Page 44 of The Bratva’s Monster

I turn and reach for my nightstand, pulling open the drawer and pulling out a switchblade. The moment she sees it, she starts with a gasp as I run the blade slowly down her body.

“You said you weren’t scared of me,” I say. “What about now?”

She looks up at me and her mouth turns up again. “No.”

“No, huh?” I sit up and slide the knife between the rope and the skin of one of her thighs. Then I get between her legs and lay my cock on her pussy, slapping her swollen clit. She tenses, but she doesn’t move. She doesn’t dare.

“That’s my perfect little slut,” I say, rewarding her by sliding my dick over her clit. She’s up on her elbows, watching me while I slide it up and down through her sopping wet lips and up and over her clit.

“I’m going to fuck you slow and deep,” I tell her. “You’re going to take every fucking inch and you'd better not run from me. You don’t want this knife to cut you, do you?”

“N-No.” She’s biting her bleeding lip, anticipating me.

I slide myself inside her and her mouth falls open, her breath coming out in short shudders. She’s so tight, gripping my dick so hard, but I’m keeping my word, fucking her deep and slow.

Her head falls back, then she lies back onto the bed, gripping the pillows. Her hips start to move with me, just little movements to match mine.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” I moan. I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel her hands in my hair, her nails in my shoulders. I pull the knife and it cuts the rope, freeing her legs. They close around my hips and I lift her up into my arms.

I’m sucking and biting on her nipples as she rides me, one hand in my hair and the other digging into my back. Trickles of sweat start down the center of her chest as her pussy twitches.

“Turn around,” I moan against her skin. She stops, gets off me long enough to turn around as I lie back. I watch her perfect peach-shaped ass slide down as I slide my dick inside her pussy and she stops halfway. I grab her hips and help guide her the rest of the way down.

She tenses as I feel myself going deeper inside her. Her nails dig into my legs as I hold her by the hips and thrust hard inside her.

“That’s it,” I moan. “Take it all, baby. Take every inch of it.”

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, “I’m gonna come… fuck…”

I hold her hips, pulling her down and holding her against me. She shivers under my touch. I’m about to blow.

“Not yet,” I moan, holding her. I take a second to catch my breath, pushing the orgasm away. “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”

She moves her hips in a slow circle and a low moan escapes me. Fuck, she feels good.

I start up again, thrusting hard as I hold her hips. Her legs start shaking. I sit up and pull her back to me, sliding my hands around her neck as her body twitches around my dick.

I close my hands around her neck as we come together. I hold onto her as the crash swells inside me and I explode.

I fall back on the bed as the warmth envelopes me. And after a few moments, she leans forward and swirls her hips on my dick again. Before long, I’m getting hard again. I grab her ass as she starts me up again.

This. This is all I need. For the first time in a long time, I’m not in my head. I’m not thinking of all the ways I could have saved him or what my duty is supposed to be or… or…

For the first time, I’m with someone who knows what it feels like to want to forget for a while.

The sky has started to change outside my window. If I had to bet, I’d say it was almost evening.

She’s asleep in my arms, nuzzled up to my chest, her face pressed against my heartbeat. There’s no sound in this room except for her breathing. And no one in the world except for the two of us right now.

But that’s going to change. Eventually, she’s going to wake up and we’re going to have to face whatever this has become. And… I don’t know what it is.

“Are you awake?” Her mouth moves against my skin, sending little chills through me.

“Yes,” I say.

She doesn’t say anything in response. Maybe she’s just checking to see if I’m still alive.

“Alex wants me dead… doesn’t he?”