Page 22 of Taken by the Bratva (Bychkov Bratva #1)

Daniil

Aria backs away from me and I walk towards her, the wild neanderthal thoughts and feelings I had running through me moments ago, telling me to fuck her in the hallway for everyone to see me claim what they never will is fading only slightly with every step closer to her.

“I think you need a reminder of who owns your body, Aria. Whose name is on your body,”

I emphasize.

I grab her by the waist, lift her onto the desk, and push her down onto her back so her head is hanging off the side.

I take my already hard cock out and she licks her lips.

“I’m going to fuck your face and you’re going to take my cock like the good little doll you are.”

“Yes,”

she breathes, rubbing her thighs together.

“Because you’re mine to have how I want and when I want, aren’t you, kukolka?”

“Yes.”

“Open for me,”

I demand, and she pops her mouth open. “Wider.”

She does as I say and I paint her lips with the precum leaking from my cock that desperately wants to be inside her hot little mouth.

“I can’t leave you out of my sight for five minutes without someone trying to take you from me. You’re too beautiful for your own good. I don’t know how you’ve remained untouched all these years, but now there isn’t going to be a part of you that isn’t touched by me.”

I push my cock past her lips and she immediately closes her mouth around me.

“No,”

I bark.

“This is your punishment for being what every man wants.”

Something comes over me and I can’t hold back. I surge forward and bury my dick in her mouth. This angle has her neck positioned so there’s no resistance of her throat as I fuck her beautiful face.

She moans around me and I fuck her harder, needing to fill her with my cum so it seeps into her body and becomes a part of her. I’ll be with her even when I’m not.

I go deeper and deeper, her throat closing around me as she fights her need to breathe, gag, or swallow.

Mine. Mine. Mine. MINE! I scream in my head as my body is licked with flames so hot, I have to give myself over to them, and an animalistic roar leaves me as my cum shoots down her throat.

I empty myself completely and my cock leaves her mouth with a wet pop. She gasps for air, rolling over onto her stomach and sliding up to her knees, sucking in lungfuls of air.

I grab her chin so she’ll look at me. Her light brown eyes are filled with tears, her lips swollen, and her cheeks flushed.

“Samyi krasivy.”

The most beautiful.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve to call such a pure soul mine, even for a week. I don’t deserve to do all the filthy things I’ve done and will inevitably do to her because she wants it as much as I do.

She should’ve tried to run from me this week, but she didn’t. She did the opposite. She made herself at home in my home and gave me access to her day and night while also coming to me, teasing me until I fucked her senseless.

If she wasn’t so pure, and if I wasn’t the son of one of devil’s creations, then I’d think she was made by the heavens for me. Just for me.

“I’m going to kill him,”

I tell her honestly, needing her to see the real me.

“I know.”

“And you’re not going to berate me or try and change my mind?”

“No. I know you need to do it. He had a look in eyes that told me he would’ve done a lot more if Rex wasn’t there. Or you. I won’t judge your decision.”

“Otkuda te prischol?”

“What?”

“Where did you come from?”

Aria’s lips turn up.

“Where did you come from?”

she counters.

“I’ve been here, kukolka. Just outside your world.”

“Are you in my world now?”

she asks so innocently, and I almost want to tell her what she wants to hear.

“No. You’re in my world, Aria.” For now.

“I don’t mind your world.”

“You don’t know my world.”

“I can learn.”

Why the fuck would she want to learn to live in my world? With me? She doesn’t even know me. She’s just blinded by the sex.

I see the optimism leaving Aria’s pretty eyes as she realizes she’s bargaining a losing battle, so she pulls her face away from my touch and scrambles down from atop the desk. She keeps her back to me as she wipes her mouth and touches her hair to see if it’s still in place, giving me the best view of her exposed back and long legs.

Aria clears her throat and turns around.

“You know, I thought this was going to be a functioning restaurant.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes. I only had a small salad for lunch.”

“Then I’ll get you food. What would you like?”

“Pizza? I haven’t had it in forever and I think I’ve earned the calories this week.”

“Toppings?”

She looks up, thinking for a moment.

“Half plain, half peppers and onions.”

“I’ll have it delivered.”

I pull my phone out and send a text to Damir to order it.

* * * *

“We can go, kukolka,”

I whisper in Aria’s ear after I’ve signed off on the last large cashout of chips for the night that I need to be here for.

“I still have plans for you.”

I take her hand and help her stand, then place it on her bare back as we walk out the way we came, back into the hot summer air.

Jesus, I hate the city in the summer. The heat is oppressive and the smell of roasted garbage lingers long after the sun has set. The air out at the safe house has been a refreshing reprieve.

I fasten the blindfold around her head and Aria spends the drive back with her hands folded on her lap, not saying a word. Even when I first took her, she talked to me on the ride to the house from the club.

I’m losing her.

Her time with me is almost up and she’s putting her walls back up instead of letting me in more. We said no lies and no holding back, but that was more me wanting into every part of her and less of her knowing every secret of mine. Secrets no one knows, including my brothers.

When I park in the garage and the door is closed behind us, I take her blindfold off and she blinks rapidly, reaching up to check her hair.

I place my hand over hers to stop her.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“What?”

“Always check to make sure you’re put together and everything is in its perceived place.”

“I was just fixing my hair. It doesn’t require a psychological evaluation. Besides, my career is a world of making sure everything is in its perceived place.”

“You should know that even with your lips and chin coated in your spit and my cum, and your hair messy, you’re still the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Even more so when you’re like that, I’d argue, because I made you that way.”

She huffs out a small laugh and gives me one of her gentle smiles.

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind the next time you mess my hair up. Should we go inside?”

“So I can mess your hair up?”

“If you play your cards right.”

“If I play my cards right?”

I echo.

“You know it won’t take more than a few touches for you to be begging me to fuck you, kukolka.”

“Perhaps.”

She shrugs.

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

Is my little doll in the mood to play?

“A drink?”

I offer when we’re in the kitchen and she nods, walking out onto the terrace.

I pour us each a glass of Almaz vodka and join her. She takes the glass from me and swirls it around before taking a sip.

“Is this your vodka?”

I nod.

“It’s good. Smooth. I didn’t get to try it at the club before I was kicked out.”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief and she gulps down the rest of the vodka in her glass.

“More?”

“Please,”

she says, handing me her glass.

I go back inside to refill it and see her walk over to the stairs and disappear down to the patio. I follow her and find her sitting at the edge of the pool with her heels off and her feet in the water.

“This feels good.”

I hand her her glass, but don’t join her at the edge, choosing to sit on the end of a lounge chair nearby instead. It’s a comfortable quiet between us, with the only sound being her perfect legs gliding back and forth through the water.

Aria drinks her vodka slower this time, but when she’s done, she stands and walks over to me. Placing her glass on the small table beside me, she uses my shoulder to keep herself balanced as she straddles my lap.

She shifts her hips and bites her lip.

“Are you rubbing your bare pussy on me, kukolka?”

“Mmhmm,”

she hums, rocking her hips.

“You want to play a game with me?”

I ask, palming her bare ass as I finish my own drink and put my glass beside hers. I need her defenses down again.

“I can feel how ready you are for me with your hot pussy grinding on me, but I want to play with my little doll before I have her.”

I slide my other hand up her chest to her neck, feeling her pulse thumping heavily beneath my necklace.

“You hide, and I’ll come and find you.”

“And when you find me?”

she asks, breathy and intrigued.

“When I find you, I’m going to put you on your knees and fuck you from behind like an animal. So hard, you’ll feel me with every step you take afterwards. And the harder you make it for me to find you, the harder you’ll get fucked.”

I squeeze her ass and put a little pressure on her neck.

“Want to play, kukolka?”