Page 24 of Cruel Bratva King

I arched my back and started grinding his finger and tongue. I was on cloud nine, lost in a wave of sweet sensation. The entire room was filled with my pants and moans as pleasure rippled through me.

I felt my orgasm swell in my stomach, and then I exploded, crying from how intense it was. My entire body was convulsing, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I feared he’d be bald from the way my fingers were digging into his scalp.

Sergey raised himself to my lips and kissed me as I came. His finger was still inside me, though, and his thumb rubbed my clitoris to stimulate me even further. I could taste myself on him as we kissed.

I was left gasping for air after my orgasm.

“I’ll tell you this only once,moy tsvetok,” he whispered into my ears. “From today onward, you’re mine. Your soul is mine. Your body is mine. Let another man look in your direction, and you’ll find out how deadly I can be.”

He stood from the bed and left the room, leaving me confused and hungry for him. What just happened? What was the sudden change in his expression, and why didn’t he finish what he started?

***

I was sat on the bed, staring out of the glass wall two hours later. The sun had already fallen below the horizon, casting a yellow glow on the sky around it.

After Sergey left, I’d washed up and sat in this same spot. I was still confused, and my body stillshamefullycraved him. I also hated that I’d behaved like a loose canon and allowed him in when I should’ve pushed him away.

Funny how you could hate someone and yearn for them all at the same time.

I heard footsteps approach the door. They were too light to be a man’s, so I assumed it was Marina’s. She unlocked the door and pushed it open.

My conscience gnawed at me when she walked in, and I saw what I’d done to her neck. I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t like she was the reason I was here. If there was anyone I needed to hold a knife to their neck, it would be Sergey.

“Boss asked me to bring you downstairs,” she said. “He has something to tell you.”

“What is that?”

“It’s not in my place to say it.” She opened the door, walked out into the hallway, and gestured for me to come with her.

Reluctantly, I got up from the bed and followed her downstairs and to the living room. My steps slowed when I spotted Sergey sitting on one of the couches. He was wearing a pair of black Adidas shorts and a white polo.

I gaped at him as if he’d grown horns. It was stupid to think so, but I’d thought he wore his suit to sleep as well. It didn’t make sense, but it wasn’t my fault when that was all I’d seen him wear.

Nevertheless, he looked good in casual clothes. His shirt molded into his chest in a sexy model kind of way, and it showed off the tattoo on his arm.

He looked at me, and I wanted to disappear into the ground. I’d been upset in the room, but now I was just embarrassed about what happened between us. Luckily, he looked away from me to reply to a text on his phone.

Marina passed to the kitchen, abandoning me to my fate with Sergey. I briskly walked to him and sat on a couch across from him. I scrutinized his face in an attempt to read his expression.

His face was a blank mask. This man looked like he had no drop of emotion in him; no wonder he looked thirty though he was in his forties. His inability to smile or frown did his face a huge favor.

“You asked to see me.”

He raised his head from his phone. “I did,” he replied. “We’re getting married tomorrow.”

Chapter 12 - Sergey

“I won’t marry you” was the first sentence to leave her mouth after almost ten minutes of her blinking at me as if I was speaking gibberish.

Looking at her, I could only think of our moment in the room two hours ago. I’d promised to take it easy on her and allow her to adjust to the situation, but I’d ended up losing it. I almost rammed into her like a starved beast and fucked her like my life depended on it.

Something rose in my chest; anger at myself. I was never the kind of guy to lose control or my cool. I was always calm, collected, and well-coordinated, even in a face-off with my enemies.

Since when did I become an impatient man who acted on what his cock wanted? Right, since Lilianna.

My hands balled into fists, but I quickly unclenched them other not to let her see the influence she had on me. I’d tried to be unreadable, but I could feel my mask fade away.

Shit.