Page 22 of Plus-Size Bratva Possession (Vadim Bratva #12)

And Elena knew it too, for she didn’t say a word now.

But I still wasn’t done. I needed more from her brothers; I needed them to suffer. I simply didn’t know what it would take to find peace and where to draw that line.

The silence stretched between us, taut and uncomfortable, until Elena’s eyes flickered to the door. “We should go back inside,” she said. “They’d be wondering where we are.”

I caught her wrist. “No. We're leaving. I’m not forcing you through this. I can see you’re torn.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “What? We can't just—”

“I'll tell them you have a headache. Nobody will question it.”

She looked like she wanted to argue, but then nodded, her shoulders sagging with what looked like relief. “Fine.”

Five minutes later, we were in the car.

I put up the screen, the tension from earlier still remaining.

“So, you’re not going to talk to me?” I asked.

“I would, if you cared to listen,” she hissed back.

And just like that, we were back at square one.

“And you think you listen, Elena? When I told you not to tell anyone, and you went to Federico?”

“My brothers have EVERY right to know why you hold an enmity against them. You have no idea how confused they are by your hostility!” she yelled back.

“They’re a bunch of actors. The whole lot of them,” I barked back.

“Don’t you dare call them liars!” Her eyes burned with fury. “You hear me? If they can prove their innocence—”

“Whatever proof they give of their innocence can’t be trusted. Don’t you see that? I already know they did it!”

“No, you think you know!” Her voice rose in frustration. “Has it even occurred to you that you might be wrong? That maybe, just maybe, you've spent years hating the wrong people?”

I clenched my fists tight. “I was there!”

“You were there after, not during! You didn't see who pulled the trigger!”

“I had it investigated—”

“By whom? Your people? People who already hated the Lebedevs? People who would tell you exactly what you wanted to hear?”

Her words struck too close to home, tapping into a doubt I'd buried deep. What if I had been wrong?

No. That was impossible. The evidence had been clear.

“You're just trying to protect your brothers,” I accused.

“And you're just trying to justify what you did to me,” she fired back.

We arrived back at my penthouse in a storm of tension, barely making it through the door before the argument resumed.

“You kidnapped me,” Elena continued, kicking off her heels with enough force to send them flying across the entryway. “You forced me to marry you. You kept me prisoner for weeks. And for what? For revenge against my family for something they might not have even done!”

“I did what I had to do,” I growled, following her into the living room.

She whirled to face me, her eyes blazing. “Would Adriana have wanted this? Would she have wanted you to become the kind of man who takes an innocent woman hostage?”

The question was like a knife, twisting in my gut. “Don't you dare bring her into this.”

“Why not? She's been in the middle of this from the beginning! Your dead fiancée is the reason I'm here!”

The brutal honesty of her words knocked the wind out of me. She was right, and we both knew it.

“What do you want from me, Elena?” I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous quiet. “An apology for taking you? Absolution? What?”

“I want the truth!” she yelled, stepping closer until we were chest to chest. “I want you to admit that you might be wrong about my family. I want peace. I want—”

I couldn’t take it anymore, unable to hear another word. “I need to not talk about this anymore,” I hissed, my thumb curling beneath her jaw, one finger on her mouth. “I’m tired of fighting. Of everything.”

She made a whimper, her hands coming up to push against my chest—but only for a moment. Then her fingers were curling into my shirt, tugging me closer as she pulled me into a kiss.

I tensed, just momentarily, the earlier anger still flowing through my mind. But God, this was Elena. No matter how angry, no matter what happened, she could bring me to my knees, and right about now, as her tongue slithered into my mouth, I knew she already owned me.

My hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. “Make me,” she hissed against my mouth, then broke apart, looking up at me with the fiercest, brightest eyes I’d ever seen. “ Make me stop talking.”

“Yeah, you’d rather scream?” I hissed, my hands lowering to her ass, giving them a gentle squeeze.

I felt her arch into me. “I’d rather scream, roar, moan, but I don’t want to fight anymore either.”

I growled low in my throat and lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Her dress rode up her thighs, and I gripped her ass, pulling her against my hardening cock.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” I muttered, kissing down her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear. “You’re the most maddening, damning woman I know.”

“Good,” she gasped, her head falling back to give me better access. “Now you know how I feel about you.”

We stumbled toward the bedroom, still tangled together, kissing the entire way. Her skin burned into me, and I felt like an animal, a beast, attuned to her every inch.

I kicked the door open and carried her inside, intending to throw her on the bed—but she surprised me at the last moment, pushing into me with force, shoving me back onto the mattress and straddling me in one quick movement.

“My turn,” she said, a dangerous glint in her eye as she pinned my wrists above my head.

I could have easily taken over with my strength and size, but I was curious to see what she would do. Slowly, she began to unbutton my shirt.

“Too slow,” I growled, and ripped the shirt open, helping her out.

She laughed, which quickly turned into a gasp when I sat up halfway and tore the neck of her dress, exposing her breasts.

“That's the second dress you've ruined,” she complained.

“I'll buy you a hundred more,” I promised, palming her breasts through her lacy bra. She was a vision, an absolute delight, as she straddled me half-naked.

She pushed me back down with her hands on my chest and then slid lower to work on my belt.

I watched as she undid my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers, freeing my aching cock. Her eyes darkened at the sight, and she licked her lips.

“Like what you see?” I taunted.

In answer, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I hissed in pleasure, my hands immediately going to her hair, holding on as she worked her magic.

“Fuck, Elena,” I groaned as she took me deeper, her mouth hot and wet around me.

She was merciless, using her tongue and lips with devastating motions, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock while the other cupped my balls. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, and when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, I nearly lost it right then.

“Stop,” I gasped, tugging gently at her hair. “I'm too close.”

She ignored me, taking me even deeper until I felt the back of her throat, the tight ring of muscle there making my eyes roll back in my head. The sounds she made—wet, hungry noises that filled the room—were almost as intoxicating as the sensation itself.

I felt the familiar tightening in my balls and knew I was seconds away from coming. “Elena, I'm serious. I'm going to—”

She hummed around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine, and pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. I looked down to see her watching me, her eyes dark with desire, and felt a drop of precum leak onto her tongue.

That was it—I couldn't take anymore. I pulled her up by her hands and flipped us, pinning her beneath me on the bed.

“I'm not done with you yet,” I growled, tearing the remnants of her dress off until she was left in just her bra and panties.

She looked up at me, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and red from what she'd been doing. “Prove it or I might start talking again,” she challenged.

I slid down her panties, my fingers trailing down her legs, making her gasp. Slowly, I dug into her inner thighs and pushed her knees apart. She was already wet, her arousal glistening on her. The sight of her spread open for me like that made me harder than I'd ever been.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, positioning myself at her entrance, teasing her.

“Yes,” she breathed, arching up toward me. “Don't make me wait.”

I pushed into her in one hard thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. She was tight and hot around me, her body gripping mine like she never wanted to let go. I started moving, setting a punishing pace with the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust.

“Harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me harder.”

I growled and lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle to hit her deeper. She cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“There,” she gasped. “Right there. Don't stop.”

I had no intention of stopping. I drove into her again and again, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her body clench around me with each thrust. She was close—I could tell by how her breathing changed and her words dissolved into incoherent moans.

I then slid a hand between us to rub her clit, and she moaned out the sweetest sound I’d heard. I felt her begin to flutter, felt her holding back.

“Let me feel you come on my cock.”

Her eyes flew open, meeting mine, and I saw the moment she tipped over the edge.

Her body tensed, her inner walls clamping down on me as she came with my name.

The sight, the feeling of her tightening and loosening around me as her entire body writhed completely out of control, was my trigger of release, and I followed right after, emptying myself inside her with a groan of pure satisfaction.

For several long moments, we just lay there, panting, still joined. Her leg slid from my shoulder, and I carefully lowered myself beside her, pulling her against my chest.

“I needed that,” Elena mumbled against my chest, her voice sleepy and satisfied.

“Me too,” I admitted, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“We still need to talk,” she said, but there was no fight left in her voice.

“Tomorrow,” I promised, pulling the covers over us both. “We'll talk tomorrow.”

She nodded, already drifting off, and I held her a little tighter.