

Given the circumstances, we’d never learned the circumstances behind what had occurred the night of the attack.

Whether or not the explosions had been set by the Irish, maybe luring traitors to their deaths, or whether another enemy had discovered the operation and had been lost in the explosions.

Names were never mentioned, never brought to light. Those we’d helped escape had rushed from the scene, terrified of what had occurred. There’d been a brief mention of the incident in the press, someone ensuring the horrific act of violence would be shoved under a rock.

It remained there today. Even Tristen O’Shaughnessy had never openly expressed his loss to anyone.

Except to my father and uncle in vapid threats.

How stupid we hadn’t put two and two together two decades before. The group of influential people O’Shaughnessy had on the take had kept watch on our world long before we’d realized it.

Now, those same people belonged to the Bratva.

Or did they?

Bristol’s father wasn’t innocent in all of this. That much I was certain of. What my beautiful angel didn’t understand was that she’d be used as a tool to determine his treachery.

Did that also make me a bad man?

Absolutely, but with a battle nearing, her services were necessary.

My thoughts continued to swirl around the events of the night I’d saved her, perhaps because fate had shifted the odds in our favor.

Or against us. That remained to be seen.

We’d left the amusement park only moments before the fire department and police had arrived. And the little girl had been whisked from my arms by her father, the last thing I remembered before passing out.

The Bratva weren’t the kind of people to feel remorse or care about innocent victims. The situation had been deemed concluded. It had been a warning sent to O’Shaughnessy. At that point, we’d no longer cared about the details.

Yet the incident had plagued me.

It was as if karma was fucking with me.

My hunger only skyrocketed.

So much of me had wanted to punish her for defying me. For lying to me. I would do so again, but not this morning. Now I just craved devouring every inch.

And making her mine.

I rubbed my lips and face against her inner thigh, studying the stunned look crossing her face as I dug my fingers into her skin.

Every muscle in her body was tense, her legs stiff to my touch.

When I darted my tongue across her clit a single time, she jerked up from the bedding, acting as if she was still prepared to fight my actions.

Always the rebellious creature. Her actions only sparked another fire.

“You can fight me all you want, Bristol, but you’re going nowhere.”

A hard smack against her pussy lips was enough to force her to settle down, her body thumping against the bed. She covered her face with her hands, releasing ragged moans.

And I could hear every word she uttered, the statement of shock and desire giving me a smile.

I swirled my tongue around her tiny nub again, enjoying the sweet taste as I concentrated on my efforts.

She was so wet, her pussy juice trickling down her inner thighs.

All I wanted to do was to drag my tongue through the tasty droplets, savoring the flavor. But my hunger was too great.

I buried my face into her delicious folds, taking my time to lap up her cream.

“Oh… God…” she breathed, her murmurs filtering into the room.

Lifting my head, I breathed across her pussy before sliding my tongue past her slickened folds.

When I added a single finger, rubbing it up and down before thrusting it as deep as I was able, her legs began to shake involuntarily.

I added a second and third finger, flexing them open as I plunged inside, curling the tips to rake them across her G-spot.

I refused to take my eyes off her as I satisfied my thirst, driving my tongue beside my fingers.

“So bad,” she muttered and arched her back. She was confused as to her intense feelings, intent on shoving them aside. She’d soon learn that wasn’t possible.

I consumed every inch of her, dragging my tongue up and down slowly. There was nothing like the taste of her.

With every swipe of my tongue, I brought her closer to climaxing.

Sadly, the ruthless bastard in me wanted to ensure she knew exactly who remained in control of her pleasure. Easing away, I licked my lips then brought three fingers down in rapid succession, smacking her pussy lips hard and fast.

Whimpering, she jerked up, her doe eyes opening wide. This time, her mouth was twisted in confusion as well as pure ecstasy.

I pressed my lips against one inner thigh then the other as I snaked my hand over her stomach. “Never forget that every inch of you belongs to me.”

While she didn’t utter a word, the defiance in her eyes was the same as before. Perhaps even stronger. She was determined to remain in control.

She clenched her eyes shut, trying not to react as I resumed licking, driving four fingers inside her wet heat while I used my thumb to tease her clit, the tender tissue now swollen.

With every swipe of my tongue, Bristol did her best to ignore the raging sensations dancing through her. Every part of her was shaking, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Almost a minute later, she had no ability to hold back, her body bucking as an orgasm began to sweep through her.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

I drilled my fingers inside brutally as I sucked on her clit, growling, savoring every drop of her sweet cream.

As a single climax turned into a second, I pressed my tongue against her wetness, licking fervently.

I couldn’t seem to get enough, sucking on her tender tissue as I plunged my open fingers in even more savagely.

Bristol’s moans were scattered, her entire body heaving, her fingers white knuckled as she fisted the comforter.

Very slowly, I eased my legs between hers, the heat of our combined bodies combustible.

There wasn’t a cell in my body that hadn’t erupted into a raging fire, the beast within me roaring his pleasure.

As well as his impatience.

She was so damn beautiful, a true vision of an angel while I remained the devil.

Her breathing remained rapid and the connection we shared was only increasing.

“What now?” she whispered, the lilt of her laugh enchanting.

When I lifted my head, gazing into her eyes, she dragged her tongue across her lips. “What do you hunger for, my perfect angel?”

Her bold demeanor seemed to crumble before my eyes, her expression one of longing.

The same carnal needs.

The same savage desires.

The same hunger to let go.

“Everything,” she managed, half laughing after issuing the single breathless word.

I intended on providing exactly what she craved.

Even before her body stopped shaking, I crowded over her, pressing the tip of my cock against her wetness. If she sensed what I was about to do, she didn’t react, although her whimpers continued.

After positioning my cockhead at her entrance, I planted both hands on either side of her, leaning over until our lips were only a few inches apart. “Now, I fuck you.”

The dark hunger that had lured me to her in the first place took over. I thrust the entire length of my cock into her pussy, my breath rattled as her muscles immediately clamped over my aching shaft. The heat was explosive, the warmth attempting to chisel away at the brutal man inside.

She gasped from the force, the shimmer in her eyes a mixture of excitement as well as uncertainty.

The woman was fighting our attraction, the natural instinct that I’d felt the first time I’d taken her.

But when she arched her back, her fingernails scratching down the length of my chest, there was no doubt she was sliding into the throes of ecstasy.

I pulled almost all the way out, leaning further over until our lips were finally touching.

“Do you hunger for me, Bristol?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm… Then I’ll give you exactly what you deserve.” With a laugh, I teased her, pumping in slowly. Her pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion, her soft moans filtering into the air.

I could fuck her for hours.

As I rubbed my lips back and forth over hers, she mewed, her mouth opening like a rose petal, waiting for me to explore the soft velvet.

Unable to resist, I swirled my tongue around her mouth before sliding it inside.

Once again, I drove my cock deep inside, the harshness of my actions slamming the headboard against the wall.

I crushed her mouth, enjoying the dichotomy between her constant hesitation and her willingness to surrender. My touch remained rough, the need for her only increasing. Together we were in sync, a beautiful rhythm that only increased the heat soaring from one to the other.

She swept her tongue back and forth, exploring my mouth as I was doing with hers. We were almost frantic for each other, our bodies bucking as I thrust in deep and hard. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me closer.

When I broke the kiss, we were both breathless. I rose onto my palms with my elbows locked, peering down at her beautiful face.

The corners of her mouth were upturned as she placed her palms against my chest. Together we rocked, our eyes in constant connection, our actions speaking volumes.

I shouldn’t crave her the way I did. I’d yet to discover if she was playing me for a fool, but at this moment, that simply didn’t matter.

Only fucking her did.

When I slowed my rhythm, pulling almost all the way out then sliding in as if she was a delicate flower, I brushed my jaw across her cheek to her ear. As I whispered into her ear, keeping my tone husky and dominating, she moaned in response.

“Do you want to come, my perfect angel?” I asked.

“I can’t.”

“I think you can. You will come for me.” My actions became more savage, driving into her like a crazed animal. She lolled her head to the side, digging her fingers into my skin. When she scraped her nails down my chest, my balls began to swell.

“I’m too… sensitive.”

“Never sensitive enough. I’m going to keep fucking you until you become my good girl.” Her eyes lit up with fire from my words and I captured another hint of her wild rebellion.

The hard slamming of my body against hers was jarring for us both, but the rhythm was perfect and within seconds, she lost control of her rebellion.

As soon as she jerked up from the bed, I buried my face into her neck. Her moans were strangled yet so beautiful, a reminder that she was fragile.

But she was mine.

We couldn’t resist each other, the draw too powerful, the need too intense.

As another orgasm swept through her, building to the point of an amazing frenzy, she opened her mouth and screamed.

“Yes. Yes…” she moaned, her long eyelashes skimming across the smooth porcelain of her skin. I was locked in the moment, mesmerized by her reactions.

“No one will ever hurt you, Bristol. If they dare try, they will die by my hands.” I don’t know why I made the proclamation. Perhaps it was what I thought she needed to hear.

Or perhaps I needed to believe it myself, to prove that I wasn’t the monster I’d embraced.

Had I really changed, or was I still the son of a bitch eager and willing to kill anyone who stood in my way?

The answer wasn’t easy, but in a few days’ time, the luscious woman who’d been driven into my path by fate had made me question everything.

Perhaps we’d always been on a collision course. Perhaps karma was fucking with us.

Nothing was real any longer.

Not the moment.

Not the fear I’d seen in her eyes.

Not the anticipation of what was to come, or of what I might need to do in the future.

Only this incredible, breathtaking moment mattered.

Soon, I’d need to decide her fate. But not yet. Not until I’d had my fill of her.

Until then, I’d meant what I’d promised her.

She belonged to me.