Silken Chains (Bond by Morozov Bratva Book 1) (Bond by Morozov Bratva Series)

I HEAR his breathing.

A deep inhale and exhale.

The sound of a man in control. So close to me that I can feel his breath on my neck.

“Victor,” I challenge, my voice a mix of defiance and an involuntary quiver, “where have you taken me?”

“To my penthouse,” he replies, his voice a smooth, dark timbre that somehow makes the penthouse’s opulence seem pale.

I pull in a breath, matching his control, trying to assert my own. The penthouse is all shadows and whispers of luxury, the kind that’s spoken about in hushed, envious tones. The dim light plays tricks on the eyes, and every surface it touches seems to hum with silent promises.

I’m breathless, but not from fear. There’s an energy here, crackling like the prelude to a storm, and it’s infectious.

“This is your place?” I manage to ask, my voice coming out steadier than I expect.

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. “One of them,” he says, and the casual arrogance in his tone irks me, intrigues me.

His penthouse?

Who the hell is this man? Hotel V belongs to him?

My brain does a quick 180. Duh, Laura. “V” for Victor. Of course.

I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy with intent, as if he’s trying to read my every thought.

“You always bring your… guests here?”

“Shhhh. Curiosity can be dangerous, little firecracker. Best to leave it at the door.”

Still carrying me, I feel his strong grip on my body as he drops me onto the wide leather couch.

I’m watching him, holding my breath, entranced, as he undoes his shirt buttons with an ease that’s too much like the guys from the pages of my favorite steamy romances.

Sprawled on the sofa, I’m propped on my elbows, legs splayed like I’m prepped for a surprise pap smear, and my “doctor” is a stranger with a dangerously sexy vibe, smoldering eyes, and a presence that fills the room with raw heat.

Evidently, my mind’s gone AWOL.

“Show me your tight little pussy, kiska.” he growls.

I watch Victor rise between my legs like a warrior god, his strong thighs pressing against mine.

“Ex-excuse me?” I blink, stunned. “You didn’t actually just say that?”

My mouth twitches, about to spit out a biting comeback. But as my eyes lock with his—so serious, no trace of jest—the words just hang there.

Damn. He’s dead set on seeing my vajayjay.

“Wh-?” I barely manage, the urge to laugh now choked into a tight gulp.

“I told you, kiska,” he puts a finger on my lips, “that you owe me.” Then he kneels in front of me. He slides my dress up, pushing it further apart with his rough hands that blaze a path of fire across my body, up to my all-too-willing pussy.

“No more questions. Let me see what you are hiding there,” he says, gruff and to the point. I’m taken aback, blinking in shock.

Not a chance I’m letting this happen.

“Just because you saved me earlier doesn’t mean I owe you anything,” I start, trying to sound bold, but my voice quivers. Victor’s response is immediate, flipping my panties aside. His thumb presses against my clit, sending waves of unexpected pleasure surging through me. I gasp, my resolve wavering under his expert touch.

His intense gaze burns into me as his fingers teasingly brush against my wet folds. I whimper at the touch, wanting him to go further but also wanting to savor every moment of anticipation.

What the fuck is happening to me?

He’s stroking my throbbing clit with his thumb, a slow and taunting rhythm that drives me wild. I can’t resist giving in to the pleasure, even though I know it’s wrong.

Okay, I am letting this happen.

I can’t resist anymore, and I give in to the pleasure he’s offering me. “Oh, fuck!” I gasp.

His voice is rough with desire as he says, “This is all mine.” Slowly, he slips a finger inside of me,

“Oh… God.” The movement draws a soft moan from my lips. My body trembles as he teases my sensitive nub, skillfully teasing and penetrating me until I’m soaking wet and swinging my hips, begging for more.

“I know what you want, kiska. If you ask so nicely, I’ll leave no inch of your body untouched. I’ll lap and feast on your wet cunt, then fuck it mercilessly. And if you’re a good girl, I may even spank that sweet ass before fucking it.”

My heart thunders against my rib cage at the thought. Never had I ever imagined a man being so bold and explicit with me.

His words are so direct, so unashamedly filthy, it’s shocking. Yet, my body reacts, craving more. I’m shaking, torn between shock and an arousal so intense it’s almost painful.

My mind is screaming that this is wrong, but my body betrays me. I’m melting under his touch, unable to deny the mounting desire. “Victor,” my voice is a breathless whimper, “please…”

He grins, a predatory look in his eyes. “That’s it kiska. Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

As he adds another finger, my body clenches around him, pulling him deeper. The rhythm he sets is relentless, driving me toward the edge. I clench my eyes shut, trying to escape the reality of what’s happening, but it’s futile.

Apparently, I’ve lost the plot.

“I-I don’t do one-night stands,” I manage to get out, my voice a jumble.

“Except, this isn’t just a one-night stand,” he counters, and every thought that comes after it is drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of wanting more.

Wh-what does he mean?

“Fuck… this… this is a mistake,” I whisper. Trying to convince myself that it is true. But my body’s not buying it; it’s screaming, “Yes!”

The slick noises of my wetness echo in my ears like thunder as his fingers pump in and out, and further and further inside of me.

“But you want this,” he asserts. “You want me to make you come.” His words hang in the air, and in an instant, my G-string is swiftly removed in a single, forceful motion.

“Umm… no…” I open my eyes again and see him on his knees before me.

He’s untamed, a savage sort of gorgeous that shouldn’t exist.

Our gazes clash, his eyes catching the moonlight, fierce like a wolf’s. God, he is too beautiful. It doesn’t make sense.

Yet, here he is, a total stranger, and here I am, a complete wreck.

This is crazy. I shouldn’t…

But damn, I want to. I want him to make me come.

“Don’t feed me lies, little firecracker,” he growls, a predatory glint in his eye. “Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” Before I can utter a sound, his thumb rubs my clit side to side faster.

A third finger joins. Pushing deeper, creating an almost suction effect that draws out all the juices clinging there. As another wave of pleasure washes over me, I sob uncontrollably.

For the first time ever, I don’t know what to think. There’s no room left for rational thought.

“Say it, or I won’t let you come.” His fingers move slower and slower as my hips instinctively rock against him, grinding for something more. “Say what you want, Laura.”

“Alright, you win! I need you to make me come, okay? Just do it, please…”

Good Lord, Laur, I had no idea you were so starved for action.

“Good girl.” He chuckles wickedly as he starts to move his dexterous fingers inside me, pushing higher until I feel my heart pounding in my throat and a red-hot liquid desire gathering deep within.

“Oh, oh, I… I am so close!” I moan. The warmth of his hand is against my pulsing heat.

“Let it go, Laura,” he orders, his fingers thrusting deeper, hooking to stroke a secret spot that’s all new to me. A tide of pleasure crashes over me as he amps up the pressure right on that magic spot.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… I am…!” Waves of sensation crash over, pulling at something deep inside me, dragging it out… out… until finally it bursts forth from beneath—an orgasm so intense I lose track of myself in its wake.

Removing his fingers, he licks hungrily at my juices like some kind of wild beast, savoring every drop.

“You come so hard, kiska,” he purrs, “but this is only the beginning…”