Page 10 of Taken by the Bratva (Bychkov Bratva #1)

Aria

“What are you doing?”

I ask nervously, eyeing Daniil warily as he pulls a black tie from his pocket.

“What’s that for?”

“I can’t have you seeing where we’re going. It’s a safe house for a reason.”

“I already know it’s on Coney Island.”

“That’s for Sammy, not us.”

“But…”

He steps up behind me and fastens the silk around my head, making sure my eyes are fully covered before he ties it in a knot.

“Time to start our week, Aria,”

he whispers in my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Your other senses are heightened when one is taken away. Would you like it if I blindfolded you this week? You wouldn’t know where I was going to touch you next.”

God, yes, I want him to do that.

“I’m picturing you sitting in the leather chair in my office, blindfolded and naked.”

His words send another shiver down my spine as heat pools in my core.

“I could look at you while I worked and touch you whenever I wanted. Do you think you’d like that, kukolka?” I nod my head, but he’s not having that.

“Use your words, beautiful girl.”

Oh, God.

I can barely handle how much I like when he calls me whatever he’s calling me in Russian, but now, beautiful girl? For a man who doesn’t show any emotion, he sure doesn’t have a problem using sweet words and a dirty mouth to tell me everything he wants to do to me. And damn it, I want it all.

“Yes,”

I whisper, and he tugs on the ends of the tie so I stumble back into him.

“Good girl.”

Oh, God.

That’s going to be the death of me, too.

“You’re going to love being my little plaything, aren’t you? My beautiful little doll I get to do whatever I want to?”

Fuck, I think I am.

“Maybe.”

I try to sound casual about it, but fail miserably.

“Don’t lie, Aria. Tell me, are your panties wet for me all over again?”

“Yes.”

There’s no point in lying when he already knows.

“If you don’t touch your blindfold until I tell you to, then when we get to the house, I’ll reward you for being good. And before you ask, being good is the only option here.”

Daniil takes me by the elbow to guide me out of the club and lets out a low whistle for Rex to follow.

Daniil lets go of my arm for a moment, and I hear the creaking hinges of a heavy metal door, then the warm summer air blasting me in the face. Daniil doesn’t let me miss a step as he takes my hand and guides me outside, then lets the door slam closed behind us and is back with his hand on my elbow.

Everywhere he’s touching me is innocent, yet I feel it like an electric jolt every time. We don’t walk far before I hear the clicking of a car unlocking, and he’s helping me into a low passenger seat.

It smells like leather with a faint hint of cigarette smoke, and when he climbs in the driver’s seat, enclosing us in the small space together, my heart rate picks up double time.

Rex whines from the back seat and places his paw on my arm that’s resting on the console separating me from his owner. My smile is instant and I pet his soft paw before it’s then replaced by his head nudging me for more, making me laugh.

“Did I take your seat, Rexy?”

Even with the tie around my head, I still twist in my seat to face him and scratch him between his ears.

“I’m sorry.”

I plant a kiss on his head and he chuffs out a whine of approval.

“Don’t spoil him,”

Daniil says gruffly.

“He deserves a little love for being a such a good boy.”

I give him another kiss on his head and Rex licks my face, making me giggle.

“Yes, you’re a good boy,”

I praise.

“I’ve never had a pet before,”

I admit softly, all the times I begged for a dog growing up flashing through my mind.

“My dad always said no, no matter how much Gia and I begged him.”

“You don’t live at home anymore,”

he points out.

“No, but we’re always traveling or gone all day for work, so it seemed cruel to have one when we couldn’t care for it like it deserves. Hopefully, Gia wants to stop modeling soon, and then I’ll be able to get a dog.”

“You want to stop modeling?”

“It was always just supposed to be a temporary career. A way for us to get out on our own, make our own money, and have a little freedom. It backfired a little since we have Sammy and Jonny with us almost 24/7, but it’s been getting tiring for me. I’m sick of people fetishizing Gia and I as twins, and thinking because they see us in a magazine posing together, that we’re a package deal in everything. We get some freaky fan mail.”

“Are you serious?”

Daniil asks angrily.

“Mmhmm. People are weird out there. We had to deactivate our social medias because we were followed a few times and the messages and comments were too much.”

“Do you have these assholes tracked down?”

“For what reason? To beat them up because they think I’m their dream girl, or both of us are, and they want to know if Gia and I taste the same? We throw the letters out and try not to think of them ever again. Luckily, our apartment is in the agency's name so they don't know where we live and the letters are sent to the agency and not our apartment, or I may be more freaked out.”

“You should track them down because they need the shit beaten out of them as well as their eyes gauged out so they can’t look at you ever again.”

“How sweet,”

I say sarcastically on a laugh.

“I’m being serious, Aria.”

I shake my head.

“You’re insane. And you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve made it this far without needing to maim anyone. Besides, that’s what Sammy is for. He’s protected me from a few crazies who’ve gotten too close. No one gets close to me anymore.”

“I got close to you,”

he reminds me, that deep voice of his dropping to that sexy octave that has my insides melting.

“He couldn’t even handle my two men this morning. How is he good enough to defend you?”

“Again, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m not really your problem, remember?”

It seems I’m quite comfortable speaking my mind when I’m blindfolded and not under the spell of his intense eyes.

“You’re my problem if I want you to be my problem, kukolka. And if I say he’s not good enough to protect you, then he’s not. If he worked for me, he’d be dead already for not protecting you well enough last night and letting you sneak out unnoticed this morning.”

“Well, good thing he doesn’t,”

I snap back and reach for my blindfold. This is bullshit.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Daniil’s hand covers mine to stop me, and I freeze, immediately warmed by his touch.

“I told you the only option was to be good.”

He takes my hand away from my eyes and places it on my lap.

“Do you want to come when we get to the house or not?”

“Not right now, I don’t,”

I mumble, and a dark chuckle fills the car.

“You’ll be saying something different when I have you begging to come five minutes after we walk through the doors.”

“Hmph,”

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Don’t believe me? We can make a bet,”

he offers seductively.

“If you’re not begging me within five minutes to let you come, then I’ll give you my credit card to buy whatever you want. No limit. But if you are,”

he continues, his voice humming with deep satisfaction.

“then you have to stay naked for twenty-four hours for me.”

Is he being serious?

Hold off for five minutes and I get an unlimited shopping spree? Say less.

“You’ve got yourself a deal. But just a heads up, I’ve been known to have little to no restraint when I’m in the mood to shop.”

“Don’t be too confident that you’ll win.”

“I think it’s you who’s too confident you’ll win,”

I counter, but shift in my seat, my core already throbbing in anticipation of having his touch again.

I don’t know who I’ve become since last night, but I barely recognize where my thoughts are taking me. I’m already tempted to lose on purpose so I can remain naked for a day without feeling bad about wanting to feel his eyes on me and have him able to touch me whenever he wants.

I should want to win, but honestly, I can already buy anything I want, so that prize isn’t as enticing as it should be.

I don’t know how long we drive for, but I get lost in my head when Daniil puts the radio on, and we drive in a sexually charged quiet where neither of us talks and the low thrums of music fill the air.

We eventually come to a stop, and I know we we’re at the safe house because he rolls the window down and I hear the beeping of buttons being pressed before the creaking of a gate opening.

We slowly move forward and Daniil’s arm brushes my thigh as he reaches into the glove box, snapping me back to the present and revving my heart back up knowing we’re here and the bet is about to begin.

I hear him click a button and the faint sound of a garage door opening before we slowly move forward once again. It’s only when I hear the door closing behind us that I reach up for my blindfold and ask.

“Can I take this off now?”

“Not yet.”

He climbs out of the car and comes around to help me out. I feel Rex at my side as Daniil walks me through the house. We go through several doors, up a set of stairs, and deeper into a room. “Okay,”

he says softly, his tone unlike I’ve heard it yet, which has me thinking this place might be special to him, along with this moment.

Daniil carefully removes the silk from around my head and I blink rapidly to adjust to the sudden brightness I’m flooded with. And once I do, my jaw drops. “Wow,”

I breathe.

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

My feet carry me closer to the wall of windows that are giving me a view of the ocean in the distance.

“Where are we?”

I look around the room and back out the windows.

“Are we still in New York?”

“Yes,”

he confirms.

“But I still can’t tell you where we are.”

“Aren’t safe houses supposed to be, you know, safe? All alone where no one can see us? A wall of windows isn’t exactly hiding us.”

“They’re bulletproof.”

I roll my eyes.

“Of course they are.”

“And we’re more than safe here. No one is getting near the gate, let alone the house, without me knowing. Plus, the ownership papers are under a string of corporations and names that can’t be linked to me or my family unless someone has unlimited resources and time on their hands.”

“So, for seven days, it’ll just be me, you, and Rex here?”

“Apart from a meeting with my brothers tonight, yes.”

Daniil steps up behind me and runs a finger down the side of my neck.

“No one aside from my brothers will know we’re here, and no one aside from the two of us will know what happens here.”

He gathers my hair in his fist and tugs on it, pulling my neck to the right so he has all the access he wants to run his nose up the side, inhaling deeply.

“You smell divine.”

I close my eyes, the view forgotten.

“My five minutes start now, Aria,”

he says against my skin, the deep vibrations of his voice travelling through me and along my veins as if he injected himself into my blood.

“Do you remember the terms of the challenge?”

“Yes,”

I say immediately.

“Tell me,”

he orders, sliding his other hand across my stomach.

“If I’m not begging you to let me come within five minutes, then I get your credit card.”

His hand slides down to the hem of my dress and lifts it to cup my pussy. I gasp.

“And if you win, then I have to stay naked for twenty-four hours.”

“Good girl,”

he practically purrs in my ear.

Daniil grips the drenched lace between my thighs and completely rips it apart so he has unfettered access to me.

Moaning, I push back against him and get even wetter when I feel how hard he is. For me. Because of me.

It’s a powerful feeling knowing I can get him like that, just as it is for him knowing how wet he can make me.

“That’s right, kukolka. Let me hear how much you like having my fingers play with your perfect little pussy. You don’t have to be quiet here. No one will hear you but me.”

Daniil bites down on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder at the same time he buries two fingers inside of me.

I gasp, then moan, and he rubs the heel of his hand against my swollen and hard clit. My legs shake and Daniil wraps his other arm around me to keep me on my feet.

I don’t have it in me to fight the orgasm building in me and I reach back to wrap my arms around his neck, giving me the leverage I need to ride his hand.

Daniil growls in approval, his tongue licking up my neck to that secret spot behind my ear I love, suckling on my skin. I feel it all the way down to his fingers inside me, but just as I feel my inner walls flutter, Daniil’s fingers and hand leave me completely.

“Wh-what happened? Why did you stop?”

“You know the rules, kukolka. I want you to beg me to let you come.”

I dig my nails into the back of his neck with my left hand while I grab his wrist with my right, trying to get him back to where I need him.

“So eager,”

he says approvingly in my ear.

“And for your reward for being good on the ride over, I’ll let you decide how you’ll come. With my fingers or my tongue?”

His tongue? My pussy contracts just thinking about what it would feel like to have his tongue lick me and thrust inside of me like his fingers just were.

“Choose. Now.”

“Tongue,”

I pant, my breaths coming faster in anticipation.

“Good choice,” he rasps.

Spinning me around to face him, he grips the hem of my dress and lifts it up and over my head. His eyes are hot as they scan my body, and when he reaches around me to unclasp my bra and toss it to the floor too, they become hungry. As if my body alone is what he wants, no needs, to devour as his next meal.

Grabbing my ass, he lifts me up with ease and walks me the two steps to the windows and presses my back against the cool glass.

“Wrap your legs around my shoulders.”

“But you’re so tall. What if –”

“You won’t fall, Aria. Now, do as I say so I can eat your pussy.”

Well, when he puts it like that…

Daniil hoists me up a little more and I hook my legs over his shoulders, linking my ankles together.

His face is right there.

His mouth is right there.

And damn me to hell, he’s looking at me like he really does want to eat me alive.

“You’re so pink. So pretty. So wet. So perfect. You smell divine. I already know you taste like my favorite candies from when I was a boy, and I need more.”

“I’m right here for the taking, Daniil.”

I run my fingers through his short hair and push at the back of his head so he’ll do as he promises.

“Make me come.”

“That’s not begging yet, kukolka, and you’re going to beg. Loudly. Screaming at me to let you come on my tongue and all over my face.”

“Please,”

I whisper, unable to stop myself.

“That’s a start,”

he growls, gripping my ass harder and pressing me against the glass for leverage as he uses his thumbs to spread me apart.

“So fucking pretty,”

he says to my pussy just before his tongue licks me from my ass hole to my clit.

“Oh!”

I cry out, banging my head back against the window.

My legs lock together even tighter and I squeeze his head with my thighs while my hips have a mind of their own, riding his face.

Daniil grunts and flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, making my thighs shake and my grip on his hair to get rougher.

I’m panting, moaning, groaning, and muttering a string of pleas for more, completely at the mercy of the man holding me on his shoulders as he devours me.

He circles my clit with his tongue until my entire body is shaking and I’m scratching at the back of his head.

“Daniil,”

I moan. He pulls his face away and I cry out, “No!”

I look down at him and blink away my hazy vision to see the bottom half of his face covered in my desire for him. That’s so fucking hot.

“Please, Daniil, don’t stop,”

I beg.

“I need to come.”

His eyes flare with satisfaction.

“Say it again,”

he demands.

I’m so eager for him to finish what he started that I would agree to just about anything in this moment.

“Please, Daniil, don’t stop. I need to come. I need your mouth and your tongue to make me come. Please,”

I pant, trying to move my hips closer to him, but he keeps me against the glass.

“Please. Just make me come. Now,”

I growl, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I win,”

is all he says before he dives back in, shoving his tongue inside of me and using his nose to rub my clit as he fucks me with his tongue.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,”

I chant as he starts to rub one of his thumbs around the tight ring of muscles of my back entrance.

The added pressure is driving me insane, and as my legs shake and my inner walls flutter and start to contract around his tongue, he pushes his thumb inside my ass.

“Daniil!”

I cry out, my body completely shattering apart as I flood this sexy bratva boss’s mouth with my cum while I ride his face.