Bratva Prince (Bratva Series Book 2)

Oh god. The sinful way he asked that question made my excitement soar. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, heat coursing through my body. I was so hot for him I was literally shaking.

“Fast,” I breathed out, grinding against him. Fighting with him had been the biggest turn on and now I was desperate for a release. To feel him inside me. Fucking me.

Aleksandr smirked down at me. “I want you to run,” he ran his tongue over my lips, tasting me. “Run hard and run fast, malyshka.”

He wanted to chase me. Fuck, the idea of that made my pussy throb. Wetness slicked down my legs and I clenched my thighs around his waist.

“Pick a safe word,” he rumbled.

“I don’t need a safe word.”

“You do with me. Pick one or we stop.”

Pleasure zinged through me as my clit rolled over the bulge in his pants. I was embarrassingly close already from his voice and the feel of him alone. It wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. If I could just—

Aleksandr’s hands clamped down on my hips, stopping my movements. I growled in frustration.

“Bad, malyshka,” he chuckled. “You’re not getting off until I say so.”

“Aleksandr—”

“If you want to continue, pick a word.”

“Fine! How about ‘asshole’? Is that a good enough one for you?” I snapped, my sexual frustration reaching an all time high.

He chuckled again. “Fine. If that’s the one you want, so be it. Just remember it and use it if you need it. I won’t be gentle.” He touched his lips to mine lightly (which contradicted his words because it was a very soft and gentle kiss) before he pulled back and got to his feet, standing over me.

He pulled out his phone, firing off a message. To whom, I had no idea. He arched an eyebrow and looked at his watch. “Off you go. You’ve got a thirty second head start. It starts now.”

I sprang to my feet and ran. You’d think I’d use this opportunity to escape, to get away. But somewhere over the last few days, my desire to escape had almost disappeared completely. There was no point in denying it anymore. I enjoyed spending time with him. Talking to him. Getting to know him. Kissing him.

I had an addictive personality, and I found myself getting addicted to Aleksandr very quickly.

So no, I didn’t take advantage of the opportunity in front of me. Partly because I didn’t want to escape, and partly because I didn’t want to break the trust Aleksandr had put in me.

I cleared the space across the warehouse quickly and burst out the door. It was nighttime. The air was cold. Small, misty clouds appeared every time I breathed out. The sounds of cicadas echoed around me.

As I ran for the house, I looked over my shoulder. Aleksandr was standing in front of the warehouse, a truly dark and feral look in his eyes. He sprinted towards me.

My heart rate kicked up a notch and I ran harder. Two guards stood at the back door and it made me stumble. Would they think I was trying to escape? Would they try to stop me?

My own question was answered when they both simply looked away from me. Had Aleksandr somehow told them to leave me be?

It confused me, but I didn’t have time to think about it right now. Aleksandr was gaining on me quickly. I had to move my ass.

I pulled open the glass sliding door and ran inside.

Fuck, I didn’t know the layout to this place. I was in the kitchen. There was a room to the left and a room to the right, as well as a hallway. I remembered the hallway. It led towards the stairs. I rushed forward.

When I turned the corner at the end of the hallway, I ran smack into someone and fell flat on my ass.

“Ow,” I groaned. My whole body froze when I saw who was standing over me.

It wasn’t Aleksandr like I thought, but fuck, he looked exactly like him. He had the same hard jaw. The same symmetrical features. The same hypnotising blue eyes. But he was older, much older, with shades of silver mixed into his dark hair.

He arched an eyebrow, the move reminding me eerily of Aleksandr. “And which one of my sons do you belong to?”

Holy fucking shit. It was The Bratva Butcher. I swallowed nervously, slowly getting to my feet. “Aleksandr.” Was all I could breathe out. I’d told Aleksandr before I wasn’t scared of anything, but I realised now that was a bold-faced lie.

The man standing in front of me was the stuff of nightmares. The literal bogeyman. He scared me. You’d be an idiot not to be afraid of him. The stories I’d heard about him, about what he’d done…

He ran his eyes up and down my body, giving me a judgemental look. “He’d break a little thing like you in half.”

That snapped my spine straight. “He hasn’t yet,” I barked back, insulted.

Humour danced across his face. The sound of the back door slamming shut made me stiffen. Fuck. Aleksandr was going to catch me.

The Bratva Butcher stepped to the side, allowing me to pass. I eyed him suspiciously, taking a cautious step, then another, then another. He didn’t move. Just kept his gaze locked on me as I slowly backed away, studying me intently.

I bolted around the corner, breathing a huge sigh of relief. The man freaked me the fuck out. I was about to run when Aleksandr’s voice made me pause.

“Father.” I peeked around the corner, watching. Aleksandr’s eyes darted left and right, looking for me, filled with unease. “I…didn’t know you were back.”

The Bratva Butcher smirked. “No, I suspect not.”

“Have you…uh…seen anyone?”

He tutted. “Now son, that would be cheating.” He began walking down the hall. “I’ll be in my office. Try not to break anything.”

Aleksandr watched him leave and then swivelled back around. His eyes locked on me. I yanked my head back. Shit.

I’d barely made it a step before he came barrelling into the room. He gave me a purely dark and evil smile. “There you are.”

My heart slammed into my chest as he tracked me like a predator, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I see you met my father.”

“Yes, lovely man,” I said sarcastically. I judged the distance between him and the next room. I could make it.

“Most people wouldn’t describe him as such.”

“Can’t really blame ‘em.” I backed into a table, the objects on it clattering. They looked like little knick knacks. I picked one up and lobbed it at him.

Aleksandr dove to the side and I bolted for the next room. He was hot on my heels as I ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time. He had longer legs, so it didn’t take him long to catch up.

His hands gripped my hips and I spun on him with a spinning back fist. His head whipped to the side and he lost his grip. I quickly ran up the rest of the stairs and smirked down at him.

He turned back to face me, blood coating his teeth.

“Maybe I should have given you a safe word,” I said tauntingly, waggling my fingers at him, and then I took off again.

A growl hit the air. Heavy footsteps followed.

I didn’t know where I was going. This place was huge, but I just kept running up to the third floor. I ran right at the top of the stairs, picked a random room and went inside, quietly shutting the door behind me.

It was dark. I couldn’t see a damn thing. I went over to the curtain and opened it slightly, using the moonlight to help me see. It was a carbon copy of the room I was staying in. More than likely another spare bedroom.

The door creaked open and I ducked, hiding behind the two-seater couch. Aleksandr’s large frame walked into view.

“Run, run, run as fast as you can,” he sang, creeping forward.

I couldn’t hear a single step he took. He moved as quietly as a mouse. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d seen him come in, I’d have no idea he was even in the room.

Aleksandr crouched to check under the bed.

I snuck out from behind the couch and kicked him in the back, yelling, “You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!”

He grunted and barked out a curse in Russian when his head dunked on the floor. I spun, preparing to run again, but Aleksandr was done playing games. He kicked his legs out, causing me to trip and fall face down on the ground.

I felt the delicious, heavy weight of his body next, pinning me down, and a shudder ran through me.

“You made me work for it, malyshka,” he rumbled in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “And I’m going to reward you for it.”

My whole body hummed with excitement. Rough hands clutched the back of my shirt and a ripppp cut through the air.

Oh God. He’d just torn the shirt right from my body like it was nothing.

I pushed my ass into the air, craving his touch.

“Look at you,” he chuckled tauntingly. “All needy and desperate. I like you desperate.”

He kissed his way down my back, biting into my skin. They weren’t soft bites, they were hard ones. Ones that no doubt left indents of his teeth on my flesh.

“Fuck, I just want to mark you,” he groaned, a chunk of my skin clutched between his teeth. “I want to brand you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“That didn’t work out so well for me last time,” I breathed out, barely paying attention. I was far too focused on his hands slowly creeping down to the waistband of my pants.

I felt his whole body go rigid above me. A dark, angry growl ripped from his mouth. “You have another man’s name on your body?”

I shrieked in surprise when I was all of a sudden weightless. Aleksandr picked me up like I was a sack of potatoes and turned me around, slamming my back to the ground.

“Where?” he snarled, searching me frantically. “Where is it?”

Should I like the way he was manhandling me right now? Twisting me this way and that way as he examined every inch of my skin closely?

No, I shouldn’t.

But you know me well enough by now to know I did.

Oh fuck, I did.

“Alright, alright, calm down.” I slapped his hands away and pushed at his chest. He let me up and I got to my feet.

Aleksandr was still on his knees, so it put my pussy right at his eye level. Which was perfect, because that was exactly where the name was.

I had a feeling he wasn’t going to like what he saw but hey, he was the one demanding to see it.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, kicking them away.

His eyes flared as they locked onto my pussy, hunger in his gaze.

I began to trace the name through the vine-like pattern of my tattoo. It was written in an abstract kind of way, making it very difficult to read (or even notice) unless you knew it was there.

Deep lines of concentration marred Aleksandr’s face as he followed my finger with his eyes. “Who the fuck is Logan?”

Logan was an asshole of a man. He was the one who had done the majority of my tats. He was also a frequent bed buddy who thought it would be funny to put his name on my pussy.

“He’s nobody,” I answered.

“He’s obviously somebody if you let him get his fucking name tattooed on your pussy,” he snapped angrily.

I narrowed my eyes and gripped him by the ear, yanking him towards me sharply. He winced. “Don’t talk to me like that,”’ I growled, baring my teeth. “And I didn’t let him do anything. Fucker did it without asking. Now, you said I’d be rewarded for making you work for it. Do you plan to deliver on that, or are you just full of shit?”

He narrowed his eyes right back at me. He reached up and wrapped his much larger hand around mine, prying my fingers apart, making me let go of his ear.

My pussy throbbed as he slowly got to his feet, staring down at me with this dangerous, wild look in his eyes.

I glared at him and that only seemed to turn him on more.

He picked me up in a running tackle and slammed me up against the wall. I sucked in a breath, shock and a little bit of pain shooting through me. He faltered, guilt flashing across his face. He didn’t mean to be so rough, and now he felt bad. He started lowering me back to the ground.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair roughly and he hissed, his eyes flaring. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I smashed my lips to his in a brutal, violent kiss, one that made us both groan.

We attacked each other ruthlessly. Biting. Scratching. Grinding. Aleksandr still had his clothes on and the friction it created against my bare skin, against my hardened, pierced nipples was exquisite.

I could barely catch my breath as he kissed me harder and harder, demanding more from me. Every time I’d turn my head to suck air into my lungs, he’d grab my jaw and force my lips back to his, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

His hands gripped me tight enough to leave bruises and I moaned, swivelling my hips, grinding my pussy against his stomach.

“You’re fucking perfect.” His voice was thick and raw, laced with arousal. “My perfect little fuck toy.” He snatched both my hands up and pinned them above my head with one of his. He fished a condom out of his pocket with his free hand and held it between his teeth as he hurriedly pulled his cock out.

I rubbed myself against him, my desperation soaring. I was aching so bad for him, for his cock to fill me. My whole body was burning. I felt like I was on fire.

He ripped the condom open and sheathed his cock quickly. Anticipation exploded inside me.

Yes. Finally.

He lined himself up and thrust deep, a purely masculine groan rumbling out of him, full of satisfaction. I screamed at the invasion, bucking against him. Fuck, he was big. He stretched my pussy wide with his girth, the pressure painful and pleasurable all at the same time.

“You’re tight,” he grunted, sinking deeper. “I knew you would be, but blyad’.” My tits bounced as he thrust hard, drawing his attention. He closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked. I moaned, arching my back.

God, it felt so good. He felt so good.

He never lost momentum, fucking me like some wild beast. He drew his hips back until the tip of his cock was sitting at my entrance and then slammed back into me. Withdrew and slammed. Withdrew and slammed. Over and over again.

The wall at my back shook from his brutal fucking.

“This pussy, fucking hell. I’d kill for this pussy.” He gripped my jaw roughly, forcing me to look at him. “You hear me, malyshka? I’ll gut any man that tries to have what’s mine.”

My pussy clenched, pleasure spiralling down my spine. He groaned, burying his head into my shoulder. His teeth dug into my skin as he held me in place, forcing me to take everything he was giving me.

I strained against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, chanting his name. He was everywhere, surrounding me, consuming me.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you? I can feel it. Feel your pussy getting tighter and tighter. Squeezing me.” He let go of my hands and gripped my ass painfully, driving into me as he yanked me down onto his cock.

“So good, oh fuck, Aleksandr. You feel so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I clutched him tightly, grasping the wide breadth of his shoulders, relishing the strength he possessed.

“I’ll never fucking stop. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go.”

His words ignited the fire that had been burning inside me and I came hard, white-hot pleasure blasting through me. My inner walls clutched his cock and his eyes flashed. His fist smacked hard against the wall next to my head as a deep, Russian curse flew from his mouth. His thrusts turned wild. In and out. In and out.

His head flew back and he roared out his pleasure.