Page 21 of The Tsar’s Obsession (Bratva Sinners #1)

Just One Night

Kirill

Rules.

How blissfully adorable and na?ve. Mia was fighting with herself, both wanting this and very obviously petrified. Of feelings. Of this being real.

But it was all too real. My love for her and the trap she fell into.

Yet she still held onto the delusion that she could escape me unscathed. Her silly little rules gave her the false confidence that this was just a momentary infatuation, just a crush, just a one-night stand.

One by one, like dominoes, she would break her own rules and would be left with nothing but the truth: we were meant to be.

Mia was both fire and ice. She was the creator of life and death. Ethereal. Divine. And she was mine.

In the silence and near darkness of my bedroom, Mia climbed off my knees, letting me feast on how incredibly stunning she was. I pulled down the straps of her dress, the barrier finally falling. Effortlessly, the material slipped off, showing me more and more of her perfect, delicious body.

Having no idea where to settle my eyes, I looked at all of her, hungry, fucking starved for her.

For the first time, my hands hesitated. My life was built on violence; I took without thinking.

But this wasn’t for the taking. Mia wasn’t for the taking.

She was for worship. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to claim. I wanted to savor.

God, I was afraid to touch her. As if she were made of porcelain and might shatter at any moment.

Her fingertips brushed against my cheek, waking me up. “Has the big, bad man never seen a naked woman before?" Her little whisper fanned my ear.

The little minx. I pulled down on the thin straps of her thong, rendering her completely naked except for that diamond necklace.

Her gentle hands on my collar, she worked to unbutton my shirt while I kissed every part of her I could reach—her stomach, her hips, her hands, her fingers, her giggles only spurring me on.

She was nervous too. Uncertainly, she slipped my shirt off my shoulders and quietly gasped, roaming her eyes on my chest. “Wow, look at that.”

She ran a finger down my body, sending a shiver through all of me, hastily looking over the multiple tattoo designs. I settled my hands on her waist, actively forcing myself to believe this was real.

In a moment of distraction, I pulled her onto the bed and pushed her down on her back, caging her underneath me, enjoying her, her giggles lighting up my world once more.

That’s what I wanted. I wanted to make her happy, to hear her laughs and giggles, and to see her joyous smile. Everything I had endured and achieved over the last decade was worth this.

Instinctively, I leaned in to catch her crimson lips but stopped myself when I remembered that stupid rule.

Instead, I planted a deliberate kiss in the crook of her neck, that simple action pushing an uncontrollable groan out of me. Fuck, why did she taste sweet?

Down, down, enjoying her skin, feasting on her energy, I trailed my lips and tongue down her body.

Her chest rose up with every labored breath she took.

I finally landed my lips on the most flawless, perkiest tits in the world.

They fit perfectly in my hands, which wasn’t an accident; she was perfect, she was made for me.

I licked. Slow, languid, hot, the simple act of my tongue on her skin sending us both into a state of psychological disruption in seconds.

"I know women love foreplay, but the last month was more than enough," she pleaded. "Just fuck me."

"A month, huh? You fell in love with me the moment you saw me?" There was so much more meaning to that. It certainly was the case for me.

"You're so full of yourself." She ground her body underneath me, my lips closing around her nipple, pushing a gasp out of her.

Ugh, her naked body was a fucking work of art, and I allowed my fingers to touch as much as I could, slipping in between her legs to feel that warm and soaked pussy.

"Ah, fuck," she trailed off. "You're so.

..so..." Her mind was leaving her head, and she had no words.

"I'm so much more than a fucking one-night stand, that's for sure."

Mia's hands spread through my hair, slightly tugging, pulling me up, but then she stopped abruptly, her eyes spelling out reservation.

She wanted that fucking kiss, and yet she denied us both!

What a masochist. I wouldn't be the one to break her rule; no, I'd drive her to the edge where she wouldn't be able to resist.

"Why aren't you fucking naked?" She breathed out and pulled on my belt with rough movements, clawing away to undress me. I obliged, shedding the rest of my clothes and watching her eyes widen as I appeared naked in front of her.

There was a momentary pause as her eyes traveled from my tattoos to my dick and all over.

“Jesus Christ.” Her breath hitched, her gaze dragging slowly over me.

“You have your dick pierced?” She exhaled, biting her lip, her fingers hovering over my abdomen like she was debating whether to touch me, to touch it —my cock, with a piercing in it.

Her voice dropped lower. “Who the fuck are you? ”

Ah, yes. She still had no idea who I was exactly. "Have you ever–" but before I could even finish the sentence, Mia shook her head to say no. I moved to take the piercing out, but her fingers wrapped around my wrist, firm and unyielding.

“Wait!”

Fuck, the way she looked at me almost made me bust before I even had a chance to feel her pussy. Like an anaconda, she slithered off the edge of the bed, eating me up with her eyes, like I was the only man she'd ever seen.

"Fuck." Her hands made soft contact with my hips, gently gliding up to my abdomen and toward my cock. "I don't believe that you haven't had sex in four years.”

As if she owned me, her hand clasped around my hard cock, and without waiting, she licked the tip with the piercing in it, her eyes on mine.

Ugh, fuck, she was on her knees, but she dominated.

Her hot tongue swirled around the tip, but then she pushed my dick down her throat without warning, and then just as fast, she pulled it out.

"Is that what you say to get a girl to fuck you? "

No more talking. I pulled away and withdrew the piercing, tossing it onto the discarded clothes on the floor. Within a second, I had already pushed her onto the bed and climbed on, the confidence in her eyes awakening something primal in me.

Our bodies were against each other, hot, soft, destined to be together.

But her lips were still out of bounds, creating a rift, never letting her fall head over heels into this.

Her hands in mine, my face buried in her neck, my cock found that pussy, and I thrust in, obliterating all my previous sexual experiences into nothing.

"Fuck!" Her angelic voice filled the room.

Fuck, this was too much. My arms wrapped around her torso like vines, settling into her skin, our souls bursting out of our chests. Again. I pushed in again and met her eyes with mine.

Chaos and lust.

This wasn't a fuck. That much was obvious the moment she proposed this. Our bodies were in starvation mode, finally getting a bite after being deprived for an entire lifetime. Her fingernails left their marks on my back, on my neck, in my palms.

I slipped inside her harder, faster, shamelessly feasting on her energy.

"Fuck, dick can't feel this good," she moaned in delusion, catching my gaze again but promptly looking away. "Fuck me from behind."

So close. Her lips were so close , and she fucking wanted it too. She pulled away and flipped onto her stomach, momentarily rendering me blind once more just at the sight.

Fucking hell, her pussy was making me a prisoner.

I ran my hands over the swell of her perfect asscheeks, up her back, shoulders, and into her hair, her hips lifting involuntarily to meet mine.

I thrust in, slow and controlled, the sound of her moan linking me to her irrevocably, erasing my entire personality.

"Fuck me harder, spank me, pull my hair," she begged, her back pressed against my chest and our hot breaths mixing with each other.

"Give me what I want." I loved learning about everything she wanted, but I wanted her mouth.

I always got what I wanted, but I was at a complete disadvantage tonight, for the first time ever.

I pressed my lips to her ear; her entire body submitted underneath me while I continued my relentless thrusts inside her, never pausing. "You're asking for husband treatment from a one-night stand, Sunshine. You can't wait to put a ring on me?"

Mia was at war with herself. At my words she escaped and pushed me back against the headboard, climbing onto my lap, slowly taking all of my cock inside her once more. She was just as addicted as I was, and her eyes blazed at my words, her teeth sinking into my shoulder.

"Don't kill my boner with talks of marriage."

God fucking damn her smart mouth. "You're such a fucking liar, brat. I have my dick inside you. I can feel how wet you are just at the thought. "

I was ready to beg. We breathed the same air; I could taste the heat of her lips, but she stayed away, like a damn trained assassin.

She rocked her hips on me, her smooth skin rubbing against me, but she refused to give me a kiss.

One simple fucking kiss.

Love makes a man timid and the woman bolder. I was losing strength by the second. "Just fucking kiss me." This was a plea, and I knew I was losing all control. She was riding my cock, for Christ's sake! Why was she keeping this away from me?

"You're asking for wife treatment from a one-night stand, Sunshine," she taunted.

"I'll propose right now, but I assumed you'd want something a little more traditional than riding my dick until you pass out,” I breathed out, pulling her impossibly close, to drown her in me, in this, in us.

"Ugh, fuck, shut up!" Her voice broke, half command, half surrender.

She tried to fight it, but her body had already betrayed her.

Her nails sank into my back, her thighs clenching around me as she shattered, her pulse throbbing against mine.

And I knew, I fucking knew, she came at the thought of me proposing.

She fucking came at the thought of us getting married. I was on top of the world. My whole fucking plan unraveled perfectly: she was fucking in love. Just like me.

In my lap, in my life, she was mine, and we both slowed down, the pause filled with anticipation. As if a fog had lifted, Mia became mellow, no longer commanding or taunting.

Her eyes flicked to my lips, and I knew that she was done fighting. My chest tightened as she finally, finally closed the space between us, her little pout begging for it. Desperate.

Surrendering.

And she gave in. She gave me the world.