Page 36 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

"Stop fucking running," he growled out. "Don’t make me tie you up. I will, you know." With each word, he brushed his lips against my ear. "I’d like to see how you look all helpless."

I whimpered. Why did that sound so good? Why did I want to give him everything he wanted and more?

"We can’t do this," I managed to whisper, but somehow the sound of it was lost under the sound of our heavy breathing.

Ilya didn’t answer me. Yanking up my T-shirt, he had my bra undone and swinging uselessly around me in seconds, and the moment his hand closed around the globe of my breast, I lost the ability to talk or even think.

There was only him, and the skilled way he played my body like it belonged to him. And maybe it did. He was the only one—

The sound of my jean button popping was loud, and I moaned again. Pulling the zipper down, his hand delved inside. Pushing past my underwear to touch my core for the first time in six years.

I couldn’t help it; I moaned his name. My head falling back onto his shoulder as he began to stroke his strong fingers over my trembling flesh.

Why did this have to feel so good?

"That’s it, Daisy." Ilya's already deep voice dropped another octave. "So wet for me," he growled. "Hands up, put them on the wall."

Confused, I scrambled to do what he asked me to do. Not that I had long to find out. My shirt and bra were tangled around my wrists, literally tying them together, and then he was pulling down my jeans. Dropping to his knees, he helped me out of them. Twisting, I stared down at him. "What—" I’d barely begun to turn when his eyes flashed up to me.

"Stand still, hands on the wall," he growled out; his bright blue eyes bored up into mine. They were dark with lust. I knew mine were the same. "Don’t move."

I opened my mouth to ask why, but all that left my mouth was a throaty moan. Gripping my hips, Ilya pulled me towards him. Still on his knees, he parted my thighs and—

Holy fuck.

He thrust his tongue into me. As hard and as fast as it would go, and my body jolted with the sudden intrusion.

"You taste like." From ass to clit, his tongue swept. Darting into me one second and swirling around my clit the next. "Disaster," he growled out. "The best kind of disaster. My favorite kind of trouble."

I barely registered his words. They really didn’t matter. All that mattered was he kept doing what he was doing. Without meaning to, my hips began to move, riding against the tongue he had against me. Desperately, I tried to find the right angle that would put that magical tongue right where I needed it.

"I need."

I wasn’t sure if it was me who said it or him. Maybe we both said it at the same time. But suddenly I was spun around again. My back now against the wall, and one of my legs was lifted to rest against his shoulder. He buried his face in my pussy. Like he wanted to lose himself in me. And I wanted that more than anything.

My hands were still tied up in my clothes, but I dropped them to the silky strands of his hair anyway. Tangling my fingers into them so I could hold his head exactly where I needed it.

My hips rocked back and forth greedily.

"That’s it, baby, that’s it." His tongue became softer, almost gentle, because even after all of this time, he knew how I liked it. He remembered.

Using the tips of his fingers, he parted me, the tip of his tongue playing over my throbbing clit.

"Cum for me," he coaxed. "Cum on my tongue and let me look at your face when you do."

Flattening his tongue against me, he gave one last long lick, and then my clit was in his mouth, and his fingers were pushing into my soaking wet channel.

I ground down on his fingers, desperately trying to find the release my body was so desperate for.

"Eyes on me," he ground out, an order I was powerless to ignore.

The orgasm ripped through me with all the force of a tornado. My muscles twitched and spasmed, and it was only hishands on me that stopped me from melting into a trembling mess on his hardwood floor.

Screaming, my head banged against the wall. Knocking pictures askew. Not that I cared.

There was only this. Only him.

Everything else blinked out of existence.