Page 12 of Reclaimed By My Ex’s Bratva Brother

Varlam slid his hand into my hair, running it down from the roots, wrapping the strands around his palm, then pulling with just the right amount of pressure. My scalp tingled. Here I was sucking him off, but somehow I was getting just as much pleasure.

The car stopped at some point. But Gleb didn't tell us to get out, like he'd actually heard what we were doing. My cheeks burned.

By the time Varlam finally came, my jaw was aching. My mouth filled with his cum.

I don't remember how he carried me to the penthouse suite. I only remember how slick and messy I was between my legs. The lock clicked, and he had me pinned against the door.

Everything here screamed luxury, reeked of money. The space was massive, with one entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, plush Persian rugs, and a chandelier made of natural white crystal.

"Look at me." His huge frame surrounded me completely, his ragged breathing making my heart race.

I felt like I was floating underwater, my whole body drifting.

His hot lips traveled from my ear to the corner of my mouth, then stole my breath. Those hands explored my body, his palms tracing every curve. He kept moving down to my most sensitive places, rough fingers hooking my panties aside, pressing against my clit.

"Ah!" The sudden jolt made me cry out.

How could his touch make me this sensitive?

"You're so fucking wet." His fingers lingered at my entrance, my panties pushed to the side.

"Of course. That's all because of you." I was panting.

He rubbed up and down my slit, not too hard, but it made me arch back in pleasure.

"Taste yourself." He used his knuckle to pry my teeth apart. A faint salty flavor spread through my mouth.

I sucked on his fingers while the wetness and emptiness between my legs grew more intense. His other hand went to his shirt buttons, undoing them. His bare torso appeared before me.

His shoulders and chest were broad and powerful, muscles packed tight together. When he moved, those hard, beautiful lines shifted beneath his skin.

Tattoos covered his body, scars of all sizes hidden beneath the black ink.

Before I could take it all in, he'd stripped off my dress, my bra, that red thong. I was completely naked now, and the shame was overwhelming. He stepped back, his gaze traveling slowly down from my face, devouring every inch of skin.

"Your curves were made for me." His voice was low, his eyes burning. "I could just stand here and look at you forever."

I bit my lip, pinned in place by his possessive stare, unable to move. My nipples had gone hard as pebbles under his attention.

A strange pleasure swelled inside me. I liked him looking at me this way, like I belonged to him.

"We should've kept going." He moved close again, squeezing my breasts until they changed shape. "I should've fucked you until my name was the only word you could say."

That's what I wanted too.

"Fuck me, Varlam."

The words barely left my mouth before he scooped me up. I'd never felt anything like this. People always told me I was too heavy, but in his arms I felt feather-light.

He carried me into the bathroom and set me in the tub. The warm steam hit me, and my body relaxed instantly.

He stripped off his pants and boxers, his powerful legs coming into view. And that thing that had already come once in my mouth was standing at attention again. It looked even bigger when he was standing.

Could that really fit inside me? Would it split me open?

Varlam stepped into the tub, sitting behind me. My back pressed against his chest. This tub was bigger than normal—could easily fit three adults. His hot, rock-hard cock pressed against my lower back. I could barely breathe.

His hands roamed my skin, from my nipples to my pussy, every sensitive spot under his control.