Page 19 of Trapped by the Bratva (The Valkov Bratva #5)

I pulled her hand harder, snapping her forward. She placed her free hand on my shoulder, catching herself.

“The fuck you don’t.” I lifted my hand to caress her hip, angling her to me.

“I mean as something more than a…” She shrugged. “A hired helper.”

Dammit.

“Or an unofficial therapist. Or…” She bit her lower lip as she faced me. The pure desire swirling in the depths of her brown eyes was my undoing.

I closed the last few inches parting us. With a firm hold on the small of her back, I urged her to fall onto my lap. She twisted to the side, intending to sit sideways, but I corrected her into a better position so she’d straddle me.

“Or?” I prompted. Her lips were a breath away, and up close like this, I felt like I was drowning in her lusty gaze.

“Or a convenient piece of ass. A one and done.”

“Hey, Hannah?”

She gave me that lidded look that teased me. “Yeah?”

“Nothing about you is fucking convenient.”

Her brows snapped down as she scowled. As she opened her lips to sass back, I slammed my mouth over hers and stole whatever comeback she wanted to fling at me.

A moan pushed out of her lips and vibrated against mine. I’d caught her off guard, and it was a perfect moment of clashing together after so much tension and distance. Her sexy sounds charged me to haul her tight against my chest. Smashing her breasts to me, I felt the tips of her nipples.

One kiss. One move. And she was as aroused as me.

“You’re inconvenient as hell,” I told her when we parted for air.

She stared right back at me, heat and loathing burning in her eyes. In response, she slid her hands over my shoulders and ground down on my lap. Her warm core rubbed over my erection that my gym shorts failed to hide.

“What a shame,” she mocked.

I growled, cinching her tighter and closing my lips over hers again. She devoured me, sucking and exploring my mouth. I tipped my head back to let her lean down into me, but making out and sampling her like this wouldn’t cut it.

I needed her on a feral level. My dick was rock hard, throbbing to be in her. That warm pussy of hers was the ultimate tease as she sought friction in humping me. I took over there, holding her ass and pushing her to grind down harder.

“I’ll tell you what a shame is.” I panted as I broke the kiss, staring at the neediness glittering in her eyes.

Reaching for her shirt, I kept my stare on hers.

I pulled the tight tank top up and over her head, glad that it had a built-in bra that flew to the floor with the shirt.

I groaned, cupping her generous breasts that begged for my touch.

She moaned as I took handfuls and pressed them together. And that sweet sound of desire shot straight to my dick.

“It’s a fucking shame that you could ever be lonely.” I lowered my mouth to her tit, sucking in her nipple until she squirmed on my lap.

“When I’m right here.” I moved to the other tight bud pointing for my attention until I gave it the same treatment as the first. She gasped and arched her back, offering herself up to me.

“And all I can think about is you being my good girl again.” I lost it, switching back and forth between her breasts and driving her wild. She squirmed and fidgeted, torn apart with need as she grabbed my head and shoved it toward her breasts now slick with my saliva.

“Please. I want to be… yours. Your anything.”

I’d unravel her sad words later. Right now, I had to show her. I had to have her and drive in this lesson of how bad I needed her pussy wrapped around my dick.

“Be my good girl, Hannah.” I stood, shaking with desire and from the effort of holding her. It was the process of straightening that I struggled with, but once I was on both feet, I could walk with only the slightest limp.

“Dmitri—”

I crushed my mouth over hers, swallowing down her protests.

She was a stubborn one, though, too worried about me to surrender. “You’ll get hurt!”

“I’m already hurting.” I let her drop to the bed, grinning at the jiggle and sway of her naked breasts as she bounced on the mattress. “Right here.” I lowered my shorts and relished the unbridled excitement in her eyes as she watched my dick stand up, aiming at her.

“Here?” she asked, all sweet and overly worried, mocking her concern with my proof that I stood up just fine. I leaned my other knee against the bed, but I was upright and prepared for her to cover my dick with her pouty lips.

“Right there,” I replied, rocking into her greedy mouth for a moment. “Be my good girl and get those shorts off. Now.”

I reached up my good arm to grip the back of my shirt. One swift tug up had the garment flying to the floor, and by the time I lowered my arm again, she was wiggling on the bed, determined to keep sucking me as she removed her shorts.

A firm push prompted her to move up on the bed, but I didn’t remove my dick from her mouth. As I lay down, she crawled with me until she knelt to my side and bobbed up and down faster.

“Get over here.” I took hold of her hips, guiding her to crawl over me this time. All the while, she moaned and sucked, driving me closer and closer to losing my cum down her throat.

I positioned her so her pussy hovered over my face.

Two of my fingers slid in with ease, and I felt her dipping lower to ride them.

She kept at it, blowing me and gripping my thighs as she braced her forearms on the bed.

The second I grabbed her knees and pulled them wider apart, I forced her to lower to my mouth.

Her pussy was already so slick with cream, and that was the first thing I did.

Swiping my tongue up and down, I collected her arousal.

“Are you gonna be my good girl and ride my face?” I flicked my tongue at her clit, and she cried out.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes, Dmitri. Teach me. Show me. I’ll be your good girl.”

Hearing her vow to please me turned me on more, and I showed her by pushing my hips up, reminding her to get her mouth on me again.

I’ll show you, Darling. I held on to her knees, keeping her spread open and low. I licked her slit and funneled my tongue up into her pussy. In and out. Back and forth. I tormented her tight, wet heat.

She didn’t stop sucking me off as I ate her out. Bobbing up and down, she gave me her best, but as she got closer and closer to coming, she slowed and moaned around my cock, almost as though she was split in two—about to orgasm but not wanting to slow in pleasuring me.

When she finally reached the peak and fell over, she did so while almost gagging with my dick jammed into her mouth.

I twisted, trying to slip out of her before she choked too hard.

Once her mouth was free, she cried out and dropped her forehead to my thigh.

My dick, still wet, slapped against her cheek as she tried to catch her breath.

“Lonely?” I taunted as she lay there and struggled to move.

She didn’t protest when I turned her around, guiding her to straddle me again.

As soon as she sank down on my dick, her eyes still glazed over with her climax drugging her and her kiss-swollen lips parted with a groan of pleasure, I pulled her flush to my chest and rolled until she was under me.

Letting her ride me would have been fine, but she was wasted on sex, overwhelmed with the fluttering waves of her first orgasm. I wanted to pound into her without mercy, to force this comprehension into her brain.

“You won’t be lonely when I’m here to keep you filled.” I slammed into her, mesmerized by the sways of her sweet breasts. “You’re gonna be my good girl, aren’t you?” I growled as she tightened around me, clenching me as another orgasm seemed to build in her already.

When it hit her, she cried out with actual tears. They leaked from her eyes squeezed tight, then rolled over her cheeks. “Dmitri!” She reached up for my face, pulling me down so she could kiss me deeply.

Twice more, I pummeled her, and I came with such intensity that I thought I would see black spots in my peripheral vision. My heart raced as my dick jerked deep inside her, milked dry with her pussy hugging me so tightly.

I wheezed out a deep breath and held her as I fell to the bed.

“Wait,” she warned breathily. “Don’t hurt…” She nudged for me to slide over without letting go. “Don’t hurt your shoulder.”

Even with her mind scattered from two orgasms, she was compassionate to look out for me and consider my injuries.

Shifting to our sides, we stayed together as my cum flooded her.

Spent and sated, I held her close as we tried to calm from the high.

But as soon as we could think or talk, I’d be getting some answers out of her once and for all. Fuck this nonsense about her being lonely. I wanted to know why she’d ever think that to say it, and I’d be damned if she felt that way while she was here with me.

I couldn’t promise her much. I had to focus on my plans for revenge. In the meantime, though, I wouldn’t let her get away with assuming she didn’t matter—not where I was concerned. That was the issue. She already mattered too much.