Page 41 of Merciless Bratva Soldier

He spreads my legs with his warm hands, his beard burning the inside of my thigh as he begins with gentle kisses.

“Harder,” I say, surprising myself.

He pulls away and smiles up at me. “Show me how much you missed me. Fuck my tongue.”

He sits back on his haunches, his hands by his sides, leaving every part of my body tingling for him.

I know what he asked me to do, but instead, I kneel in front of him and push him gently back onto the rug beside the bed. I remove his boxers and release his shaft which knocks against his smooth abdomen.

“I missed you this much.” I straddle his legs, wrap my fist around the base of his erection, and lick the head, watching him the whole time.

The gleam in his eye is unmistakable when he says, “I thought you missed me more than that.”

A low chuckle escapes before I can stop it. I close my mouth around him and suck, my tongue paying attention to the smooth head.

I feel his legs go rigid beneath me and I suck harder. His breathing speeds up, his shaft pulsing against my hand.

“No,” he says suddenly, sitting up and taking my wrists. “This isn’t about me, pchelka. This is about you.”

“Nikolai, you said that before.”

“And I will continue to say it until you believe me.”

I can still feel the sting of his stubble between my thighs, and I’m not about to argue the point. “I believe you.”

“On the bed,” he says, his voice rough.

“Ooh, so forceful.” I kiss his lips, get up, and lie down on the bed, watching as he follows. When he is standing, I spread my legs wide. “You. Let me feel you, Nikolai.”

“Me or the caveman?” he asks, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“Both.” I pull him down by the back of his neck and kiss him. “I believe you promised to make me scream your name.”

He braces his weight on his arms and enters me slowly, watching my face. The stretch makes me gasp against his shoulder, but I hook my ankles behind his back and hold on, keeping him where I need to feel him.

“You’re beautiful, Vera.” He cradles my head between his arms and seats himself inside me. “And you’re all mine.”

There was a time when I would’ve found that a massive red flag, but when Nikolai says it, it only makes me want him more.

“Make me scream.” I wrap his hair around my fingers and kiss him hard, gasping against his mouth when he finds his rhythm.

The headboard knocks the wall, and neither of us looks at it. He kisses me so hard, our oxygen mingles, and I thrust my hips to meet his. He finds the spot, and I let out a sound I don’t recognize, high-pitched and breathless, my thighs clamping around him.

“Nikolai!”

“Louder,” he breathes into my mouth.

“Nikolai!” It bursts out of me on an exhale.

He slides into me so deep I can feel the pressure the length of my spine. Then his rhythm breaks. He presses his face into my neck and comes with his name lingering above our heads.

Afterward he turns onto his side, and I fit myself against him, our lips almost touching.

“When did you decide to make me all yours?” I trace the scar through his eyebrow with my fingertip.

“When you opened the back door and called me a serial killer.”

I smile. “If I’d known you were a psychopath, I’d have left you out there.”