Page 12 of Taken by the Bratva (Bychkov Bratva #1)

Aria

I rock my hips, needing to find any kind of friction I can. I didn’t know sucking his cock would turn me on as much as it did. Daniil was so hard, yet smooth, and I loved him telling me exactly what he wanted me to do.

I wanted to be good for him.

When he took over and used me, it was so hot. Our eyes were locked the entire time, making the experience extremely intimate and revealing. I doubt he realizes how much he showed me when he could barely control himself.

I knew he was holding back at first, teaching me and getting me used to him until he couldn’t hold back any longer. It was such a damn turn on that I’m sitting on my heels, my pussy and inner thighs coated in the evidence.

“Did you like sucking my cock, Aria?”

I nod.

God, his voice. Rough and raspy like his throat is raw from yelling when he only uttered a shouted curse and deep groan when he came.

“Are you wet for me, kukolka? Did sucking my cock make you wet and needy?”

I nod again, unable to find my voice just yet. Curling my fists on my thighs, I resist the urge to touch myself, which is something I’ve never done in front of anyone, but can’t seem to stop from wanting to do now.

“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?”

“Yes,”

I admit automatically, then change my answer. “No.”

He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes.

“Which is it?”

“I want you to touch me,”

I admit softly, surprised by my honesty in this moment.

“What if I want to see you touch yourself?”

he challenges, and the throbbing heartbeat in my pussy pounds harder. I break eye contact and look at his still-hard cock right in front of me and then back up at him.

Knowing Daniil wants to watch me gives me the resolve and confidence I need to slide my knees apart. His eyes go right between my legs and his nostrils flare with a sharp intake of air.

“Show me how you touch yourself,”

he says roughly, the words grains of sand wearing down whatever sharp edges I have left so he can handle me safely.

Leaning back on one hand, I slide my knees apart a little more and glide my other hand up my inner thigh and along the crease of my groin, gathering the wetness that’s already coating me.

I slide my fingers up my center and circle my clit. Moaning on contact, my hips lift and my head falls back as I rub circles around it.

I always go right for my clit, knowing I can get myself off quickly if I do, but with Daniil watching me, it’s even more intense. His heated gaze is like a phantom touch, urging me on.

“Dip your fingers inside yourself,”

he orders, and I manage to peel my eyes open to look at him again. He seems to be vibrating with barely held control.

“You said to show you how I touch myself,”

I counter, and he narrows his eyes.

“You don’t fuck yourself with your fingers?”

His crass words have my pussy contracting and I shake my head.

“You just play with your clit until you come?”

I nod, moaning when I press down harder as I rub quick circles around my hard bundle of nerves.

“What about a vibrator? Have you ever fucked yourself with one?”

Gasping at his words, I shake my head, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.

“Do you have one?” I nod.

“And you just press it against that greedy little clit you’re rubbing?” I nod again. “I’ll have to buy one so I can watch you fuck yourself, kukolka. But not until after I do.”

My God, the things he says.

I can’t hold in my gasps and moans as I close my eyes and imagine using a vibrator on myself while he watches.

“Look at you,”

he groans, and I open my eyes to see him with his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping his length.

I lick my lips and slide my fingers through my soaking wet pussy to my entrance where I easily slide two fingers inside.

“Oh,”

I gasp, rocking my hips as I press the heel of my hand against my clit again.

“No,”

he growls out.

“Just your clit. That hole is all mine. I own it now.”

“Daniil,”

I moan. Ignoring his warning, I don’t stop, too lost in my own pleasure.

“Stop,”

he barks, but when I gaze up at him with hazy eyes blurred by lust, I smile, seeing him still touching himself.

“Only if you stop.”

Growling like a feral beast, he picks me up off the floor and hoists me over his shoulder as he carries me upstairs again, this time slapping my ass as he goes.

When we reach a room different than the one he had put me in before, Daniil tosses me down on the bed and immediately climbs up with me and spreads my legs apart until my knees touch the bed.

“I said this hole is for me to fuck first. I already did with my fingers and my tongue, and next I’m going to fuck you with my cock. But first, I need to taste you again.”

He leans in and licks me from my back entrance to my clit, making sure to flick the tip of his tongue against my already oversensitive bundle of nerves since I didn’t get to finish downstairs.

“Ohmygod!”

I cry out in a blubbered string of slurred words.

“That’s right, baby. I’m your god this week.”

The combination of him calling me baby and telling me he’s the one I’m worshipping this week, has my pussy flooding with fresh desire.

“Mmm,”

he hums, the vibrations making my empty core greedy to be filled.

“Please,”

I gasp, trying to lift my hips.

Daniil swirls his tongue around my entrance and I squeeze my inner muscles over and over, trying to bring him closer.

“Please, what?” he asks.

“Please…”

Whatever I wanted to beg for next leaves my head as my eyes roll back when he shoves his tongue inside of me.

“Answer me,”

he demands, then sucks my clit between his lips, making me cry out.

“I…”

I gasp for air, trying again.

“Please fuck me.”

“Not yet, kukolka,”

he utters smoothly, the coy bastard.

“You need to come first.”

Diving back in, he spears me with his tongue and I fist his short hair, needing to connect to him in some way as he completely destroys me.

“Hands at your sides,”

he orders, releasing one of my legs to remove my hand from its death-like grip.

“I need–”

“I’ll tell you what you need,”

he counters, cutting me off.

“You need to keep your hands at your sides so I can eat your pussy. I’m hungry and you need to learn not to distract me when I’m feasting.”

I quickly place my hands at my sides and fist the comforter instead.

“Don’t stop,”

I beg, and Daniil’s eyes darken – a wicked gleam in them that promises me all I need to know.

“Not until you come.”

“Yes!”

I cry out when he presses my knees deeper into the bed and I come without warning when he shoves his tongue deep inside me while sucking at my entrance and his nose is pressed against my clit.

It’s too much.

Too many sensations.

And instead of floating away in bliss, I’m falling into a bottomless pit that only ends when Daniil swipes his face along my inner thigh and then sucks on my flesh to clean me off.

He sucks hard enough to leave a mark, and hard enough to level me off and catch me from my free-fall.

Daniil crawls up my body, dragging his tongue up my stomach to circle around my navel, and then each nipple, sucking on them until I’m writhing under him.

His long, thick, heavy cock rests on my inner thigh and I moan his name, lifting my hips for more, but then he’s suddenly gone. I groan in protest, my eyes frantically following him, only to see he stood up to remove his pants.

Wow, he’s dangerously beautiful. I want to see all of him, but he hesitates on the buttons of his shirt. I beg him with my eyes to give me what I want, and he finally obliges, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it open, but not taking it off.

I want to touch him everywhere. I want to feel the strength in his broad shoulders, tight stomach, and thick thighs. I want to explore every inch of him.

I watch his cock bob as he walks around the bed to the side table and pulls out a condom from the drawer. Tearing the packet open, he rolls it down his length and my body hums alive, wanting to feel him inside me, moving in me, stretching me, and completely changing me.

I want him to wreck me.

I don’t know what lies at the end of this week, but I know I want to walk away thoroughly used and wrecked.

No regrets.

“You want my cock, kukolka?”

Daniil asks, gripping his thick shaft. I don’t know how he’s going to fit, but yes, I do. I nod.

“Say the words, Aria.”

“Yes.”

I meet his hard stare.

“I want your cock. In me. Now.”

“Greedy little thing. You get a few orgasms and suddenly you’re begging for my cock.”

“Yes,”

I sigh, still completely at ease from the earthshattering orgasm I just had.

“I like you begging, kukolka. It makes me want to fuck you until you don’t know your own name.”

“Yes, please,”

I say automatically, widening my legs for him.

“You want me to go easy on you your first time?”

he asks, tilting his head to study my face.

“I want it however you want to give it to me.”

He seems to know my body better than I do, so I’m going to trust he knows how much I can take my first time.

Daniil groans and bends over the bed to brush his thumb across my bottom lip.

“You’re the perfect kukolka.”

“What does that mean?”

I whisper, the sentiment warming my heart even though I don’t know what he’s calling me. Being described as perfect in any way by Daniil feels like the biggest compliment in the world.

“Not yet,”

he tells me instead of giving me a translation.

“You still haven’t kissed me.”

I don’t know why that’s what I choose to say, but it’s suddenly at the forefront of my mind. I want him to kiss me before he fucks me. I want him to kiss me so I know all of this is real. His touch ignites me, but I need to know if his lips on mine will set me on fire.

“No, I haven’t.”

His thumb presses into my lips, the look in his eyes like one of a man unsure, but desperate.

“Why not?”

Daniil turns my head away from him and leans down further to kiss me below my ear – chills spreading across my entire body from that sacred spot. Despite all the filthy things he’s already done to my body, this feels the most intimate.

Daniil keeps ahold of my chin and plants kisses along my jaw as he slowly turns my face back to him.

My heart beats wildly in my chest and I close my eyes when he’s a kiss away from my lips.

“Let me see your eyes.”

I blink mine open to find his clear blue ones so close and full of something I can’t read.

“Have you been kissed before?”

“Yes,”

I tell him, swallowing the lump in my throat when I see his eyes harden.

“But it wasn’t anything special,”

I admit truthfully, wanting him to know I need this with him. I need to experience it all with him.

“Just once?”

“No.”

“When was the last time?”

“I don’t know. A few years ago?”

“Were any of them older than you?”

“No.”

“So, you’ve never been kissed by a man?”

“No.”

The simple word is a seal on my fate. I’m going to be thoroughly ruined by Daniil Bychkov in every aspect of the word. He’ll be the one I compare all others to. He’ll be the one who leaves his imprint on me far beyond what I might be able to live with past this week.

“Ty ideal’naya,”

he says softly, in a tone that seems he meant to keep that to himself.

The ice in his eyes cracks under my gaze, but before I can see any emotion that may break through, his lips are on mine.

Daniil is kissing me.

He’s finally kissing me.

And in addition to my heart hammering at a beat that’s making me lightheaded, he sparks alive a thousand little fireworks throughout my body.

I’m completely lost.

Lost in him. Lost with him. Lost in myself. Lost in us.

My hands cup his face and I pull him down onto the bed with me where he settles between my legs. His cock slides against my wet and ready center, and I moan into our kiss. Daniil slides his tongue against my lips and I open for him, needing to be as close as possible.

He groans and slides his hands under my head, pulling my hair so he can tilt my head up exactly where he wants me. He’s kissing me like a caged man tasting freedom for the first time, and it has me thinking maybe he needs me to give him a sense of freedom just as much I need him to do the same for me.

Far too soon, Daniil tears his lips away and presses his forehead to mine, our ragged breaths filling the space between us.

“Now you’ve been kissed by a man, kukolka. And now,”

he says, moving his hips so his cock rubs along my clit.

“you’re going to be fucked by one.”

“Yes,”

I sigh, hooking my legs around his hips and gazing up into his eyes that have become two blue flames, replacing the shards of ice they were and heating my body even further.

Daniil pulls his hips back and aligns himself at my entrance. “Ohhh,”

I moan, arching into him as he pushes in just a little. The pressure and his sheer size already stretching me, sets off a thousand more fireworks within me.

“Keep your eyes on me,”

he says through a tightly clenched jaw, and I know he’s trying his best to hold back since it’s my first time.

“I want to see them when you take me the first time. Keep them on me.”

I nod. “Can I…”

I start to ask, but press my lips together.

“Ask,”

he growls, pushing in a little more. I bite my lip and my eyes flutter closed.

“Keep your eyes open and ask me.”

“Can I touch you?”

His eyes start to ice over again, and I quickly add.

“Please. I just want to touch you. Tell me where.”

He doesn’t answer me right away, but then finally says.

“Not my back. Anywhere else is fine.”

“Okay,”

I agree quickly, immediately bringing my hands up to rest on his hard stomach where the button-down dress shirt he still has on is open. I love how his muscles contract at my touch as I roam up his torso, and when he pushes in just a little more, I scratch my nails down his chest and grip the sides of his shirt to keep from wrapping them around his back.

I’m feeling too much to even focus on or question why he doesn’t want me to touch his back. But if it means I can touch him in any way, then I’ll respect his limit.

“How much more?”

I ask, my breathing quick.

His lips lift in a cocky yet sinister smirk.

“I’m not even halfway inside you, kukolka. Does it hurt? Me stretching your tight virgin pussy to fit my big cock?”

He’s taunting me, the bastard.

“You’re holding back,”

I grind out.

“Don’t. Give me all of you.”

I have no idea why I feel so bold right now, but I don’t want him handling me like a virgin. I want to feel the pain and the pleasure. I want to experience it all.

Fuck it, I just want to be filled by this man.

His smirk makes my heart flutter and my pussy squeeze around him, which has him groaning.

Damn, I love that sound. It’s so fucking sexy.

“You don’t get to make requests here, but if you don’t want me to ease you into this even the slightest, then I can grant that one.”

Daniil thrusts forward until his body is flush with mine, and my heart jumps into my throat, blocking the scream that wants to come out.

I didn’t…

It’s…

Pain slices through me, but just as I hoped, it subsides rather quickly and I feel so full and complete, and I need him to move.

“You don’t get to hold back either,”

Daniil tells me.

“Let me hear you scream, Aria.”

Breathing quickly, I plead with him, feeling crazed. “Please,”

is all I manage to say, but he knows exactly what I need, so he rocks his hips, moving gently inside me.

I still need more.

“Daniil,”

I moan. “Please.”

“I told you, no more requests. I know what you need. I’m going to take care of you, Aria.”

He pulls out a little and then pushes back in. I gasp, then moan, and tighten my legs around him.

He does a few more little thrusts, then starts to pull out a little further every time, thrusting back into me hard and quick, with each hit home making me cry out.

I rake my nails down his torso from the tops of his shoulders to his sternum, needing him to take some of what I’m feeling. Daniil grunts, thrusting into me even harder.

“Don’t wake the devil, Aria,”

he growls, grinding against my clit.

“Oh!”

I cry out, thrusting my tits against his chest as my back arches off the bed. “Yes!”

If it means he does more of what he’s doing, then I will gladly wake the devil.

My inner muscles squeeze around him and I dig my nails into the flesh at the curve of his neck, hanging on to him as he fucks me like a man possessed. A man needing to prove something.

He doesn’t stop.

He keeps up his magical assault on my body and everything in me is building to something great. Something big. Something I don’t think I will be able to come back from.

Daniil is owning me.

He’s taking control of every piece of me and taking everything for himself. But as I get closer and closer to the edge of the cliff he’s pushing me towards, I know I’ll get it all back as my reward.

“Eyes on me,”

he growls, and I peel mine open, not even realizing I had closed them.

Daniil’s eyes are glowing as they probe mine. It feels like he’s touching my soul and seeing deeper than just what I show the world every day.

He lets slip a string of Russian and his brows crease in frustration.

“I know you’re close,”

he says, rolling his hips so he rubs my clit again. My neck arches back and my eyes close from the sheer intensity of feeling everything all at once.

“Open your eyes, Aria. Let me see what I do to you.”

I somehow manage to drag my eyes back open and give him what he wants.

“That’s right. Moy.”

Did he say more?

Or was it something else in Russian?

I don’t have the mental capacity to figure it out because Daniil’s hands start touching me everywhere. Sliding up my thighs by his hips and back down, then up my hips until he’s cupping my breasts.

“Oh, God,”

I moan, moving my hips to meet his thrusts.

“Not God, baby,”

he murmurs, pinching my nipples. He leans down and licks one long path from between my breasts up to my chin.

“You’ve awoken the devil in me and he’s here to play.”

Please, is all I can think. Please play with me. Please stay and do whatever you want to and with me if it means you keep doing what you’re doing.

Just, please.

He bites my lip and sucks it into his mouth, his thrusts getting quicker and harder, and pushing me up the bed as he continues to squeeze my breasts and tug and roll my nipples between his fingers.

“You like me playing with you. Playing your body exactly like this.”

“Yes,”

I moan, sliding my hands up the back of his head to try and keep him exactly where he is, and his eyes take on a wicked glint.

Daniil breaks from my hold and leans away to look down at me. His hands slide back down my sides and he lifts my hips just the slightest so he hits a deeper spot inside me.

I grab the comforter beside me and hold on for my life.

“Come for me, kukolka,”

Daniil orders in that sexy deep voice of his at the same time he brings one of his hands between us and presses down on my clit.

It’s the last straw.

There’s nothing to hold onto as I’m flung off the cliff he pushed me towards, free-falling into the abyss where I know Daniil is waiting to catch me.

He growls out a string of words I don’t understand and stills inside of me, the long and low groan he releases making me tremble and squeeze him harder, feeling exactly as he is.

This is why I agreed to this week with him.

Freedom.

I feel free for the first time in my entire life.

Free to feel what I want. Free to give in to every temptation and urge. Free to be wanted, used, and cared for by a man who wants me so badly, he’s willing to risk everything just to have me for seven days.