Page 29 of Prince of Control (Bratva Heirs #1)

Agony washes over Ben’s face, but he nods. “No, he took the blame. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen my dad cry.”

My eyes flood with tears again. Me telling him to blame his dad is useless. They all suffered. It was a shared family trauma. I hug him again. “I’m so glad you lived, Benjamin Baranov.”

Baron lets out a chuff of air. “Yeah?”

I nod, considering. So much has happened in the last weeks. A seeming lifetime has passed. I was packed off from Paris to marry a stranger, started at a new university, was thrown into a cell made up of bratva heirs, experienced the wildest sex of my life, and…fell in love.

And if my dad hadn’t arranged my marriage to Baron, I would’ve missed all of it.

I wouldn’t know this incredible young man, who is brilliant and strong and flawed in the most beautiful way.

I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be the focus of a man like him.

A man who commands attention from everyone around him and moves mountains to orchestrate the fate he desires.

A dangerous, violent man who hasn’t shown a shred of anger toward me, even when I provoke him.

A man who might be morally grey but definitely operates under a code.

I kiss him. “Yeah. I’m falling in love with my husband.” Saying the words out loud feels like pushing off the top of a double black diamond ski slope without poles.

Baron catches the back of my head. His eyes blaze.

The intensely focused bratva prince is back with me now–all trauma erased.

“I fell in love with you the moment you walked off that plane, malyshka ,” he says.

He kisses me fiercely, his lips slamming into mine, his tongue lashing into my mouth.

His cock lengthens, pressing against my core.

“Inside,” he rasps against my lips, lifting my waist to help me stand. “I need you on a bed. Under me. Naked.”

I laugh as he follows me up. “Not a roof?”

He takes my hand and ushers me to the window, steadying me as I climb in. “Too risky.” He suddenly sobers. “I’m not losing you.”

My heart flops in my chest. My tragedy-tainted husband will probably always worry about keeping me safe.

The truth is, I feel completely safe with him. I was afraid at first because I don’t understand why I’m here, and I’m still mad at him for not telling me, but I believe Baron will keep me safe, whatever comes.

“I’m always safe with you,” I murmur.

Baron

She’s falling in love with me.

My heart stretches and sings. It’s sooner than I hoped. More than I expected. As soon as we get inside, I pick her up and pin her against the wall, kissing the Hell out of her.

She bites my lower lip and tugs. “I thought you said on the bed.”

I press the bulge of my cock against the notch between her legs. “Is it too vanilla? I don’t want you to think I’m boring.”

She laughs with her head thrown back. “Impossible.” She pronounces the word in French instead of English.

“Oh, that’s hot, malyshka . Speak to me in French.”

She lets out a string of French as I lower her to her feet and peel her shirt off.

“Take your pants off,” I say as I unbutton my own. I left my tank top out on the roof, but I don’t care.

She reaches for my jeans. “I’m going to take your pants off.”

My dick, already straining at the zipper, gets even harder. I thought my wife submitting to my domination was hot, but there’s nothing hotter than her initiating sex.

She sucks in her lower lip and holds my gaze as she drags my zipper down.

I let out a rough breath when she frees my erection. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of both my jeans and boxers and slides them down my legs.

My cock stands at full attention, already dripping pre-cum from the tip.

Lara grips the base of my cock and squeezes, lengthening my erection. She holds it up and licks my balls, gently sucking first one into her mouth then the other.

I groan, and the sound has a pained rasp to it. “That’s so good, malysh . You’re killing me.”

She trails her tongue along the underside of my cock and swirls it around the rim. Then, in one smooth motion, she engulfs the entire head and slides my cock into the pocket of her cheek.

“Fuck, baby. That’s so good,” I praise her, my fingers sliding into her hair. I alternate massaging her scalp and closing my fingers into a fist and tugging gently, and she starts to hum around my cock.

The leash on my control starts to slip. She’s more than killing me. I’m already dead. I’ve had a lot of sex for a guy my age–I started young, and I’ve experimented a lot–but nothing compares to this moment.

It’s not her technique although that’s great. It’s Lara. Her willingness. Her beautiful, generous heart. Her capacity to forgive me for forcing her into this marriage. The tears she cried for me out on the roof.

It’s knowing we’re going to last. We’re going to make it. She’s wearing my ring, and I’m winning her heart.

I’ve accomplished a lot at Thornecroft, but I’d throw it all away for this. My beautiful wife on her knees at my feet, giving me pleasure.

I control her movements, pulling her mouth over my cock faster, making her take me deeper. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t protest. She holds onto my hips, her nails scoring my ass.

“Naked,” I manage to grunt. I’m on the edge of coming down her throat, but I want her to come with me. “I need you naked right now.” I try to make my voice stern, but it only sounds desperate.

Hell, I am desperate.

I need to fuck my wife so badly I’m going to explode.

She pops off my cock and licks the saliva from her lower lip.

“You are so fucking hot.” It’s a wonder I even know how to speak.

I’m pretty sure all my brain cells are in my dick right now.

“Come here, printsessa.” I grip her elbows and pull her up to standing then shove her sweatpants down her legs.

She isn’t wearing panties, which drives me out of my mind.

I pick her up and carry her to the bed, my fingers splayed across her bare ass cheeks.

“My turn to taste you,” I say. I roll her to her side and pull one knee up over my shoulder to lick into her. I caress the inner thigh of her other leg as my tongue parts her pleats. She’s dripping already, and the taste of her honey drives me insane.

I lick my thumb and bring it to her clit while I tongue and suck and devour her delicious pussy.

“Roll over,” I command, my hand already turning her hips, so she faces the bed. “Do you like it from behind?” I keep her flat on her belly, but push her legs wide and enter her.

She moans her yes.

I glide in easily; she’s more than ready to take me. As I rock my hips against the soft pillows of her ass, I nuzzle my face into her neck, breathing in the butterscotch scent of her hair.

“I love having you in my bed,” I murmur although my brain is already scrambling from being inside her. “ Our bed.”

“Mmmm,” she moans in response.

“I love having you in my house. In my life.” The most vulnerable admission slips from my mouth in my sex-haze. “I want you to stay.”

My fear exposed: I’ve been scrambling to seduce Lara into staying with me.

Maybe because I never saw this as a permanent thing.

Or maybe because I still think she’s going to end up with Brash Rostov.

But from the beginning, it’s felt like there’s a ticking clock, and I only have a certain amount of time with Lara before it’s over.

“I’m here,” Lara says.

She’s right. She’s here now. I can’t control the future, as much as I’d like to. All I can do is enjoy the fuck out of my wife in this moment.

I pull out and roll her to her back and slow my heart rate by sucking and pinching her nipples.

“I want to see your beautiful face when you come,” I say as I push back inside of her. “Squeeze my dick with your pussy.”

Lara’s internal muscles squeeze, and I groan. “Good girl. Just like that. Show me how fucking tight you can make it.”

She squeezes in a pulsing rhythm, tightening when I stroke in, releasing when I go out.

I know from my research into the female orgasm that tightening the internal muscles can help a woman come. She definitely seems to get excited, her eyes rolling back in her head, her breath coming out in little sobs, especially when I increase my speed.

I’m barely hanging by a thread. My balls have drawn up tight. I’m ready to explode.

“Hold your breath now,” I tell her.

She tries to focus on my face, her brow wrinkled.

“Hold your breath until you come.”

She sucks in a breath, but immediately lets it out on a sob of pleasure.

I chuckle. “Hold your breath until you come, malyshka .” I put my hand around the column of her neck. I would never squeeze her throat to cut off her air. Not even with consent. I won’t fuck with her life like that. But I know it turns women on to know I have the power to do it.

She stops her breath. Her gaze locks with mine and turns intense.

I plow into her harder, jack hammering in with fast thrusts.

Her face takes on a pink blush, and her eyes grow wide.

Panic flashes over her expression the moment before she shrieks and convulses into orgasm.

Her muscles grip my dick, and I lose control.

I pump twice more and bury myself deep to come.

I fill her with my seed, then ease back and push in, which sets off another wave of her contractions around my cock.

Her arms twine around my neck, and she holds me tight, her breath coming in sobs.

“I love you,” I murmur against her ear, nipping the shell with my teeth.

She goes still, her heart beating against mine. “I love you, too,” she whispers.

That’s when I know it’s all over for me. This woman walked in and flipped my entire life in one week’s time. She makes me feel whole in a way I haven’t felt since Valentina died. I don’t ever want her to walk back out.

If Abrasha Rostov tries to take her from me again, I will end him.