Page 7 of Taken by the Bratva (Bychkov Bratva #1)

Aria

“Did you hear what I said?”

I ask Daniil, unsure since his facial expression hasn’t changed.

“I heard you.”

And if I’m not mistaken, the corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk. Holy shit, it’s sexy.

“It doesn’t change anything.”

I arch a brow. “No?”

“If you think that’s supposed to scare me, you’re mistaken. Nothing scares me.”

God, the sureness in his statement shouldn’t turn me on, but it does, and I believe him, too. Daniil Bychkov strikes me as a man unafraid of anything and someone who lives his life how he pleases, without explaining himself to anyone.

“Good to know,”

I whisper, my get-out-of-here-in-a-flash trump card now used, and I don’t know what else I can say or do to put a wall up between us.

“What do you want from me if you don’t want money for the bracelet?”

“You,”

he says, and I stop breathing for a moment.

“Me?”

“You.”

“Why? For what?”

Then it hits me, and a flash of anger slices through me at how he views me and this entire situation.

“I’m not currency and I’m not a whore.”

His ice blue eyes turn to shards, ready to cut me.

“Don’t ever,”

he emphasizes.

“say that again. Do you understand me? I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t sit for a week. And that, you won’t be squirming and begging me for.”

I raise my chin, not faltered by his growly voice and threats.

“You want me in exchange for an expensive piece of jewelry. What would you call that kind of transaction then?”

“I’d call it seizing an opportunity. You’re going to be mine for a week.”

“I can’t disappear for a week without a good reason, let alone by myself. I’d rather just pay you.”

“I don’t want your goddamn money, Aria, so stop offering. You’re going to be mine for a week.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then I’ll send a few of my men to kill your sorry excuse for bodyguards that weren’t supposed to let anyone touch you and failed miserably, and hold your sister hostage so your family doesn’t get in my way and force me to kill more people.”

“You seem to find killing such a simple solution.”

“It usually is. You seem to bring out my need to kill more than usual, though.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Take it how you want.”

“Do you think threatening my family is going to get you what you want? I’m not spending a week with you so you can do God knows what to me. I already told you, I’m not for sale and I won’t be your whore.”

“Stand up,”

Daniil orders, the words uttered low and laced with authority.

“Why?”

“I told you, if you say that again, I’d spank you until you couldn’t sit for a week. Now, since I want you for a week, I’ll go a little easier on you. Stand. Up.”

“No,”

I whisper, no force behind my refusal. My body is already buzzing with the need to feel his hands on me and have him follow through on his promise.

My head is telling me to run out the door, but my body is telling me to walk around the desk and let him have his way with me.

He waits patiently, letting me decide for myself, and when I finally stand on significantly weaker legs than I walked in here with, I decide to call his bluff.

I turn and head for the door, but when my hand touches the handle, he says.

“You can come over here, bend over this desk, and find out how much you like being under my control, or you can try and walk out of here and I’ll just drag you back and send my men out to do as I promised.”

I look over my shoulder and meet his eyes.

“You choose, Aria.”

“It’s not much of a choice.”

“But it is. Pleasure for you, or pain for everyone?”

“You’re an asshole,”

I say harshly and he smirks again, leaning back in his chair.

“What’s your choice?”

is all he asks, making my hand ball into a fist at my side. I don’t have a choice. I would never risk Gia’s safety or consent to the death sentences of Sammy and Jonny.

Despite the anger and hatred thrumming through my body, there’s also an underlying current of curiosity and desire for what he’s offering. It’s that desire I’m trying to tamp down, but when I don’t see any other option but to agree to his terms, my body betrays me and my pussy floods with desire, clenching around nothing and wanting to be filled by him as he teaches me everything I’ve never known I could feel.

Daniil wouldn’t treat me like the delicate doll everyone else seems to think of me as. I could get my curiosity out of the way and then go back to my real life and find a man my family would approve of and see if Gia is finally ready to start pursuing our dream of starting a fashion house and designing our first line.

Daniil is watching me work all of this out in my head, his eyes doing that thing again where they seem to take on a hypnotic lure, swirling like they’re pools of a beautiful oasis, when I know they’re poison.

My hand drops from the handle and my feet carry me deeper into the office until I’m standing in front of him. Satisfaction flares in his gaze and I clench my jaw, still not giving up on the war I’m waging on the inside.

“Bend over the desk and flip your dress up,”

he instructs.

My eyes dart to Rex nervously and Daniil stands. He walks Rex to the door and opens it, giving the dog a low command as I remain frozen where I stand, my brain on overdrive as it battles against itself.

Daniil closes the door again, and the click of the lock sliding into place has my fingers trembling as I grip the hem of my dress.

“Keep going,”

he says roughly, taking a seat again, the dark heat in his gaze bringing me back from getting lost in my head.

I bite my lower lip and lower my torso to the desk, flipping the hem of my dress up once I’m situated.

Of all the pairs of panties I could’ve chosen to wear, I have on a pair of lacy cheeky ones that expose the bottom half of my ass. I grabbed the first pair in my drawer out of sheer necessity to get dressed as quickly as possible, not realizing I’d be in this position right now, bent over and on display for a man who wants to own me for the next week.

“Widen your legs,”

he orders gruffly.

My heart is beating wildly in my chest and my panties are already soaked through as I slide my feet apart.

“Reach above your head and grab the edge of the desk.”

I do as he says, and a mix of a groan and a growl rumbles from his chest. I can only imagine how I look to him. It’s a vulnerable and submissive position, and when he places his hand on the back of my thigh, I flinch, the heat of his palm sending a shock rippling through me.

“You look beautiful like this for me, Aria,”

he says low and rough, sending a chill down my spine and causing more moisture to gather between my legs.

His hand slides up and over the globe of my ass.

“These are perfect.”

He fingers the hem of the lace across my cheeks and I bite my lip to keep from making a sound.

“Are you wet for me, Aria?”

Daniil asks, the huskiness in his voice making my pussy clench and my heart to flutter.

I am.

I am so damn wet for him that I don’t even know how I can hide it from him.

My eyes are pinched closed, but I feel him stand, and then he’s whispering in my ear.

“It’s okay, kukolka, I’ll find out soon enough. But first, you need to learn that when I say not to do something, you don’t do it. You do, and we’ll be right back in this position. I know you’re not for sale, and I’m not buying you, Aria. I gave you two options and you chose this one. You won’t regret it.”

Daniil squeezes my flesh and I bite my lip harder. He grabs my chin and turns my face to him, pulling my lip free from between my teeth.

“Open your eyes.”

I reluctantly do, and my breathing picks up, my hard nipples hurting as they’re smashed against the desk.

“You’re going to give in and let go for me, do you understand?”

I don’t say anything and he pinches my chin harder.

“Yes or no, Aria? I need the words.”

“Yes.”

I want that more than anything right now.

“Good girl,”

he praises, and those two words have me shifting my hips, which makes his eyes glow.

“Pain first, then pleasure.”

He releases my chin and straightens, and before I can even take a breath to prepare myself, his hand comes down on my ass.

I squeak out a surprised yelp as the air leaves my lungs. But past the initial sting, my skin blooms with a sensual heat and my clit throbs, begging for attention.

Daniil’s hand comes down on my ass in three quick slaps, and I grip the edge of the desk harder, my hips lifting to his touch of their own accord.

This should feel wrong in so many ways, but it feels too right for me to care.

He caresses my heated flesh.

“Your ass is perfect, Aria. And it looks so beautiful reddened like this.”

I groan and push back into his touch.

“That’s right, baby,”

he murmurs, then moves to my other cheek and spanks me three times on that one, lifting me up onto my toes with the force of each one.

My pussy weeps with need as tears spring to my eyes at the sheer mix of embarrassment, desire, and vulnerability swirling within me.

“Do you think that’s enough?”

he asks, but before I can respond, his hand makes contact with each side twice, and the tears I tried to hold back fall down my face.

“I couldn’t help myself,”

he admits.

“Should I see how wet your pussy is for me? I can already smell how much you loved it,”

he growls, yanking my panties up so they rub roughly against my clit, which has me crying out.

“Krasivy,” he says in that sexy Russian lilt, which only makes me want him to touch me more.

Whatever he said sounded like poetry leaving his lips, and I want him to keep going.

Daniil skims his fingers down the back of my thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he slides them back up the inside, my flesh overly sensitive.

I whimper, and he stops before he touches me where I need him most.

I groan in frustration and pant in desperation. “Daniil,”

I beg, and he growls, pressing into my side as he leans over me so I can feel how hard he is for me.

“Say my name again,”

he demands, turning my face back to his.

His eyes take in my tear-stained cheeks and glazed-over eyes. I lick my dry lips. “Daniil,”

I whisper, and his pupils dilate, liking it a lot.

“Whoever has touched you before this moment and has seen you like this, will be a dead man before the week is over. I’m going to be the only living man who will know every inch of your body. I’m going to need names, Aria. Do you understand?”

I manage to give him a small nod, but the next words tumble from my lips in an admission I never would have given him if I wasn’t driven to the brink of desperation for more.

“I can’t give you names.”

His eyes turn to black pits of anger, and I add.

“There’s no one to kill.”

He squeezes my inner thigh, the darkness slowly retreating from his eyes.

“Are you telling me no one has ever touched you, Aria? And don’t even think about lying to me to save anyone’s life.”

I swallow the lump of nerves clogging my throat, hoping my answer doesn’t mean he won’t want me anymore. He wants me for a week, but that may not include deflowering a virgin.

I don’t want him to change his mind, but I know I can’t lie.

“No one’s ever touched me, Daniil.”

“Ebat,”

he says with a little disbelief in his voice.

“Beautiful. Perfect.”

His hand continues its path and glides back and forth over the thin lace covering me.

“You liked your punishment, kukolka. You’re soaked for me.”

He pulls the lace to the side and I gasp the moment his fingers glide through my pussy, then moan when he circles my clit.

“That’s right, Aria. Give in to me. Let me hear you.”

I’ve been worked up since last night, and his punishment turned me on more than I could’ve imagined, so it doesn’t take long before my legs are shaking as a I desperately chase the release I need. He keeps giving me lazy circles around my clit, though, and I try and close my legs to get more friction, or just more of anything, but he doesn’t let me.

“No,”

he barks, pulling his hand away and slapping my ass again as he kicks my feet apart until I’m on my tippy toes, completely open and at his mercy.

“You stay where I put you and you take what I give you. Understand?”

I’m panting, delirious from too many contradicting emotions, and when I don’t answer him, he slaps my ass again. Hard.

“Understand?”

“Yes!”

I cry out, my arms and legs shaking and my stomach in knots. I need to come, but I know that’s not what this is. This is his game we’re playing, and I’m just a piece on the board for him to move across the finish line when he deems me ready.

Grunting his approval, Daniil goes back to his rhythmic circling of my clit, and more tears leak from the corners of my pinched eyes. The restraint to not beg him for more is wearing me down, but I won’t give him that satisfaction.

He senses my will, though, and presses down on my swollen and hard bundle of nerves, and I’m unable to hold in the whimper and moan that escape my tightly pressed lips.

“That’s right. Let me hear you, or I won’t let you come.”

Daniil holds my panties to the side with one hand and circles my entrance with the fingertips of his other, and I moan, clenching my pussy over and over, trying to get him inside of me.

“Look at that, your pussy is desperate for me to fill you,”

he says roughly in my ear.

“My fingers are going to be the first to feel your hot, tight, channel, and the first to feel you come all over me. Let me have it, Aria. Let me have you.”

Daniil plunges two fingers inside me at the same time he presses down on my clit. My pussy clamps down on him right away, my orgasm rushing through me like I’ve never been able to give myself.

He pumps his fingers inside of me as I ride out my orgasm. And just when I think I’m going to come down from the high, I feel another one building in me.

Oh God, is that possible? I don’t know how much I have left in me.

“Again,”

he growls, pulling his fingers out of me to give me a wet slap on my ass before plunging back inside me and curling his fingers to reach a part of me I didn’t know existed.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,”

I chant in a muddled, mangled, string of words.

“Again,”

he growls a second time. Daniil grabs my hair and pulls my head back until it rises from the desk, and that bite of pain sends a jolt down my body from my scalp to my core. I come a second time as incoherent words and sounds leave my lips – completely lost.

He's used me so thoroughly, I don’t know how I’m going to survive the next week when all he’s done so far is spank me and finger fuck me, and I’ve already been dragged to hell and sent to heaven.