Page 10 of Merciless Bratva Soldier

His hand slides upward, underneath my bra, cupping my breast and squeezing my nipple between his fingers, and I feel every sensation between my legs.

“Did you know I would come back?” he asks.

“No.” I arch my back as he pinches my nipple and kisses the corners of my mouth. “I hoped you would.”

“Why?”

Because I’ve thought about you fucking me since the moment I first saw you. “Because I wanted to see you again.”

His hand lowers and he pulls away just enough to gaze into my eyes and see straight through to my soul. “The truth, Vera.”

Something in the way he says it breaks down any barrier I might’ve put between us for self-preservation. He’s right. This is so crazy that there’s no point doing it in half measures. It’s all or nothing.

“I wanted to kiss you. I need to learn how far your tattoos go. And I need to feel you inside me.” The last sentence is barely a whisper.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Vera.”

I don’t get a chance to think about this. His mouth crushes mine, his tongue making it hard to breathe, and I don’t register his hand moving until my pants give, and his fingers find my entrance between my legs.

I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice husky.

“No.”

He slides a thick finger inside me, and I hear a sound that can only have come from me.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” I’m already slick with want, and my clit is tingling. “More.”

His eyes lock onto mine, his pupils almost swallowing the stormy gray, and a low feral growl builds inside his chest. “You have no fucking idea…”

“I think I do.” He slides a second finger inside me, and all I can think is that this is only a taster of how it would feel to have him fill me up.

I hold on to his shoulders, and for a while there is nothing in the world except his slow, careful fingers curling inside me, and his voice low against my ear.

“Vera,” he murmurs, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me what you feel.”

“I feel…” My body has been waiting for this moment, and I feel no shame in taking what I want if he’s willing to give it. “I feel you everywhere… even the parts of me you’re not touching.”

“You know I can’t…” he begins.

“I know.” My breathing is growing shallow, my orgasm riding so close to the surface I don’t know how long I can hold it back as his thumb circles my clit in a rhythm that sends my thoughts spiraling.

“But you know I want to.”

That’s all I need to hear. I come apart with my face pressed into his neck, and he doesn’t stop until a whimper escapes my lips.

Then he slides his fingers out of me, and while I can still feel them, he wipes my juices across my lips with his fingertips and kisses me long and hard.

“The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says.

Outside, an engine slows. Headlights slide across the fogged window, soft and gold and unhurried. Halfway across, they dip once and come back up, the way you’d signal at a friend. Then they keep going.

Nikolai’s head turns toward the glass, and when the lights dip, his muscles seem to unclench for the first time since he walked through the door.

“Who was that?” I ask.