Page 90 of The Bratva Betrayal

When she reaches inside and frees my cock. It springs out hard and pulsing, throbbing against the air with a familiar neediness it’s felt every time she’s around.

She doesn't recoil at the size or the intensity of my arousal; instead, she looks up at me, her eyes dark with a hunger that mirrors my own.

"You're so hard." Her breath is hot against my thigh. “And tense.”

Then, she opens her mouth without another word and slides her lips over the head of my cock.

I let out a guttural groan, my head slamming back against the wall behind me, but I barely feel it.

All my focus is narrowed down to the wet, searing heat of her mouth.

She sucks hard, her tongue swirling around the ridge of my glans before she slides deeper, taking as much of my length as she can manage.

"Fuck," I hiss, my fingers threading into her thick, red hair.

I told myself I wouldn't do this.

I told myself she was off-limits.

But as she bobs her head, her throat tightening around me, the image of my brother vanishes. The loyalty to the Volkov name, the operational discipline—it all burns away in the heat of her mouth.

I stop fighting the current and let myself drown in her.

She’s relentless. She uses her hand to stroke the base of my shaft while her mouth works the top, creating a vacuum of pleasure that makes my toes curl in my shoes.

I can hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking, the rhythmic slap of her cheeks against my thighs.

She looks up at me while she does it, her eyes wide and defiant, watching the way my face contorts with raw, unfiltered lust.

I lose it.

The broody, controlled mask I wear for the world shatters.

I reach down, my other hand cupping her jaw and guiding her rhythm, pushing her deeper.

I want to feel her choke on me.

I’m not the right-hand man in the Volkov empire in this moment. I’m just a man being driven to the edge by a woman who knows how to break me.

“Is this how you sucked my brother’s cock, Lisichka?” The thought barrels into my head, and it’s probably a warning my brain is trying to get out to me to stop. “Can you go deeper?”

I shove my cock a little more into her mouth, and she takes it.

I stroke her jaw with my fingers, showing my appreciation. “So, you can be a good girl, Lisichka. I’ll remember that.”

Her lips slide off my cock, and it twitches at the loss. “So, you’ll fuck me?”

“You’re going to need to do more than suck my dick in a storage closet, Lisichka. I’m gonna need to lose my mind first.”

I fully expect her to stand, push me away, and tell me to go fuck myself again.

She smiles a little devilish smile that says my challenge has been accepted. “That can be arranged.”

Then her tongue darts out, licking my tip, and she goes right back down on me.

Fuck me.

Her lips are plush, warm, and perfect.