Page 9 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

M ikhail

I’d just made a declaration, something I rarely did unless it was issuing a warning to an unwanted guest or business associate who hadn’t learned how powerful of a man I’d become.

To those who betrayed me, I made promises. They were entirely different, filling the traitor with absolute terror.

In laying claim to a woman I didn’t know, I’d set the tone for what could be a sticky situation.

The women I’d dated had longed for and waited to hear me expressing such a sentiment.

At that point, they’d be planning a two-hundred-thousand-dollar wedding with an extended worldwide excursion for a honeymoon.

At least that would make my father happy.

Somehow, I sensed the raven-haired beauty was different.

She obviously cared little about my wealth or status, even mocking me. I craved to grill my sister on every aspect of the mysterious woman. One thing was clear: our connection held an air of danger. She was at least fifteen years younger, far too innocent for a man like me.

Yet the thought of robbing her innocence had awakened a beast created years before. I not only wanted to claim her, I wanted to mark her as mine for all the world to see.

There was a surreal sense about her that I couldn’t pinpoint. She was wary of the world around her, yet eager to experience the joys and even sorrows every day could bring. Was she as worldly as so many of the woman I’d taken to bed had purported themselves to be?

Absolutely not.

She was innocent, perhaps even vulnerable, yet with a strength that was different than I’d expected or had experienced.

Perhaps that’s why I’d been so attracted to her in the first place.

And she certainly was beautiful, exquisite in every sense of the word. Her gorgeous violet eyes alone had managed to hypnotize me.

Now, with the taste of her sweet pussy lingering on my tongue, my appetite for her had become ravenous. As I pulled away from holding her still while I issued my proclamation, I lowered my gaze, unable to contain a possessive growl.

She was truly perfect in every way, built for a man’s hands.

Correction, my hands, and mine alone. My possessiveness seemed to have no bounds.

That also wasn’t like me. When I’d sat down at the table, my interest had been on the surface, a nugget of enjoyment to end the evening on a high note.

Within seconds, she’d piqued more than my interest and the hunger I’d driven deep inside.

She’d ignited something much deeper.

Perhaps I was overestimating my feelings for her, yet I planned on fulfilling my promise made.

I would devour every inch and allow her to experience true passion perhaps for the first time in her life. Was I an egotistical pig? Yes, but right now I was eager to continue pleasing her.

Another first.

As I slipped my arm around her waist, her breath came in short gasps.

I rolled my hand down her belly, shifting my fingers between her legs.

She was so wet and her scent had already filled my nostrils.

As she wiggled against me, I pressed my cock against her bruised bottom.

My control was slipping, the need to feel her pussy muscles wrapped around my cock becoming painful.

Even spanking her had felt different than with any other woman. Very gently I rolled her over, but she remained propped on her hands with her breasts rising and falling from her heavy breathing.

With the single light in the room, her skin shimmered as if glowing from the aftermath of intense sex. Yet I wasn’t finished with her yet.

Lowering my head, I traced the lush fullness of her lower lip as she parted both. Her breath skipped in the exact beats as her heart, a tantalizing aspect. And there were so many about her that I found irresistible.

“I’m going to fuck you, sweet angel. Do you know what that means?”

Her mouth twisted, the near venomous expression returning. “I’m not a virgin, Mikhail.”

“While that’s not what I meant, I’m glad to know I won’t be defiling you completely.

What I meant is that I plan on fucking you until you’re sweaty and sore, unable to catch your breath.

While I’ve already marked your sweet bottom, I plan on doing so with every inch of your skin.

When I’m finished, I want you sated and happy, incapable of thinking or hungering for anything else.

Above all I’ll leave you craving what only my touch, my lips, and my cock can provide. Raw, sated ecstasy.”

Her moaned response was all that was necessary, yet I pushed her further, nuzzling against her ear as I’d already done before.

“Tell me you’re going to be my good girl.”

“Yes.”

I pinched her nipple, twisting the rosy bud until she cried out, throwing her head back. “Try that again, ideal’nyy angel .”

Her gasp turned into a shudder. “Yes, sir.”

What was it about her admittance and her determination that kept me so entirely aroused I was in pain? My cock had throbbed since five minutes into our entertaining conversation. Maybe I should line a notebook with firsts.

I eased her down to the bed, flexing my fingers and brushing the rough pads down her face to her neck and chest.

She purred like a sweet kitty and with her head lolled to the side, I was given a perfect view of her long neck.

The sheets were twisted in the throes of my lovely guest’s ecstasy and as I shifted between her legs, I kicked them off the end of the bed. I had every intention of keeping her warm. She had her hands fisted, driving her nails into her palms.

I’d sensed whoever she’d been with in her past had left her cold and unsatisfied. The way she was opening to me was incredible, adding fuel in a way that kept the flames licking at my nerve endings.

As I settled deeper between her legs, she undulated her hips under me.

She had no idea how much her actions were taunting me, pushing me to the point of losing control.

If she continued moving so provocatively, I wouldn’t be responsible for my roughness.

So much of me wanted nothing more than to pound deep inside of her. And I would. Just not yet.

Yet my cock had swollen to the point I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pressed the tip against her wetness before lifting and bending her knee. I kissed and licked her skin before pressing her leg under the crook of my arm.

Her soft whimper drew my attention again. “What do you want, ideal’nyy angel ?”

“Your cock. Inside. Please.” She laughed softly as a wave of embarrassment swept across her lovely cheeks.

“Then you’ll have it. All of it.” Her words were an open invitation to rip off the gentlemanly mask that I’d already told her shouldn’t exist. Being a gentleman had nothing to do with covering her with filth and sin.

I thrust the entire length of my cock inside, enjoying the husky moan she allowed herself to release.

She’d been holding back on me, likely afraid to create too much noise.

Little did she understand that not a single person would interrupt us.

They certainly knew better than to invade my private space.

Pulling out, I took a deep breath, immediately plunging into her again.

Her pussy was tight, so tight I could almost question whether she’d lied and still remained a virgin.

While it was impossible to tell her age and in truth it didn’t matter, she was old enough to have enjoyed sex while far too young for me.

But I’d forego worrying about the rights and wrongs of fucking such a beautiful woman.

When I was balls deep inside, I rose onto my hands, finally taking several deep breaths. I’d never experienced something so hot and wet, her muscles clenching and releasing in a way that made my balls ache even more.

“ Yebat’ ,” I exclaimed. Saying fuck in my native language was annoying as I rarely cursed let alone in Russian any longer. There was no need other than with my mother and father. Perhaps I was doing so because the Russian in me was primal, a true predator who had no issue taking what he wanted.

Just like I’d promised her.

She wrapped both her legs around my waist, holding me in place as I fucked her. Within seconds, another promise was fulfilled as beads of sweat dripped off my forehead and onto her enflamed cheeks.

Fucking her brought a dark and twisted emotion to the surface. Not just of possessiveness or the need to leave my marks on her body, but to leave them on her soul as well.

What the fuck was happening to me?

Her dusty pink nipples, fresh from being pinched and twisted, were driving me crazy.

She pressed one hand against my shoulder, squeezing her legs.

Even with a blindfold covering her hypnotic eyes, I could tell she was teasing me, offering a salacious look.

She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip and arched her back as much as possible.

When she pressed her other hand against the bed, I was surprised as she rose to a partial sitting position.

Unable to help myself, I captured her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, and I immediately sucked on her tongue for a few minutes. I jutted my hips forward, the angle entirely different. I wasn’t satisfied that she believed she was assuming some control.

Apparently, she didn’t understand or simply refused to comply with my instructions. What a disobedient little girl.

I had an easy method of dealing with that. When I pulled completely away, she gasped. With a soft laugh, I flipped her over onto all fours. She immediately tossed her head over her shoulder, her shock mellowing to pleasant surprise.

There was more of a sense of purpose than before, a need that burned so deeply within me I was concerned I would catch fire.

The thought brought a smile to my face as I fisted her hair, digging my nails into her scalp.

There was no gentleness left in me. I returned my cock to her wetness, driving the entire length inside as I’d done before.