Page 42 of Cruel Bratva King

I laid back on the sand. Truth was, I’d had a very sad life as a teenager. My mom worked three jobs to take care of us, while my dad only cheated on her, drank, and blew up whatever money he had on gambling. I didn’t like to remember it very much.

“My happiest was when I graduated from law school. My saddest was when my mom died a week after.” I breathed, looking to the stars for the courage to share how tragic my mom’s life had been. “She had stage four stomach cancer. She didn’t even live to see me win my first case after she worked so hard.”

Sergey slid his fingers through mine. They were big, warm, and surprisingly comforting. “You’ll have only happy days from now on. I promise.”

His face blurred through the tears forming in my eyes. I didn’t believe I could live a completely happy life with him, but it was nice hearing him promise to make me happy. No one had ever said that to me before.

I stared at him, taking his glow under the moonlight. His dark pool eyes peered into mine without breaking, his chiseled jawlines a perfection. Sergey was beautiful in a masculine way. He had a dark and alluring aura, and even I couldn’t resist him.

We both gazed at each other, the only sound in the background the whooshing of the wind and the clap of the water against the surface. The air grew tense, and I wondered if Sergey felt it too.

Is he thinking the same thing as me?I wanted to relish in his touch, and the need was a hard throb between my legs. Unable to bear the torture of just staring at him, I rolled over and laid on top of him, straddling him.

“Lilianna—”

I cut him off with a kiss deeper than the depth of the ocean, savoring every flavor on his lips and moaning into his mouth. Sergey clamped my cheeks with one hand, kissing me back with ravenous hunger.

His other hand roamed over my body like a bloody savage, tracing my back and sliding down to my hips until he was fondling my ass. Soon, his other hand started to explore my flaming body too.

Our kiss was deep and passionate, coated with a deep long neither of us was willing to accept. He ripped me out of my dress one after the other until I was almost shivering from the cold war, then he took off his shirted, shielding me from the cold with the heat from his body.

I reached for his and wrapped my hands around it, allowing the lust rippling through me to swallow me whole. I was pulsating, my entire body weeping and pleading for his attention.

I was on fire as his hands traced between my legs, and his fingers started to rub my clit. My screams took up the entire night, my body a slave to his touch.

Oh, God. Oh my fucking God.

He buried another finger deep inside me and curled up to my G-spot. Breaking his lips from mine, he started to fuck me with his finger so brutally that I threw my head back and shut my eyes.

My waist moved, grinding his finger. I was panting, whimpering from the pleasure that possessed me. The way he twirled his finger inside me was raving. Sergey pressed soft kisses to my neck.

When he looked at me, his eyes were dark with desire. They were so intense as they watched me enjoy his touch. My insides swelled, aching for my release. I needed more pressure. I needed to feel him more.

“More, please,” I begged without shame. “More.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rumbled deeply. “I can’t—”

I ceased his last word and buried it deeply with my kiss. “More, please. You won’t hurt me.”

There was reluctance in his eyes for a fleeting moment before he latched his tongue to my neck and slid another finger inside me. I bit down on my lips, groaning in pure pleasure. I felt his touch travel all the way to my stomach, signaling the impending hurricane about to break free.

“Sergey.” I was breathless as I said his name. “God…I think I’m—” I trailed off from the electricity absorbing into my body. “Oh, yes.”

I curled my feet and clenched around him, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck and resting on him. His breath brushed against my bare skin, leaving a hot trail in its wake.

A groan escaped his throat as he smelled my hair. “Fuck, you smell so good,moy tsvetok.”He gripped the back of my head. “You smell like mine.”

My climax built harder hearing him call me his, and just as I was about to explode, he removed his finger from inside me.

“Why did you stop, Sergey?” I was desperate at this point, and sure I’d go insane if I didn’t come right away. “You can’t stop.’

“I’m not stopping.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His cock, hard and ready to take me, sprung free. It was so big I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth. I wanted to know what he tasted like.

I wrapped my hand around it and started to pump, salivating from how pink the tip was.

“You like it?” Sergey asked with a voice as deep as thunder.

I nodded.