Thirteen
Savage
The thought of letting of go of Sia hurt like slamming my bike into a truck, but she didn’t belong in a life like mine. After what she’d been through, she needed light when all I could offer was more of the darkness she’d been running from for years. But the thought of her being sold to another prick set blood pounding my skull.
She’s not your problem. Deliver her to her family, cash out and let them handle her trouble.
Enough what has happened so far.
That was what any of my brothers would say. That was what I should be saying without a second
thought. But as she cried in my arms, and the taste of her lips fucked with my head, all I could think about was never letting her leave.
I wanted her. In my arms. In my bed. My captive forever. Even if it put a fucking bounty on my own
head.
I wanted Anastasia Romanov, the feisty Bratva Princess, more than anything I’d ever wanted in my
life.
My lips pressed against hers, not to taste, but to devour. Her breath caught with mine in surrender.
No resistance anymore. She dug her fingers in the back of my hair, and her blue eyes locked on mine,
smoldering, sending the blood rushing to my cock.
I gripped at her hoodie and took it off fast. She did the same with my t-shirt and unzipped my jeans.
“You first. You already saw me naked. It’s not fair,” I teased.
A shy smile painted her lips as she lay back and unbuttoned her jeans, her body inviting.
My fingers worked the zipper and peeled the jeans off her legs. I took her body in as she lay in
nothing but her bra and panties. The redness of her hair against her milky white skin in black
underwear drove me insane. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She bit her lip and touched my shoulders and chest. “You, too.”
I’d never felt anything like this. Her simple touch had me twisted in knots, making me think of
nothing but how to keep her in my arms and never let go. Hungrily, I took off her bra and feasted on
the tits I’d been dying to see all night. Her hand drifted to my head again, fingers tangling in my hair as she panted my name.
My mouth trailed down her stomach and showered her abdomen and thighs with tantalizing kisses.
Then I kissed right above her pussy, watching her body quiver with anticipation.
I slid her panties down to her ankles, eating her pretty pussy with my stare first, before I leaned
forward and my beard brushed against her dampness.
She gripped at the pillow behind her when my tongue swept against her. I spread her apart as my
tongue swirled around and sucked on her clit. Her back arched while she gasped my name.
