Page 43 of The Bratva’s Monster

My heart leaps into my throat as he kisses me. It’s soft at first, testing my boundaries as his lips caress mine. Then he leans into me, his tongue twisting up with mine and…

I’m lost in it. My hands rest on his bare chest as he pulls me closer. What am I doing? Oh, God, my skin is tingling all over.

He breaks the kiss long enough to lift me into his arms and carry me up the stairs.

17

RIKKI

I’ve never been a man who could be moved by tears, nor by someone’s sob story. Never in my life have I ever heard someone’s tragic tale and thought they could reach someone like me.

But then again, no one’s ever told me the very story that’s been plaguing my thoughts since Gedeon died.

She says she failed him. She failed him. But he didn’t die in her arms. She never saw him take his last breath. She never heard his last words.

And I should be angry. I should have, I should have…

I’m carrying her up the stairs to my bedroom, the taste of her sweet lips stained with her salty tears on my tongue, her floral scent circling my head. Just that easily, I’ve lost every sense of everything that I have done to keep myself level. To keep the beast inside quiet.

She does this to me. It happened last night when she slapped me. And then again, when I looked into her eyes as I brought the knife to her throat. I don’t understand it.

I kick my door open and walk in, putting her on the bed. I watch her pull her T-shirt off over her head and undo her bra. Then she starts undoing her jeans. She gets them unbuckled and I help her, pulling them off her hips.

She goes to sit up and I stop her, pushing her back down to the bed as I grab her panties and pull them at the seams, ripping them off her hips. I’m on the bed with her, leaning down between her thighs, kissing the curve of her hips, and moving my tongue down over the soft, white-blonde hair of her pussy. Down until my tongue is stroking her lips.

Soft, shuddery breaths come from her as her hand lands in my hair. She’s twisting her hips eagerly up to me and I’m hungry enough to devour her whole.

My tongue twists around her clit, flicking it gently before I start to suck on it, pulsing my tongue against it.

Her gasps are replaced by soft moans as her thighs start to close around my head. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull them open, keeping her wide and vulnerable for me.

She’s pulling my hair now and her pussy starts to vibrate against my tongue. I dig my nails into her thighs to keep her steady.

She calls out my name as she squirms under my grip, coming. I taste a splash of her juices against my tongue as her back arches and she moans loudly.

Then I let her go. I lean over her as she catches her breath. “You like that, hmm?”

“God, yes,” she says. I get up and take off my sweatpants. She watches me, waiting for me to return to the bed. “Do it again.”

I smile at her slyly. “You don’t run this show,” I say to her. “I do.”

Her eyes widen and the corners of her mouth twitch. I turn and go to my top drawer for the rope that I keep there. I’ve never used it for this before, but I imagine the principles are the same.

“Keep still.” I get to work, tying the rope around her legs and thighs, pinning them down to the bed in a butterfly pose and securing them by wrapping the slack underneath it and tying it tight.

I admire my work. She lies on the bed, her legs spread wide, waiting for my attention. Her rosy pink pussy glistens with her excitement, making me all the harder.

I need this. I need it more than I ever realized. She watches me as I look over her ivory skin and taut, rose colored nipples.

She needs it too. I’ve never felt more connected to anyone in my life.

I climb back on the bed and kiss her once more, breathing her in as I bite her bottom lip, digging into the cut and tasting a fresh trickle of her blood. I kiss her chin, my tongue moves down her throat as I squeeze her breasts. And when my tongue reaches her nipples, I feel them get even harder against it.

“I’m so hot for you,” she moans.

I rub her pussy, feeling her swollen clit under my fingers. “Yes, you are,” I whisper. I bring my hand up and slap her clit, rubbing it hard after. She twists under me and I bite her nipples.

“I told you about that. Don’t. Fucking. Run.” Every word I slap her clit all the harder. Her eyes roll up and her thighs start to shake, but she stays put. Her pussy is soaking now, dripping onto my comforter.