Page 48 of Prey of the Bratva

“Looked at you like what?” he asked, his fingers inching dangerously close to the waistband of my trousers. I was soaking wet already, and he was not making it easier for me. Whenever I was around him, I felt like a horny teenager who had no self-control whatsoever. I just wanted him. All the time.

“Like you wanted to devour me in every unholy way imaginable.”

“That’s because you were talking about dismantling a trafficking network with so much passion,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. “It’s distracting when you act that way.”

“You mean when I do my job?” I laughed, tracing my fingers along his abs. He was just the right amount of sculpted and the right amount of muscular. No matter how many times I saw him shirtless, it was always a delight when he took it off again. If it were up to me, I would keep him that way.

“Yes, exactly that.”

I turned my head just enough to meet his eyes, narrowing mine slightly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you should not even think about leaving this closet until I have had my way with you.”

That wasn’t a question, and I had no willpower to deny him anything anyway. His hand tightened slightly at my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt that familiar shift again. The one that had become increasingly dangerous over the past few weeks. It was neither chaotic nor reckless, but simply bordered on the control that existed between us. As if the two of us had chosen each other and were continuing to choose each other every single day.

I should have stepped back and gone back to work, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

“Fine. You have thirty seconds if you can make it work,” I said under my breath, a smile forming over my lips. I knew he could. He could probably do it in less. That was just the effect he had on me.

His lips curved faintly. “Misha, you won’t make it that long. We both know how loud, wet, and turned on you get when you are in my arms.”

“Can’t deny that,” I moaned, as his fingers finally found their way inside my trousers and panties, his thumb immediately beginning to brush circles all over my clitoris. My breath hitched at the touch, my pussy growing wetter at once. He hooked both of his hands around my waistband and pulled my trousers down completely before getting on his knees and sitting down in front of me.

He was so tall that even on his knees, he easily reached my waist.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes widening while he grabbed me from my hips and pulled me towards him.

“You already know the answer to that, Misha,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

I arched my back as his mouth landed on my aching pussy, his tongue lapping in and out of me with a precision that told me how well he knew my body. He knew exactly what I liked and what I needed. His tongue, coupled with his thumb over my clitoris, had me coming all over his face within seconds while I continued to moan his name, no longer caring if anyone would hear us.

“Kliment, fuck, fuck. I need you,” I whispered while he looked at me, a smirk on his handsome face.

“Need me how?” I both loved and hated it when he did that.

“You know what,” I said, turning crimson at the question.

“Tell me,” he replied, standing up. I watched as he moved a few paces back and began unbuckling his belt in front of me, every movement slow and precise. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was enjoying every second of it.

“I need you to fuck me so hard that I forget to breathe.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He lowered his pants, his dicks already hard for me. Without wasting another second, he positioned himself at my slick opening and filled me completely with a single thrust. I shouted his name at the feeling, clinging to him completely. He easily supported my weight in his arms while continuing to pound me with an intensity that was nothing new to either of us.

“Oh god,” I moaned, and Kliment only fucked me harder. “I am going to come.”

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, his words coming out breathless. Within seconds, both of us orgasmed, our bodies slick with sweat as our breathing finally slowed. I didn’t get the chance to register anything else or hear the footsteps when the knock came sharply against the door.

We both froze for exactly half a second.

“Misha?” Diane. Of course, it was Diane.

I closed my eyes briefly. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Kliment didn’t move and didn’t step back, making no effort to let me go. If anything, he looked amused and entertained.

“Do not do anything dumb. Let me go right now,” I warned quietly, but he didn’t answer, and the glint in his eyes was enough to tell me that he had no plans to even listen to me.