Page 18 of Sexting the Bratva Beast

“I want you so fucking much that it hurts. That guy back there, I’d have ripped his throat out if he refused to apologize to you.”

“But—”

“You need to understand that I protect what’s mine with my life.” His fingers entwine with my hair, and he tilts my headbackwards. I have no choice but to peer into his eyes while my heart tries to escape. “I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I’ll treat you like a printzessa. I’ll give you the world, Cartier.”

“But…” Jeez, thinkCartier. Use your fucking words. “We only just met.”

He licks my face, his tongue trailing a damp line to my ear and nibbling on my lobe. Every part of my body tingles.

“I want you. I want to fuck you in every way imaginable, and then I want to lick you all over and start again.”

My pulse is racing so fast I think I might have a heart attack. His tongue is in my ear, and it’s difficult to think when that’s all I can feel. “Do you say this to every woman you meet?”

His face is in front of me, his eyes dark and serious. “I’ve never said this to anyone before.”

A thrill runs down my spine and settles between my legs. The man is possessive to the point of being psychopathic. He’s already proved that he’s aggressive. And there was clearly tension between him and the mayor earlier at the refuge.

But I’ve never been wanted this way before…

I find myself murmuring, “I want you to fuck me in every way imaginable,” before I can stop myself.

“You’re sure about this?” His lips brush mine, and my arms are already around his neck.

“Are you going to fuck me or are you just going to talk about it all night?”

Andrej doesn’t miss a beat. He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, wraps my legs around his waist, and covers the distance between us and the back wall of the warehouse in two sure strides.

He explores my mouth with his tongue, while his hand snakes underneath my top and frees my nipples from my bra. His touch ignites something inside my core, and my body’s instincts take over. I grind my pussy against the bulge in his pants, whimpering when I feel its solid length.

“Tell me you want me, baby.”

“I want you.” Breathless. Every nerve ending sensitive to his hands on my nipples as if he’s sending shockwaves through me.

“Say it like you mean it.” He pinches my nipple while his other hand slides inside my pants and down to the damp between my legs.

I gasp. “I want you, Andrej.”

“Fuck, baby, my name has never sounded so sweet.”

“Andrej.” I try it out again, the sound dripping off my tongue like I’m melting on the inside.

“You’ve got me, Cartier. I’m going nowhere.”

He untangles my limbs from around him and sets me down on the ground. Then he kisses me hard on the lips until my brain cells are swimming. I run my fingers through his hair. This is how it feels to want someone so badly that you know you’ll never get enough. You’ll always want more. Always crave their touch.

I don’t even realize that he’d unzipped my pants until he drags them down over my hips, taking my panties with them, exposing my sex to the night sky and the river behind the warehouse.

“Andrej, people will see.”

“Let them watch, baby. They’ll see the most beautiful printzessa in the world getting pleasured by her man.”

His breath tickles my lips. My pussy is throbbing with the anticipation of what comes next. This is every steamy scene I’ve ever read in a romance novel being brought to life through a man I just met.

I must be crazy. I’m not drunk, so insanity is the only explanation.

That’s my girl. Mika’s voice pops into my head unbidden, and I can’t help smiling to myself.

“Mine, Cartier.” Andrej pinches my bottom lip between his front teeth. “No backing out now.”