Bratva Prince (Bratva Series Book 2)

My whole body stiffened like an electric wire had just touched my bare skin. He wasn’t saying what I thought he was saying, was he?

“He’s going to make one of you do it?”

His blue eyes cut to me. That frustration I’d seen earlier was starting to work its way back into his body.

“Me,” he grunted, never taking his eyes off me. “It’ll be me.”

I blinked, shock slamming into me. “Why-why you?”

“It’s complicated,” he said, leaning his head back.

I felt the anger start to rise within me, but I pushed it back. “Then dumb it down and explain it to me.”

He exhaled. “Between Nikolai and Lukyan, I’m the obvious choice. The only choice, really. Nik is more than capable of handling something like this, but just because he can doesn’t mean he should have to. As much as he tries to deny it, his heart belongs to someone else. It has for a long time and he deserves to be free to pursue it if he wants to. If he can get over his shit. Lukyan is…well…Lukyan. He’s just not suited for something like this. My youngest brother doesn’t handle responsibility well. He’s a free spirit, live in the moment kind of guy. He always acts first and thinks never. Something this important, with such severe consequences, can’t be left to him. It just can’t. I love my brother, but he has a hard time taking anything seriously. He’s more likely to fuck up the arrangement than be the solution to it. That leaves me. If I don’t go through with the marriage, Sergei will hurt Illayana.”

“Seriously?” I asked incredulously. “He would hurt his own granddaughter?”

“Titles like that don’t matter to a man like Sergei Volkov. He’d do anything to get what he wants. Hurt anyone. With him, there’s no limit. He wants this deal, so he’ll do whatever he has to do to get it done.”

A man like that was the most dangerous type of man in the world. They couldn’t be trusted. You couldn’t turn your back on them. You’d have to always be on guard, keeping an eye on everything they did because you’d never know when they might turn around and decide today was the day you’d get a bullet in the back of your head.

I stared off over the broken wreckage littering the floor, processing everything he’d just said.

He was going to marry someone else, take some prim, proper Russian woman as his wife. Someone his family would more than likely approve of.

Unlike me.

I was loud. Boisterous. Foul-mouthed. Vulgar. The list went on and on. I was the total opposite to Aleksandr in every way.

He didn’t act like it, but you just knew he came from money. That he’d been raised and taught proper manners and decorum.

He had that air about him. The one that screamed, ‘I know which one’s the soup spoon and which one’s the dessert spoon’. Whereas I would just lift the bowl and drink out of it like a glass. I wouldn’t even bother using a damn spoon.

I understood why he was doing it. What was at stake for him. That didn’t make it any easier to grasp, any easier to deal with.

Aleksandr wasn’t mine. We weren’t together. But hearing this meant he would never be mine. He would be someone else’s.

Considering how I met him, I was surprised I felt so attached to him. That the idea of him bound to another woman, marrying her, fucking her, spending his life with her made me so..angry.

“What are you thinking? You’ve got a pretty dangerous look on your face right now.”

I inwardly winced. Yeah, I had a hard time concealing my emotions sometimes. I didn’t want Aleksandr to know any of it, to see how much this was affecting me.

I wanted—no, needed—a distraction.

“I’m thinking we should take advantage of the time we have left.”

I jumped off my seat and straddled him, enjoying the look of complete and utter surprise flashing across his face before I slammed my lips to his.

Rough hands gripped me tight, fingers digging deep into the skin of my waist. I rolled my hips as my tongue dove into his mouth, colliding with his.

Fucking hell. He tasted incredible.

I felt like I’d die if I didn’t touch him, if he didn’t touch me.

Aleksandr wound his hands through my hair and snatched my head back, making me gasp. He ran his tongue up my neck, peppering my skin with kisses and bites. “You think I’m this easily distracted, malyshka?” he tutted, a rumble of amusement leaving his chest. “I’m going to take advantage of this situation because I’m dying to have your pussy wrapped around my cock. But don’t think this conversation is over.” He bit down on the side of my neck, hard, and I hissed. “You’re just a filthy little whore deep down, aren’t you? Desperate to have your pussy filled.”

I panted, my heart pounding in my chest and my body shaking as he dug his teeth into my flesh over and over again, like he wanted to mark everywhere.

“Mmm, YA lyublyu, kogda ty izvivayesh’sya dlya menya.”

Fuck, I loved when he spoke Russian. Even though I couldn’t understand a word of it, I still loved it. It gave me shivers all over my body. It could relax and excite me all at the same time.

How one voice could do all that, I had no idea.

He gripped my chin roughly, his large hand swallowing almost the entirety of my face. His eyes bored into mine, filled with so much passion and heat I thought they might devour me whole.

“I need you to know this isn’t going to be some sweet, soft, fairytale moment between us. No. It’s going to be a brutal, hard fuck. Can you handle that?”

My stomach clenched and wetness slicked down my thighs. I nodded eagerly.

He ran his tongue over my lips. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I can handle it.”

He bit my jaw lightly. “Such a good little fuck toy you are.” He wound one arm around my waist and held me close as he dug into his pocket. He stiffened, an annoyed groan falling from his mouth. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“I don’t have a condom. The one fucking day I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s fine. I have an IUD and I was tested a few weeks before I was kidnapped. I’m clean. If you are, I’m good to go without one.” I kept grinding my pussy onto his muscular thigh, panting in pleasure.

Aleksandr looked at me, eyes burning. He seemed to be having some internal debate with himself, though over what, I had no idea. And quite frankly I didn’t care. I was so pent up, so ready for him that if I had to, I would just get myself off on his thigh if he wasn’t comfortable fucking me without a condom.

“Fuck it.” He picked me up and slammed me down onto the table. I gasped in surprise, moaning and swivelling my hips. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, looking down at me with a smirk on my face. “Tell me, malyshka, do you like feeling helpless?”

I whimpered as he trailed one hand down the front of my body, keeping me completely restrained with the other. I strained against him, and the ease with which he held me in place fuelled the fire burning inside me.

“You do, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, trailing his tongue over my skin. “You like knowing that no matter how much you fight me, there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I can do whatever I want to you.”

I panted, my heart beating a mile a minute as I squirmed beneath his hold. He was right. He was totally right. I did like it. I fucking loved it.

We both knew all it would take was one word from me and he’d stop straight away, but that wasn’t part of the game.

“So why don’t you do it? Fight me. Fight me like I know you want to. You won’t be able to get away, no matter what you do.”

With a man like Aleksandr, I wondered how much I could get away with. I’d tried play like this in the past, but it had never worked out. I was the one who always ended up being too rough. They freaked out when I fought them too hard.

When I said I liked it rough, I meant rough. Not just some spanking and a little choking, like most guys thought.

No. I liked to be thrown around, my clothes ripped off. Held down and fucked ruthlessly while I punched and kicked and scratched at them.

Was Aleksandr the type to be able to handle that side of me?

Time to find out.

I reared forward and headbutted him. He cursed, stumbling back as blood poured down his chin from his now-busted lip. I kicked him in the chest and climbed off the table, ready to bolt, but Aleksandr recovered fast.

He charged me, gripping me tight and flipping me over, shoving me face first into the table.

I growled, thrashing wildly, but all he did was chuckle at my attempts to get away.

“That’s it, malyshka, show me that fiery side of you. I like it.” He held me down by the back of the neck and kicked my legs apart, using his lower half to keep me pinned to the table. He wedged one hand between us, ripping my pants down and exposing my bare ass. “No underwear,” he tutted, squeezing my ass cheeks painfully. “Bad girl.”

Pleasure and pain burst through me when he roughly speared me with two fingers, pumping them in and out.

“Wet for me already. You really are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you,” I groaned, pushing back against him.

He pulled his fingers out and flattened me with his body, his weight crushing me to the point that I struggled to breathe. “Look.” He turned my head forcibly to look at his fingers. “Look how wet you are. Fucking beautiful.” He shoved them into my mouth. “Suck.”

My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard, twirling my tongue, tasting myself on him.

“Good girl,” he whispered huskily in my ear, his accent thick and rough.

My whole body shivered under his praise and that goddamn voice. He knew exactly what he was doing with it, too. Not that I was complaining.

He leaned back and I pulled air into my lungs, taking a deep breath. I moved to push off the table, but he snapped his hand out and gripped my nape firmly, pushing me back down. “If I want you to move, I’ll tell you. Until then, stay fucking still.”

“Or what?” I breathed, taunting him. “What are you gonna do?”

“You don’t want to test me, malyshka.”

“I think I do.” I knew I did. I thrashed, kicking out with my legs and flailing my arms, trying to hit him from behind. My attempts were mediocre at best. Aleksandr was too big, too strong for me to overpower. But I liked the fight. The struggle.

He grunted as he tried to hold me down. “Fine. You want to play? Let me show you what happens to bad little whores who don’t know how to listen.”

I squealed as he picked me up like I weighed nothing at all and slammed me back first onto the table. One hand collared my throat while the other snapped his belt open, pulling it free.

He wrapped it around my neck, feeding the strap through the buckle and pulling it tightly. Not so tightly that I couldn’t breathe, but tight enough to make my stomach clench, lust shooting through me.

“Remember your safe word,” was all he said before he shoved his cock deep inside me, a groan of pure, masculine satisfaction falling from his lips.

I moaned as he pounded into me, his thrusts as brutal and savage as he promised. Pleasure soared through me, my nerve endings on fire. The feel of his cock was every bit as good as I remembered. Better even.

So much better.

The belt around my neck only added to the pleasure, the filthiness of it all. It was everything I’d ever wanted.

“What a good little fuck toy you are, taking my cock so well,” he grunted, pulling the belt a little tighter, making my head swim. “You want to be my fuck toy, don’t you malyshka? Owned by me. Possessed by me. Here to pleasure me and me alone.” He pumped in and out hard, never slowing down, never losing pace, his pounding relentless.

“Yes, Aleksandr, yes. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, so good. So, so good.” I groaned, meeting him thrust for thrust, grounding myself down onto his cock.

It was hard, thick. Better than any dildo I owned a thousand times over. Even Big Ben—and he was my favourite. He never failed to please me.

Aleksandr widened his legs and strengthened his stance, hammering into me over and over. “Such a wet, tight fucking pussy,” he growled, his free hand coming between us to tug on my pierced clit. “Squeezing the life out of my cock like my good little fuck toy should.”

I moaned deeply, overwhelmed with the sensations swarming my body. God. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, each deep thrust making pleasure pulse through my body.

He let go of the belt and gripped my hips with both hands, slamming me down onto his dick. His head rolled back, veins throbbing in his neck. He grunted. Growled. Barked out random words in Russian I couldn’t understand as he railed me so hard the table slid across the floor with each brutal thrust.

“Fuck. Yes, baby. I’m gonna come.” I panted hard, squirming and bucking against him.

He stiffened for the briefest moment, something flashing in his eyes before he resumed his pounding, keeping that same, steady pace. It was a goddamn relief because most guys changed the tempo when they heard you were close. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t.

He leaned over me and it was right then that I wished we were both naked so I could feel his skin on mine. “Do you know how good you look with my belt around your neck, all hot and needy for me?” He pried my mouth open, hovering his lips over mine. “I want to utterly consume you, consume your every waking thought, like you do mine. I want you a hot, wet, crumbling mess, begging for the pleasure only I can give you.” Saliva dripped from his mouth into mine and I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He shook my face roughly. “Look at me. I want your eyes on me when you come all over my cock. I want to remember the look on your face.” He thrust deeply, pulling on the belt around my neck again and I exploded. My back arched, a scream ripping from my mouth as the world’s most intense, mind-blowing orgasm assaulted my senses.

Currents of white-hot, blistering pleasure ran through every inch of me, right down to my fingertips and toes. My pussy clamped down, spasming around his cock and he groaned, his thrusts turning chaotic. Savage. Wild.

His grip on me tightened to the point of pain and he came hard, spurts of cum shooting inside me, dripping down my thighs. He groaned again, his whole body shaking as he emptied himself and fell forward, just managing to catch himself on his elbows before he crushed me.

“Fucking hell,” I breathed out, barely able to move. I’d been fucked before, but never—never—like that. I didn’t think it could be better than last time, but man was I wrong.

Aleksandr turned his head and kissed me softly on the cheek. It was sweet and tender. Two things I never thought he would be. He undid the belt from around my neck, looking down at me. His fingers danced lightly over my throat in a soft, soothing massage. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Are you kidding?” I huffed out, wrapping my limbs around him despite the fact that they felt like jello. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Hands down. You definitely know what you’re doing, Big Guy.”

His throaty laugh made me smile. “I thought you’d call ‘Asshole’ once I put that belt around your neck,” he said, referring to my safe word.

“Ha. I told you, I don’t need a safe word. You could stab me while you’re licking my clit and I still wouldn’t say it.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“Well, not ‘stab me’ stab me. But you know, I wouldn’t be averse to a little nick here and there,” I winked.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he smirked, his voice taking on a dark edge. One filled with the promise of fulfilment.

Oooo, goody.

None of my other bed buddies had been into blood play. And fair enough. It’s a pretty out there kinda kink. One I couldn’t wait to explore with Aleksandr.

If I get the time.

At that thought, my good mood plummeted instantly. The sex had done wonders for making me forget, for distracting me from the fact that Aleksandr was going to be marrying someone. But I should have known it wouldn’t last long.

The door opened abruptly. “Hey guys, you’ve gotta try these, they’re so—oh, what the fuck?!” Dayton dropped the food in his hands and covered his eyes, his face scrunched up in disgust.

Aleksandr jumped off me, using his body to shield me as I climbed down from the table and quickly put my pants back on.

“Seriously? Seriously?! We’re in a public place and you guys decide to do the nasty on a table people probably eat at?! Animals!” Dayton shrieked, still covering his eyes.

Aleksandr put his dick away, lifting his belt from the table and wrapping it back around his hips. He threw me a seductive wink, one that said ‘I’m going to be thinking about this moment every time I put this on’ and I bit the air, wishing it was his skin.

“Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna throw up.” Dayton whined, one hand covering his mouth while the other stayed over his eyes.

“Relax kid, it’s just sex. A perfectly healthy and normal bodily activity between two consenting adults. Stop freaking out.” I laughed at the look on his face.

“Easy for you to say. You didn’t get a close, unobstructed view of his bare ass.”

“No, I didn’t. But I want to,” I purred at Aleksandr.

Dayton gagged. “Yep. Definitely going to throw up. Oh god, I can’t stop seeing it. I want to gauge my eyes out.”

“That can easily be arranged,” Aleksandr said flatly and Dayton took a step back, finally removing his hands from his eyes to shake them in the air.

“No, no, no, fuck I was kidding. Don’t do that. I’ll get over it. I just need to wash my eyes out with soap. Or bleach. Yeah, bleach ought to do the trick.” Dayton shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself like he’d just been through a traumatic experience.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I asked, chuckling with amusement.

“What?! No!” Dayton stuttered, offended. “I’ve fucked hundreds of girls. Hundreds.”

Yeah, sure. With the awkwardness now rolling off him and the blush rising to his cheeks, it was clear he hadn’t been intimate with anyone before. He fidgeted uncomfortably and averted his eyes, looking at anything but Aleksandr and I.

I suddenly felt bad for the kid and I blew out a breath. “Sorry you had to walk in and see that. Trust me when I say it wasn’t planned. Right Aleksandr?”

That big lug just shrugged, an uncaring air surrounding him. He didn’t care that we’d just been walked in on.

If I was being honest, I didn’t either. I only cared that it was the kid who had to see it. I was just glad we’d managed to finish before he came in.

Aleksandr’s phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket, glanced at it, put it back and pulled out another one.

How many fucking phones did he have? And what were they for?

He cleared his throat before answering. “Doug here.”

My mouth dropped open. His accent was gone, his voice taking on a pleasant and warm tone. I looked at Dayton and mouthed, “Doug?”

Dayton shook his head in a ‘you don’t wanna know’ gesture. Except I did want to know.

“Right now? Okay, listen to me very carefully Matt. Keep her there as long as you can, understand me? I’m on my way. Do not let her leave. Do whatever you need to do to stall her.” Aleksandr hung up abruptly, eyes flying to me. The Aleksandr that had fucked me mere minutes ago was gone. The one looking at me now, with this quiet, deadly expression on his face was someone different. Someone darker, more savage.

“We need to go. Now.”