Page 8 of Taken by the Bratva (Bychkov Bratva #1)

Daniil

Beautiful.

So fucking beautiful.

Aria Carfano is bent over my brother’s desk with her dress up around her hips, her ass red, with my one hand fisting her long, silken hair, and the other buried in her pussy.

I’m the first to see her like this, feel her like this, give her pleasure like this, and as I lick my fingers and whole goddamn hand clean, I’m the first one to taste her like this. And fuck me, she’s delicious. A sweet and tangy mix that has me thinking of the candied orange gummy slices I used to eat as a kid.

I release her hair and she buries her face in her hands, but I’m having none of that.

“Look at me.”

She keeps her face hidden in her palms.

“I want you to see, Aria,”

I tell her, and she finally turns her face, those gorgeous tear-filled eyes widening when she sees me licking up every drop of her essence.

“You don’t hide from me. This week, you’re mine, and there will be no hiding, no shame, no embarrassment, and no lies. I own you for the next seven days, kukolka. And this was your first lesson in what happens when you lie and disobey me. I went easy on you,”

I tell her, squeezing her ass.

“Next time, it’ll be my cock shoved down your throat, and then a spanking.” Fear and excitement flash through her eyes, and my dick throbs painfully, already leaking in my fucking pants.

Goddamn it, I’ve never been so hard in my life, but I need to remain indifferent or she’ll know she has control over me, and I can’t have that.

“Understand?”

I force out, harsher than I meant to be as I try and get myself under control.

“Yes,”

she replies, that veil that was lifted from her eyes to show me her innocence, falls right back in place now that she’s coming back down from her orgasm.

I force myself to take a step away from her and she scrambles off the desk, hurrying to cover herself from me and smooth her hair back into place.

Fuck, I can’t wait to mess it up again. And after my threat just now, I can’t help but picture her on her knees with my cock stuffed in her mouth as her lips stretch around me and her pretty eyes water from taking too much.

“How is this…”

she starts to say, then stops.

“You said a week, but I can’t just disappear for a week. Gia won’t keep quiet.”

“You’ll have to make her.”

“And Sammy and Jonny? They’ve been with us for five years. There’s nowhere I’ve gone that Sammy hasn’t been my shadow for.”

“Then get Sammy here. I’ll take care of him.”

“You’re not killing him,”

she says, that fire back in her. And while it would be simpler, I don’t need her to be a crying, weeping mess and pissed at me when I want to fuck her.

“I won’t kill him, but that’s all I can promise you.”

I can see her brain working through what I could possibly mean by that, but her shoulders eventually sag in acceptance. “Okay.”

“Call your sister first, and then Sammy to tell him you need a ride home.”

“He doesn’t even know I left, he’ll be pissed,”

she mumbles, walking over to her purse she dropped on the chair.

“No texting. Call her.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

She rolls her eyes and holds the phone to her ear, which has my hand twitching to give her another spanking.

“Speaker phone,”

I demand at the same time she says.

“Hey, Gia.”

Aria pulls the phone away and taps the screen so I can listen in.

“Are you okay? What do you want me to do?”

her sister asks in a clipped tone.

“I need you to occupy Jonny while I call Sammy and get him here.”

“What the hell for?”

“He’s not going to kill him, G, don’t worry. I would never let that happen. Just…please,”

Aria says softly, and it makes me wonder for the hundredth time what’s going through her mind.

“Tell Jonny and anyone who asks that I’m away on a last-minute shoot in L.A. and will be home in a week.”

“WHAT?!”

she yells, making Aria flinch.

“Why the fuck are you going to be gone a week? With him? What’s going on, Aria? Tell me the truth or so help me, I’ll call Leo and tell him that bastard is holding you hostage.”

“Fuck,”

Aria curses, rubbing her forehead. She looks at me and holds her finger up, then taps her screen so she’s off speaker and goes into the far corner of the office with her back turned to me.

Not a fucking chance.

I approach her quietly, and she’s so into her conversation that she doesn’t realize I’m right behind her.

“No, Gia, I don’t need help. Jesus, just let this happen, okay?”

.

“I know you’re going to worry about me, but he’s not going to hurt me.”

.

“Of course I’m not going to fall in love with him,”

she whispers angrily, and my fists clench as that muscle in my chest that’s been long dead and deprived of anything resembling romantic feelings gets hit with something I don’t recognize.

Disappointment?

Why the fuck would I be disappointed she’s telling her sister she won’t fall in love with me? I don’t want her to love me, and I certainly don’t want to love her.

I don’t do love. I don’t even do like.

I fuck women when I need a release, and that’s it. One and done. I don’t even want to know their names, and I sure as fuck don’t tell them mine. I don’t need greedy bitches thinking I’m their ticket out of whatever situation they’re in.

I’m no savior. If anything, I’m the reaper, taking a piece of them as I find whatever few seconds of peace from my demons I can grab before they come beating back on my skull, demanding entrance.

I’m not capable of loving a perfect creature as beautiful and untainted as Aria, even if I was given the chance to. But the fierceness in her conviction that she couldn’t possibly fall in love with me is what’s disappointing, and it shouldn’t be.

I’ve never known a kind hand in my life. I know I don’t possess a single thing that Aria Carfano, or any woman for that matter, would find as a redeeming quality within me to muster an ounce of affection for.

That doesn’t mean I’m not going to get her addicted to my hands, mouth, and cock, and turn her into a fiend for me. I’m going to show her exactly how dirty she likes it so the next man won’t even be able to compete. She’ll have to think of me every time he touches her and is inside of her just so she can come because no one else will know how she really likes it.

Fuck, I’m getting ten steps ahead of myself. I first need to get her to the safe house so I don’t have to worry about anyone finding or interrupting us.

“I promise to call you every day if it will make you happy. Just give me the week, Gia.”

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“I love you, too. Now, go occupy Jonny.”

Aria looks over her shoulder and jumps when she finds me right behind her.

“Tell Jonny you need to go shopping or something. Just don’t let him know I’m not home. Tell him later that I was called away, okay?”

.

“Promise me,” she demands in that same stern tone she used on her bodyguard last night, and it has my dick aching for her to use it on me so I can punish her again.

“Thank you, Gia. Pack a bag for me and leave it in the living room, too, okay?”

She hangs up, and I step up to her, cupping the side of her neck and backing her up against the bookshelf behind her.

“You took the call off speaker phone.”

Her pulse spikes under my touch and I slide my hand around to the front of her throat to get a better feel. Her eyes widen as her pulse pounds against my thumb like she just ran a mile at a dead sprint. Fucking beautiful.

“You’re lucky I caught most of what you said and know you didn’t tell her to make the call.”

“Or what? What would you have done?”

she asks, a little breathless as she taunts me.

“Or what?”

I echo.

“Or I’d have had you on your knees taking my cock so far down your little virgin throat, you wouldn’t be able to speak.”

Aria’s pupils dilate and her pulse skips a beat under the light pressure I apply to her throat.

Hmm, she likes that idea.

I knew she was perfect.

“You’d like that?”

I lean down so I’m just a few inches from her lips.

“The thought of choking on my cock as I grip your hair and hold you down on me until tears run down your beautiful face and I spill my cum down your throat?”

I feel her swallow as her eyes fall half-closed, dazed by the idea. I tap the side of her neck with my pointer finger while keeping my grip on her light, but firm.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,”

she breathes, her tongue peeking out to moisten her plump lower lip. My cock is so painfully hard at this point, I wish I could lift her up and sink right into her, but that won’t do for her first time.

No, for her first time, I’m going to have to make it more memorable than losing control in my brother’s office. Plus, I don’t want anyone else to hear her screaming my name. Because when I’m inside her, she’ll definitely be screaming my name and begging for more.

“I know, kukolka.”

Aria’s eyes flutter when I use the pet name that so accurately suits her. She’s my little doll I get to play with and use how I want, and know she’s going to love every fucking second of it. My kukolka.

I can tell she likes when I speak Russian, so I tell her in Russian that she’ll be beautiful on her knees for me and I can’t wait to be alone with her and make her scream my name.

Aria licks her lips again and blinks slowly.

“What did you just say?”

she asks, her voice thick with desire.

“Te takaya krasivaya,”

I add, not being able to help myself.

“When you’ve earned it, I’ll tell you everything I’ve said.”

“How do I earn it?”

she asks, her eyes glazed-over like she’s in a trance.

I lean in just a fraction more, still needing to see her eyes when I tell her.

“By being a good girl and following directions. Can you do that, Aria?”

I loosen my hold on her neck and stroke my thumb back and forth, caressing the erratic thrum of her pulse and loving that it’s because of me.

The way she reacts to me is like a drug I want to stay high on all fucking week long, seeing all the ways she’s going to give me my next hit.

“I can try,”

she says softly, those brown eyes of hers holding me hostage.

“But I thought this week was about me not being a good girl.”

Fuck. Me.

“I want both sides of you. The good and bad. Give me it all, baby. I’ll reward you when you’re good and punish you when you’re bad. Either way, you’ll love it.”

“Yes,”

she sighs, lifting her chin so her lips are even closer to mine, her sweet minty breath making me want to taste her.

“You haven’t kissed me yet, Daniil.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Are you going to?”

“I am.”

I lean in so my lips brush hers as I tell her.

“But not yet.”

I pull back and she looks at me with wild eyes.

“Why not?”

I don’t answer her. I don’t want her to know that it’s because I won’t stop at kissing just her lips and I don’t want to be in my brother’s office when I do. I want to be alone with her.

I reluctantly release her from my grip and take a small step back.

“Call your little bodyguard and get him here.”

Aria blinks until her eyes return to their sharp clarity, and I can see the hurt in them that she hides almost immediately by looking down at her phone she’s still holding.

She clears her throat and taps the screen, not bringing it to her ear this time, but placing it on speaker right away.

Good girl.

“Hey, Aria, you good? You need anything?”

the man asks right away, and I get a flash of anger that has me fisting my hands at my sides.

“Yeah, I need a ride.”

“Sure. You need to return the jewelry?

“I already did,”

she says carefully.

“I told you I’d go with you to the agency.”

“I know, but I didn’t go to the agency. Kelsey wanted me to return them to the club because that’s where they were bring picked up from.”

“Aria, what the hell?”

he barks.

“You snuck out and went there alone? What were you thinking?”

Aria’s eyes dart to mine and then away.

“Yes, and it’s fine. None of them are here this early. I would’ve just taken a cab home, but I need you to pick me up so we can head right to the airport. The agency just called and they want me on the first flight to LA for a last-minute shoot. The girl they have isn’t working for the look they want or something like that, and Gia still isn’t feeling well, so it’s just me. I called her before you and she packed me a bag that will be waiting for you in the living room to grab on your way out. Pack a bag for yourself too. Enough for a week.”

“Okay. And you’re still at the club?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Go somewhere else and wait for me. Find a coffee shop nearby or something. I don’t want you there alone.”

“Sammy, just get here within a half hour and you won’t need to worry about me. I’m sitting at the bar with a bottle of water while the cleanup crew is putting everything back the way it was. Relax, I’m fine.”

“Fine,”

he agrees reluctantly.

“I’ll be there sooner than a half hour.”

“See you soon.”

She hangs up and I study her with a new lens.

“Lying seems to come easy for you,”

I comment, and she shrugs sheepishly.

“Not usually. I don’t know what came over me. It was all coming out of my mouth before I could think.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You made me lie,”

she counters, crossing her arms in a defensive stance.

“I know.”

“But you have a problem with how good I am at it?”

Her little attitude is sexy as hell.

“Yes.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Am I?”

Sighing, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When she opens them again, there’s a determination in them that wasn’t there before.

“Is there a bathroom in here?”

Her eyes sweep the office.

“It’s right outside to the left.”

She grabs her purse and walks with determination out the door like I didn’t just have her at my mercy, first with my hand buried in her pussy and then with it wrapped around her throat.

Rex jumps to attention and looks at Aria as she hurries into the bathroom, but I whistle and he comes to my side. I have an idea about what she’s going to try and do next, so I sit back down behind the desk and wake Kirill's laptop up. I put in the password he gave me this morning so I could watch the security feed from last night. Now, though, I can guess that I’m about to watch her try and make her escape.

Aria goes into the bathroom and stays there for five minutes before she pokes her head out, looks both ways, and then sneaks over to the elevator.

Ah, beautiful girl, you need to key in a code to use it.

The desk phone rings. “Yes?”

“Are you watching the cameras?”

Kir asks, calling from the security room next door.

“I am.”

“You want us to stop her?”

“No. I’m letting her get a little farther until I go after her.”

He chuckles.

“Playing with your new toy?”

“Maybe,”

I tell him casually, not wanting to give too much away.

“What do you plan on doing with her?”

“Not your concern. I need you to call the grocery service and have a week’s worth of food delivered to the safe house and have Liev there to accept it and put it away.”

We have a landscaping and cleaning service that goes there at least once a month, but we don’t keep any food aside from the basic nonperishable necessities if we need a quick escape.

“You’re taking her to the safe house? Why? Is she in trouble?”

“No.”

I rub my forehead, knowing I have to tell him because they all need to be ready for the inevitable.

“I need to keep her hidden for the week so her family won’t find us.”

“Why would that matter?”

“She’s a Carfano. Leo’s cousin.”

“What the fuck, Daniil? A Carfano? Are you trying to bring a war to our doorstep? We’ve been neutral with them since they killed the Chen brothers and we took over the gambling in Chinatown. They didn’t fight us on it and we let their girl take a shit ton of our money a few years ago. We’re even. But taking one of theirs for a week so you can fuck her seven ways to Sunday isn’t going to keep us on neutral ground.”

“Are you done?”

I ask calmly, watching Aria descend the stairs.

“Because I know all of this and I need to go and grab her before she can escape and tell her bodyguard everything when he gets here. Then we may actually have a problem.”

“Is she not going with you willingly? What the actual fuck, Dani? You don’t do shit like this.”

“I know.”

My patience is wearing thin, and if he was in here saying all of this to my face, I don’t know what I would do. But he called me Dani. He hasn’t done that in years. Since he was a scared kid who needed me to protect him. Hell, he still needs me to protect him. All my brothers do.

“Just don’t fucking question me on this,”

I tell him.

“And make the call so the house is ready.”

I hang up before he can say anything else and then jog to the elevator and punch in the code to get me down to the first level. Aria’s just getting to the bottom of the last set of stairs when the elevator doors open, and she makes a dash for the main doors across the dance floor. I race after her and she squeals when I wrap my arm around her stomach and pull her against me.

“Where do you think you’re going, Aria?”

I ask, my lips brushing her ear.

“You promised me a week, and as much as I enjoy chasing you, I won’t spend the week trying to keep you from escaping.”

“I had to try.”

“I know, and I would’ve been a little disappointed if you hadn’t. I like the fight in you, but I don’t want you fighting me at every turn. You want this, Aria. I know you do. I just showed you how much you do and I know you’re craving my touch again. I can give you so much more, kukolka. All you have to do is give in for the week and I’ll give you everything. Everything you never knew you needed or could think you’d want.”

“You want me to forget that you used threats to get me to agree?”

she asks softly, shame tainting her words.

“That’s up to you. I won’t judge you if you do. I’m not in the position to judge you. You want to be used, debased, and thoroughly fucked, and I’m the man who wants to do it. Just give in to me for seven days and then I’ll let you go back to your life and it’ll be our little secret.”

I lick the shell of her ear and Aria shudders in my arms. Her breath leaves her in a little huff and then she gasps and swallows a moan when I bite down on her earlobe.

“You won’t be hiding anything with me, Aria. Not your reaction to me.”

I stroke my thumb against her ribcage through her dress and she relaxes into me, her heart pounding.

“Or your sounds.”

I bite down on her lobe again and suck on it, her moan louder this time.

“I’m going to own your body for the next seven days.”

The moment she set foot in this club last night, her life was never going to be the way it was.