Page 71 of The Bratva’s Monster

In all this time, I’ve never given my brother backtalk like that. Not during an interrogation and not ever when we’re working. Even when he wasn’t Pakhan, he has always outranked me. When our father was alive, he was the only person outside of him that I answered to.

And I just bucked against him in front of an Irkutsk. I just took Liz’s side in front of him as well.

A swirl of emotions took me the moment that Alex left. They all feel like a cyclone inside me and I don’t know if I can control it. I have never felt like this before. I’ve never been so completely unbalanced.

I’m dragging Liz across the house blindly, my anger controlling my movement. I can hear her yelling at me, hitting my shoulders, her nails digging in my arm. I don’t care. She’s struck something inside me, broken it open, and now I can’t keep it shut. At one point, she uses the trick I showed her to get free. I grab her around the waist and carry her.

I find a room and push it open. It’s one of Alex’s spare rooms with its bland carpet and generic white comforter across the bed. I swing her around, throwing her toward it. She stumbles but catches herself, turning and landing on her backside on the bed.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouts at me.

“You!” I shout back. “You are what’s wrong with me, Liz. You have been what is wrong with me since the night of the charity ride. Don’t you understand what you’ve done?”

She stares wide-eyed at me. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you. The way you look at me, the way you constantly challenge me and make me feel…” I can’t say any more. The words are stuck somewhere between my chest and the back of my throat.

She gets up and walks over to me, putting her hands on my face. I twist away from her. “No. Stop it.”

She regards me for a few seconds, then tries again, resting her hands on my chest. The warmth of her hands vibrates through my clothes and skin, wrapping around my ribcage. I close my eyes and lean into her. And then I feel the warmth of her lips as they brush mine.

“I am ruined,” I whisper. “You have ruined me.”

She kisses me, and it’s like fire has risen in my chest. She bites my lip and I pull away from her. She leans in harder, pressing her lips against mine.

“I’m not in control of myself right now,” I say as I push her away. “This isn’t a good idea.”

She looks at me, tracing my face with her aquamarine eyes. “I can take it. Let me in, Rikki.”

I feel like I’m entranced, almost like I’m no longer at the wheel of my own actions. As she kisses me again, I wrap my arms around her waist, then move my hands over her back, digging my nails in through her shirt and into her ribcage. She bites my lip again, hard this time, as a soft moan floats on her breath and into mine.

I run my hand up the back of her neck, into her hair and I grab, yanking her head back and exposing her throat to me. I run my tongue along the groove of her throat, down to the hollow where I kiss her.

I feel ravenous for her. As if I am really a beast looking to devour her whole. I let her hair go and pull up her T-shirt, encouraging her to take it off. She does, sweeping it over her long, blonde hair and tossing it across the room.

She backs away from me, undoing her bra with a sly smile on her face. I take off my T-shirt and grab her around the waist as her bra comes loose and hangs on her shoulders. She slips it off as she presses herself against me, the softness of her breasts and her hardened nipples rubbing against my skin as she kisses me, then my chest, her hands roaming down to my belt buckle. I grab her wrists and push her away.

I undo her blue jeans and slide my hand down the front. The moment my fingers slide over her clit, she gasps, grabbing my arm. It’s already soaking wet and swollen to the touch. I press into it, circling it around and around.

She bites her lip as little breathy moans come out of her. “Look at me,” I tell her. Her eyes turn up to mine, beautiful blue like the ocean. “I need to fuck you, Liz. Fuck you good and hard until you’re just as ruined as I am.”

I slide my fingers inside her and her lip quivers. “R-Rikki.”

“You’ll never want another man after me,” I tell her. “This sweet, wet pussy is mine. Do you understand me? Mine.”

I pull her jeans down her hips with my free hand, she helps me, pulling them down on the other side. Her pants off, she lifts her leg, wrapping it around my leg and giving me better access. I hold her close, kissing her as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“I’m already yours,” she moans against my mouth. She moves her hips, grinding herself on my hand. Then, she says, “I’m so fucking wet for you. Fuck me, zver. Fuck my pussy until I break.”

It’s all I need. I push her onto the bed and as she wiggles out of her panties, I take off my pants. I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been. My dick rises out of my pants like a broadsword, thick and powerful. She opens her legs for me, sliding her fingers down over her soft, golden hair and circling her clit.

“There’s my dirty little slut.” I watch her pleasure herself for a few seconds as she bites her lip, beckoning me.

I grab her by the thighs and pull her to the end of the bed and I bury my face between them, sucking and licking her clit, drinking every drop of her sweet honey. Her hands are in my hair as her back arches and her moans get louder.

I could live and die here. Her juices on my tongue, her smell all over my beard, her shaking thighs being held back only by the strength of my arms. She’s so fucking close…

I slow down, licking her in slow, purposeful circles. “Don’t stop,” she moans. “Please, Rikki⁠—”