Page 30 of Kept By the Bratva

He opened a door and gently pushed me to enter a room so he could close the door. I felt the whoosh of air and heard the swish of the bottom of the door pulling over plush carpet.

“I’ll never believe or trust a word you say, Nik. You hear me?” I stood still, straining to hear or smell something. Anything. Without my sight, I had to rely on all my other senses.

“I wasn’t lying the whole time,” he said huskily as he came up behind me and yanked the blindfold off. “You didn’t remove it.”

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t have, but I was too scared to invoke his wrath or anger him.

A gorgeous, luxurious suite awaited me, and I blinked to make sure I wasn’t imagining this. Plush white carpet spread over the richly decorated yet masculine suite. Dark browns and clean, minimalistic details. An enormous bed stood in the next room from this gentleman’s parlor.

He’d brought me to another universe, a world so foreign to me that I struggled to understand. Was this his home? A five-star hotel?

“Why not?” he asked, rubbing his hard hands over my shoulders and kneading the muscles there.

I closed my eyes and almost leaned back against him. It felt so good, erasing all the knots of tension, but I thought back to what he’d asked. The blindfold. Why I hadn’t removed it since my hands were free. “I didn’t want to anger you.”

“Or could it be that—despite the lies—you trust me?” He lowered his mouth to the side of my neck, kissing softly there as he lowered his arms to hug me flush to him.

“No,” I protested, weakened by the action of his sucking my earlobe into his hot mouth.

“Because I wasn’t lying the whole time.” He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of these baggy pants, quickly rubbing his palm over my mound.

“Oh, God.” He knew exactly how to make me wet. I jerked at the delicious touch, wanting more friction, and parted my legs slightly.

“I’m not lying at all when I want you, just like this.” He sucked harder on my earlobe, tugging it and sending sparks of electric need from that erogenous zone. I let my head tilt to the side, giving him more access. When he brought his other hand up to roughly cup my breast and squeeze it, I fought the urge to clamp my hand over his and encourage him to play with my nipple, too.

“Because I do want you, Amy.” He slid his hand lower in my pants, dipping two fingers over my cream and smearing it back and forth. “I shouldn’t.” He pushed his long digits into me and growled, “but I can’t stop craving you.”

I breathed hard, giving up on words. He was the devil, too damned good at turning my body against me. All I could do was let go andignore the doubts and worries. I tuned out the nagging voice that warned me to resist, to be strong and not fall down this path with him again, but I didn’t. Reaching up as he fingered me, I curved my hand over his head and wished his hair were long enough for me to grip it.

“Please,” I begged on an exhale.

He growled, pushing me forward through this posh suite. I slammed into the bed and fell, but he didn’t permit any space between us. Shoving me forward, his hands on my hips, he both yanked down my pants and prompted me to get on my knees.

I gasped at the sudden movement, but when he grabbed my hips again and lifted my ass into the air, I couldn’t do anything more than squeak in alarm.

Then his mouth was there. Right on my pussy. He held me up as he lowered to lick his tongue from my clit to my entrance, then back again.

“Oh, fuck…” I dragged out a moan. I dripped. I throbbed. My nipples rubbed against the mattress, furthering this exquisite pleasure.

“I want you so fucking bad, Amy,” he growled as he retreated to shove his fingers back into my needy pussy.

“I wantyou, goddammit.”

“Then take me.” I sobbed it, hating myself for wanting him just as much.

He cursed again, something that sounded like Russian, and he smashed his face to my pussy again.

Just as my legs began to quiver, from both the angle of his holding me up and being face down, an orgasm hurtled close. Tension climbed. My pussy was slick with his saliva and my cream. Aching pressure zinged in my clit, and I trembled with the force of his tongue lapping and sucking at me.

“Nik!”

I froze, startled that someone else was near. Instead of thinking logically, of calling out for help, I remained quiet, wanting to push my ass up and get his mouth back on my pussy.

Somone banged their fists on the door.

“Nik! Niko? Come on!”

More bangs.