Page 23 of Cruel Bratva King

Oh my God, I can’t breathe.Sergey said the darndest things, and it wasn’t helping that he looked like a Greek God sent down to earth to help womankind.

“In your dreams,” I said in a sarcastic tone. “I’d rather remain celibate for the rest of my life than let you touch me. I hate you.”

His usual crooked smirk tugged up the side of his mouth. “I dare you to say that again.” His voice was husky and erotic, and I was taken back to the night we first met.

“I’ll fuck you until I’m the only man left in your memories.”

“You taste so good, moy tsvetok.”

“You’re so fucking wet and ready for me.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My body woke memories I’d tried to forget, and I was pulsating between my legs, longing for the same man I hated. I’d been so distracted by my body misbehaving that I didn’t notice Sergey walk to me in one stride until he cupped my face with his cold hands.

“Cat caught your tongue,moy tsvetok, eh?”He leaned in until our lips were only a reach away from mine. “Tell me you hate me.”

I swallowed hard to push down the lump in my throat. I hated Sergey, I should tell him how much I hated him, but I couldn’t. The words didn’t leave my throat, no matter how hard I tried. I was too focused on being so close to him that I couldn’t muster any words.

He stood straight and swilled his drink until only the ice was left, then he set the glass on the nightstand. He grabbed my jaw, slanted towards me, and slammed his lips into mine. His kiss was rough and possessive; his groans were deep and needy. He was setting me on fire, kissing me like that.

I hesitated for a moment to grasp what was happening before I started to kiss him back, sucking his lips and tongue greedily and licking off the alcohol from his lips. Our kiss was heated, almost passionate, as if we were long-lost lovers who found each other after years of yearning.

A kiss was the last thing I expected. And even if I expected it, I didn’t expect to kiss him back with the desperation I had right now. I’d like to blame everything on my pregnancy hormones, they were at fault for my loss of self-control, and they were going to be at fault for a lot more.

A moan escaped my throat when he wrapped his hand around my waist, pressing me closer to his body. The heat oozing off him was more than enough to melt me into a puddle of sexual hormones. His hands explored me. They went from pressing my ass to fondling my breasts and fisting my hair.

He leaned in and whispered into my ear. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.” His breath warmed my ear, his tongue licking my earlobes. Goosebumps grew on my skin, and the throbbing between my legs grew even more.

I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t. My body felt like a field of electricity. I needed to be touched and tamed with kisses and touches like the ones I was getting right now. The tensions grew until it was almost unbearable, and the words I never thought I’d say rippled through me. “Don’tstop.”

There was a deep rumble in his chest and a primal groan that sent electricity through every part of me.He is even sexier when he groans like that.

“You drive me crazy,moy tsvetok,”he growled as he kissed my neck. He slid his hand beneath my dress, and I gasped from the gravity of his touch. Air stilled in my lungs, and my blood warmed to a boiling point.

I was breathless. Speechless and wanting for more.Jesus.

Just when I thought he was going to push his hand further up, he pushed me down on my back. He grabbed my legs and parted them with his knees, and the bed sank under his weight. He positioned himself between my thighs in a way that his knees were brushing against my clitoris then he ripped my dress apart.

My breasts sprung free. I hadn’t worn a bra; I hated bras. By the time he ripped my clothes off of me, I was in nothing but my red, laced thong. He kissed in between my breasts while teasing my nipples, then he gave my girls his undivided attention, licking and nibbling on them.

He kissed me all the way to my belly button and further down. “Take off your panties.”

I obliged and took my panties off like a good little girl. His finger was the first to brush my clitoris, and I yelped from the sensation.Fuck.

“You smell so good,moy tsvetok.”He swiped his finger on my clitoris again. I wasn’t a field of electricity anymore; I was sparking with currents traveling down my body. I ached for him, craved for more of his touch.

“This won’t do.” He stood, grabbed the glass of ice, and returned to the bed.

I raised my back. “What are you gonna do with that?”

“You’ll find out.” He put one of the square ice in his mouth, pressed my back to the bed, and returned to his position between my legs. What was he going to do? The anticipation was killing me.

But I died when I felt the ice on my clitoris. I screamed from the sudden pleasure and tried to get up, but Sergey held me down, tongue-fucking me with ice in his mouth. I gripped the edge of the bed with one hand and clawed his hair with the other, holding on for dear life as he ravaged me like a starved animal.

He wasn’t just eating me out; he was claiming every part of me. This man I despised more than anyone else in the world was possessing me, marking me, and making me his. And I was enjoying every part of it.

It wasn’t right that he was touching me this way. It wasn’t right that I loved his touch, either. I was supposed to hate him, to fight him, to run away from him, yet I gave in the moment he kissed me. I allowed myself to be taken by him.

He plunged a finger inside, and a groan erupted from him. “You’re so fucking wet.”