Page 35 of Bratva's Mercy
The water ran down both of us as the silence stretched out. For a long second, Sergei didn’t move. His chest rose and fell beneath the spray, droplets clinging to the dark hair scattered across it before sliding down his stomach.
“What are you saying, Leo? You want to fuck me?”
10
SERGEI
Leo Cavanagh was a complex man. One second, he was calling me a murderer, and the next, he was standing naked in front of me, looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole. I would have thought the lustful look in his eyes was wishful thinking on my part, except he was carrying a bottle of lube and a condom.
A thought niggled at the back of my brain that the switch-up was too fast and didn’t make any sense, but my dick was throbbing, and I was at the point where I didn’t give a damn once his cock—his very nicely thick cock—was up my ass.
“You want to fuck me?” I asked again for good measure.
“No, to administer a colonoscopy. What do you think?”
Damn his snarky hide. But would he even be Leo without it? He was perfect the way he was, prickly and all.
“You’re sending me mixed signals.” I gave my cock a lazy stroke, keeping my eyes fixed on him. “I thought you hated my guts.”
He shrugged, ripping open the condom with his teeth. “I still do. Don’t tell me a man like you thinks more of sex than an opportunity to get off?”
I frowned, watching him slide the condom over his length. The only reason I was certain he wasn’t trying to trick me was because of that erection. There was no hiding it. He might very well hate me as he said, but he wanted me too.
“Didn’t take you for that kind of man.” I licked my lips and reached over to turn off the tap.
Leo’s laugh was hoarse and held no humor. “You think a few facts on paper mean you know someone?”
He was right. I had an impression of him, but I didn’tknowhim. I couldn’t guess what thoughts were behind those unwavering gray eyes. He kept himself so fucking guarded all the damn time.
He and Bradley had been swingers. Sleeping with strangers obviously came easily for him, but for some reason, that didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t want to be just another ass he fucked, then forgot about. As far as the stubborn expression on his face went, that was exactly what he hoped to do.
Then it’s going to be up to you to make sure he never forgets.
“If you didn’t shut me out, I’d learn a lot more.”
“There’s nothing for you to learn except how to please me.” He pointed to the floor in front of him. “Kneel.”
My knees started to bend of their own accord, but I steeled my nerves. “Maybe I don’t take a knee for anyone.”
The corner of his lips quirked up. “I bet you’re not only used to being on your knees, but you’re a good cocksucker. Aren’t you?”
Partly.
He was wrong that I wasn’t averse to kneeling. Yes, I was good at it, but I was particular about what went intomymouth. I never sucked off any of those sex workers I paid.The whole thing was too intimate for me to share with a stranger. But Leo passed inspection without even trying. I wished I knew why, so I could find a way to handle these alien feelings. It was jarring, the way he could make me do things no other man could.
The only fucking consolation I found was that he hadn’t yet realized how much he could get away with.
“Sergei.” The way he said my name, soft, low, like it belonged to him, stole the breath from my lungs. “Kneel.”
My chest rose and fell unevenly as I sank down in front of him, the cold tile biting into my knees. I moved closer on instinct alone, drawn in, until I was right where he wanted me. Close enough to feel the heat of him. Close enough that all I had to do was lean forward to taste him.
But I didn’t.
I stopped there, waiting while that damn belly button piercing tempted me. It was so fucking sexy.
My hands hovered uselessly at my sides before settling against my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh because I needed something to hold on to. Something to ground me so I didn’t forget myself at his feet. It would be so easy to forget that I was human and give in to the baser urges of the animal that lingered beneath the skin of every man, some closer to the surface than others. Mine had always come alive in violence, sharpened by blood and control. Leo was the only man who had ever drawn it out with desire.
My gaze lifted to him, searching his face, reading him the way I would any threat. Except he wasn’t one. I dropped my eyes to his cock, which was right there, hard, heavy, already sheathed, and Ihatedit. Hated that fucking barrier that would prevent us from being skin to skin. Hated that I couldn’t just take him into my mouth the way I wanted to.
