Page 73 of The Bratva’s Monster

We come together again. After I’ve exploded inside her, I turn her loose. She lies on her stomach, her face in the pillow and her asshole quivering.

I want her pussy again. My beast is hungry. Hungrier than it’s ever been.

I decide to give her a little air and I get up and go into the bathroom, wetting a rag in warm water and wiping my dick. When I come back, she hasn’t moved. She’s still lying ass up, a sheen of sweat over her skin.

She’s clearly spent, her arms splayed out on the pillows with her golden hair, sweat rolling down her spine. I get back in bed and grab her hips, turning her back over and spreading her legs. I slide myself inside her again, I run my hand down her spine. “You wanted the beast,” I say in Russian. “Here he is. Deep inside you.”

Her toes curl as shaky moans escape her. “My beast,” she moans as she widens her legs. Then in Russian, she says, “My love. My monster.”

Something in the way she says it is getting me off. I grab her hair and lift her a little. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me,” she says louder. “Ruin my pussy, my beast, my love.”

I lean back to watch my dick moving in and out of her, her thighs glistening with both our cum as it runs down her legs.

“My love.” The words slip out of my mouth as the last of my control slips away. “My beautiful fucking love.”

I hold her hair tight, bracing her as I fuck her harder, deeper. She starts whimpering, grabbing hold of the comforter.

“You can take it, baby,” I moan in Russian. “Only you can take me, you perfect little whore. I can fill you right up. Right to the edge, baby.”

I pull her up to me and she wraps an arm around my neck. We kiss, and I taste her salty tears as they run down her face.

She whispers words in Russian to me. Almost so soft, I can’t hear them. Words that I can’t believe are for me.

“I love you,” it sounds like. And then she leans her head into me, moaning in my ear.

She comes again, tightening around my dick as her nails dig into the back of my neck. I fuck her slowly, holding her in my arms as she breaks for me all over again.

She slides off me, lying on the bed in the fetal position. I watch her as she recovers, stroking my cock.

I’ve never felt like this for anyone. Being with her, I’ve realized that the need to destroy and shatter is mixed up with my hunger for bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.

She turns on her back and reaches for me. “More…” is all she says.

I oblige, leaning in between her legs and giving her more of me. More than I’ve ever given anyone.

29

RIKKI

Idon’t know how many hours have passed. It was early afternoon when we started and now the light that was coming in from the window is gone. Every time we fuck, it’s like a marathon. This one was different somehow.

I was relentless with her in completely giving myself over to the monster inside me. But she withstood me. Every moment, every hour, every inch. And when it was all said and done, we lay together and dozed, comforted in our own sweat and sticky cum between our thighs. I held her in my arms, face to face with an arm lying across her side and her head nestled against my chest. I spent an endless amount of time kissing the top of her head, my calloused and scarred hand caressing her hair.

I’m in the shower now, replaying it all. It kind of feels like I’m in a drunken haze without the benefits of being hung over. The warm water over my hair and my skin feels like it’s washing away every sin I’ve committed with her, at least on the surface.

She’ll be gone when I get out. I know it. They all leave when I start to let go and with Liz, I went farther than I ever have. Why would anyone want to stay after how I behaved?

Right as I think that, the bathroom door opens and I hear her voice. “Rikki?”

“Yeah?”

She pauses, then the door closes. “Can I join you?”

I don’t respond. The question is… confusing. I look at her colored silhouette through the foggy glass. She’s standing there, waiting for my answer.

“Rikki?”