Captured by the Bratva: A Dark Mafia Romance (Bratva Brotherhood Book 2)

by Bianca Cole

  It feels like forever ticks by before he pulls me toward him and kisses me hard. I moan into his mouth, loving the way it feels to be kissed by him again. Ever since our first kiss on the dancefloor in the club, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

  Lyov drugging and kidnapping me couldn’t douse the hot passion he ignited inside of me. His tongue searches my mouth as if this is the last time he’ll ever kiss someone. He kisses me with such frantic and desperate need.

  Yes, this is insane. It’s as if I’ve got fucking Stockholm Syndrome, but at the same time, he hasn’t once treated me like a prisoner—not really. In my mind, I’m trying to justify this undeniable pull I have toward him.

  Whatever it is between us, we’ve both felt it since my dad’s club. There’s no denying it. He lifts me into his arms without saying a word and carries me into the bedroom. This time, he doesn’t leave me.

  He sets me in the center of the bed and climbs over me. I moan as he kisses my neck, pushing the strap of my dress down to kiss my shoulder. The need for both of us to be naked is clawing at me. I tease my fingers under his t-shirt touching his muscled abs.

  He tenses and then grabs my wrists, pushing them above my head. “No touching.”

  I whimper as he whips his shirt off, revealing his hard, muscular body with ink scrolling like a work of art over every inch of skin. My mouth waters at the sight as I’ve always loved men with tattoos.

  He ties my wrists with his shirt to the bed rails, making my heart rate speed up. Fuck. I’m utterly at the mercy of this man—tied and bound beneath him. My love of dominant men is a weakness and has been ever since I grew up around these hardened, bratva men.

  Lyov is stunning. He is pure muscle wrapped in tanned skin and inked to the max. It’s as if he has been made for me.

  The desire to run my hands over every dip and curve of his sculpted muscles is strong, but I can’t move. His dazzling blue eyes hold my gaze as he unzips my dress at the front, pulling it down my body.

  I squirm under his hungry gaze, wearing only my black lacy thong and matching bra. The way he looks at me is enough to turn me to a molten puddle in the center of this bed. He kisses my neck gently, trailing kisses down to the center of my breasts.

  I shiver at the gentle way he is treating me. It’s the opposite of what I expect and want. His hands grip my hips possessively as he trails kisses down my stomach. The anticipation of him reaching my core makes me squirm.

  He hooks his finger into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and groaning as he stares at my most private place. I swallow hard, longing to feel him touch me again. Instead, he brings his lips there and licks at my clit.

  I buck my hips as he slides a finger inside of me. He shifts between sucking and licking my clit with an intensity that makes me squirm in ecstasy. His finger moves in and out of me with careful strokes.

  “Lyov,” I gasp, feeling my orgasm closing in on me quicker than I’ve ever known.

  He spanks my thigh. “Call me, sir,” he groans, waiting for me to obey.

  I lick my bottom lip, holding his gaze. It’s as if he knows what I’ve been craving. A man who can dominate me. A man who knows what it means to be a Dom.

  “Sir,” I moan, arching my back as he continues his ministrations. The stinging pain where he slapped my thigh isn’t enough. I want him to flip me over and paint my ass red. I’m shocked by my craving for pain. “Spank me, sir,” I moan.

  He stills with his tongue on my center. “I’m in control,” he growls.

  I bite my bottom lip. Lyov’s dominance only fuels my lust. He sinks his teeth gently into my clit, making me squeal. I’ve never felt this way with anyone. The way he doles out pain and pleasure simultaneously heightens every sense in my body. My nerve endings crackle. My body shakes.

  “Fuck,” I cry out, shattering into thousands of pieces as he continues to lick me. He laps at every drop that spills from my center, tasting me. Finally, he sits back on his haunches and stares at me.

  I feel more wanted than I’ve ever felt because of the look in his eyes. His fingers tease at the belt buck on his pants and my mouth waters. The thought of seeing every naked inch of him drives me wild.

  He holds my gaze as he undoes his belt, then his pants zipper. It feels like torture as he slowly drags his pants down his muscled hips and thighs, chucking them off the bed. All that stands between me and Lyov’s naked body is a pair of tight, black boxer briefs.

  They leave little to the imagination, as they cling to the enormous length of him. I’m so wet I can feel myself dripping onto the bed.

  “Are you going to let me suck it, sir?” I ask, surprising myself with my boldness.

  He growls, ripping his boxers off and exposing every hard, thick inch to me. I stare in utter shock at the size of him. My body aches at the thought of him inside of me. “Do you want to suck it, Malishka?” he groans, calling me baby in Russian.

  I suck in a sharp intake of breath, trying to gather my thoughts. I’ve got a feeling my brain short-circuited for a minute. “Yes, sir.”

  He fists his length in his hand and stands by the side of the bed. His cock is inches away from my mouth, a pearly bead of precum ready to be licked pooling at the tip. I lick my lips, wishing I could move closer.

  His t-shirt tied around my arms holds me far enough away. I whimper as the longing to taste him overwhelms me. “Please, Lyov.”

  He grips my chin hard, gazing into my eyes. “I told you to call me, sir.”

  “Please, sir,” I moan.

  He kisses me hard. “Good girl.” Lyov moves closer and presses the tip of his cock against my lips.

  I open them wide and accept him inside, moaning as his salty precum splashes onto my tongue. The hot, thick length of him slides in and out of my mouth. He is in control. Every thrust into my mouth is shallow, but I can see he is holding back.

  I angle my head, trying to get more of him inside.

  He groans and pulls his cock from my mouth. “So fucking good.”

  “Fuck my throat, sir,” I moan, holding his electric blue gaze.

  He groans and shuts his eyes for a second. “Open wide, baby.”

  I do as he says, and he slides every inch into my mouth. I relax, making sure I don’t gag. He starts to move in and out of my throat, groaning above me. His eyes flicker shut as thick, salty precum fills my mouth.

  I gag, and he stops, pulling back and glancing at me. “Are you okay?”

  I nod my head, opening my lips to accept him inside again.

  He pumps his hips upward, driving his cock into the back of my throat. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he says, sliding the length of him over my tongue.

  I flick my tongue around the base of his swollen head, teasing more precum from him. I groan at the taste as he thrusts back into my throat. Breathing through my nose, I take every thick inch of him. He’s so fucking big.

  Lyov grabs my hair and wraps it around his hand, driving me harder onto his cock. It turns me on more the way he takes control. His dominance is one of his most attractive qualities.

  I gag as he hits the back of my throat, salivating all over him. He groans as he continues to thrust, making it difficult to breathe. He pushes me to the edge before letting go of my hair and allowing me to breathe.

  “So perfect,” he purrs, gripping my chin between his finger and thumb and tilting my head toward his.

  Lyov kisses me, searching my mouth with his tongue. I groan as he bites my bottom lip gently. For the first time, I’m learning how much I enjoy pain and pleasure together. It’s intoxicating.

  He pulls away from my mouth and kisses my neck softly and gently. The kisses are such a contrast to his rough nature, making my body tremble. I groan as he sinks his teeth into my neck before kissing my collarbone. Lyov moves down lower, sending thrills through me.

  The mere thought of his mouth down there again makes me tremble with need. The intensity increases between us by the second as he moves down my body, kis
sing and nipping at me in a way that drives me wild. Lyov knows how to work my body and turn me to jelly in his palm.

  I wriggle in his grip, earning myself a warning slap on my thighs. He grips my hips hard as he continues his descent. It feels like I’m going to burst out into flames any moment—I’ve never felt this way before.

  Finally, he moves between my thighs, letting his breath tease against me.

  “Please,” I moan, bucking my hips toward his face.

  “Fuck,” I cry out at the feel of his tongue against my sensitive nub, licking and swiping in a way that promises release.

  It’s fast and explosive. I can’t believe I’m doing this with a man who drugged and kidnapped me, but neither of us can resist the pull between us, it’s gravitational—too strong to resist.

  11

  Lyov

  I move over her naked body, kissing a trail up the center of her chest. She moans, arching her back. It makes me want to sink every inch of myself inside of her. I can’t. I need her to beg me. The craving to make her bend to my will is strong.

  This is the last thing I should be doing with the woman who Andrei has ordered me to hold captive. It’s impossible to stop.

  My shirt is tightly fastened around her wrists, holding her in place against the bed rails. She’s flushed a perfect pink, but I want to tinge her skin a stinging red. After spanking her before, I know she craves receiving pain and being dominated—two things I’m good at.

  My cock is a steel rod as she drips onto the bed. I may have brought her to climax once, but I’m just getting started. She sucked my cock like a damn expert. The way she took every inch into her throat made me want to shoot my load right away. I can’t understand why jealousy rose inside of me at the thought of those plump, thick lips around any other man’s cock.

  I kiss down her tummy with slow, soft kisses. Her body shivers beneath me as I trail to her center. She whimpers as I stop and linger over her clit, letting my breath tease against it. Milana is so fucking wet. I long to taste her again. My mouth waters at the mere prospect of doing it all damn night.

  “Please,” she moans, bucking her hips in an attempt to get my lips on her.

  I smile at how wanton and needy I’ve she already is. My tongue flicks against her hard, swollen nub, and she cries out in pleasure. “Fuck.”

  I love having her at my mercy. I’ve lasted under twenty-four hours, before having her naked and writhing beneath me. I slip my finger into her tight arousal, feeling her clamp down around it like a vice. It makes me groan at the thought of having her wrapped around me tightly.

  I fist myself in my other hand, longing to sink myself inside of her. Milana cries out as I lick and suck at her sensitive clit, drawing her toward the climax for the second time. My finger dipping in and out of her.

  I stop licking her and undo the ties around her wrists. “On your hands and knees,” I groan.

  She does as I say without saying a word. Her back arched as she bears herself to me, dripping. I part her ass cheeks and lick her right from her clit to her asshole. She gasps, feeling my tongue in that forbidden spot.

  I slap her ass cheeks the way she begged me to earlier. She cries out in pleasure, flooding my face with more of her delicious juice. I flick my tongue between her asshole and center, tasting her sweet nectar dripping from her.

  She writhes in my grip as I move my fingers over her sensitive clit, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm. I could do this all day. Milana is my new addiction and all I crave. Ever since I saw her on that dancefloor, I knew I had to have her.

  She bucks her hips backward into my mouth as she tries to demand more from me. I dig my fingers into her hips, forcing her to submit to me. “No moving,” I growl.

  She stills beneath me and releases a groan of frustration, making me smile. “Please, sir.”

  “Are you begging me?” I ask.

  She nods her head. “Yes, sir.”

  I grip her thighs harder and force her over onto her front. “What do you want?”

  “I want you to fuck me, sir,” she moans.

  I bring my hand down on her firm, round buttocks hard. “Naughty girl,” I groan, feeling my cock pulsing between my legs — the need to be inside of her increasing by the second. I bite my bottom lip in an attempt to hold out, pushing two fingers back inside of her.

  I hook my fingers inside of her and work to force her toward orgasm quickly, kneading her pink ass in my other hand. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, warning me she’s about to come apart.

  One more spank on both of her dark pink ass cheeks is enough to shatter her. Milana bucks on my hand, moaning my name in a way that drives me insane.

  “Fuck, Milana,” I groan, bringing my mouth back to her center and tasting her. I spank her ass again as she grinds on my mouth. “No moving.”

  She stills like a good submissive, accepting my dominance. My cock is leaking all over the silk bedsheets as I move backward. I position the swollen head of my dick at the entrance of her slick pussy, teasing it through her folds.

  I press my aching cock to her entrance using the right amount of pressure. She can feel me there, but I haven’t parted those slick lips of hers.

  She whimpers as I back off, doing it over and over again. I won’t stop until she begs me again for my cock. I spank her pink ass and groan as she leaks onto the swollen head of my dick.

  “Fuck, Lyov.”

  Her using my name earns her a good spanking. “Call me, sir.”

  There’s a moment’s pause, and I wonder if she intends to deny me. “Please, sir,” she begs.

  Finally, she gives me what I want. “What do you want, baby?”

  She bucks her hips, pushing against my cock in an attempt to sink me inside of her. I grab hold of them hard, making Milana still. “Tell me what you want, Milana.” I grab her hair, forcing her to arch her back. My cock rest between her ass cheeks and against her puckered asshole.

  “I want you, sir,” she moans as I kiss the column of her neck.

  “Be specific.” I yank her hair harder in warning, and she moans even louder.

  “I want—no need your cock,” she pants.

  I can’t hold on any longer. The beast inside of me rises to the surface, hearing her beg me for my cock. I groan, thrusting every inch inside of her without warning.

  A primal part of me kicks in as I lose all control. Usually, I’m in control, but my brain has lost all reasoning. All I can focus on is her warm, tight heat encasing me.

  Her thighs quiver as she moans deeply, coming almost instantly. Milana’s pussy tightens around my cock, and her already soaking wet pussy floods with more of her sweet cum. I spank her ass again as I move in and out of her with forceful thrusts. Every stroke, I find the depth of her—going as deep as physically possible.

  The slap of skin against skin echoes through the room. I’m so deep that my balls hit against her clit each time. My fingers sink into her hips as I drag her against me.

  “Fuck me hard, sir,” Milana moans, spurring me on.

  I grunt as I fuck her even harder. It’s impossible to know where I end, and she begins. The need to become one with this woman I hardly know drives me.

  “Oh my God,” she cries out as I force my painfully hard cock to hold on.

  I growl as she arches her back, driving me even deeper. Rough sex turns me on like nothing ever can, but usually, woman aren’t into it this much. Milana seems to crave it harder and faster. It’s as if we are made to fit together.

  I sink my fingertips harder into her hips—hard enough to bruise. She bucks her hips more. The woman loves pain as much as pleasure, and it makes me crave her more. The moment I looked into her eyes, something shifted.

  I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want her. My attraction to her is deep and primal and impossible to resist.

  Milana throws her head back and bucks her hips, driving me harder and deeper with each stroke. I grunt, circling my arms around her waist and holding her still. She moans deeply
, enjoying being restrained by me. This woman loves being controlled and I love controlling. “I’m in charge, baby,” I mutter into her ear.

  “Yes, sir,” she purrs.

  Damn. This girl knows how to wind me up. I grunt, lifting her onto my lap. “Ride me,” I order, spanking her full ass. She groans as I knead the sore skin in my palms.

  Her stunning emerald eyes hold my gaze as she rises and falls on my cock. I watch her ride me harder and faster, keeping eye contact with every thrust of her full hips. The woman knows how to play me like a damn instrument.

  “Fuck, that’s it, Malishka. Ride that cock hard.” I spank her ass again three times on each cheek.

  She throws her head back and moans. “Yes, sir.” Her thick thighs pin me to the bed as she moves her hips harder and faster. I don’t often let women get into a position like this with me. It doesn’t play to my need to dominate. My cock is aching to explode as she drives up and down with such force. I grip her hips, forcing her to slow down.

  With one quick movement, I have her beneath me again. She gasps in surprise as I keep myself buried to the hilt inside of her. “That wasn’t very long,” she whines.

  I bite her bottom lip in a warning. “That’s all you’re getting. I’m in control, Milana. Always.”

  She pouts but doesn’t protest. I can see it in the way her eyes light up at my dominance that this is what she wants from me. Her eyes roll back in her head as I thrust hard into her, driving as deep as possible.

  I let my hand fall on her throat, squeezing gently. Her eyes widen before she relaxes to the sensation. Once it’s clear she’s enjoying it, I tighten my hold, fucking her hard and fast. I feel the walls of her tight arousal squeezing in around me, as she begins to unfold.

  “That’s it, baby. Come on my cock like a good girl,” I groan, continuing to fuck her through it.

  She moans deeply as her pussy squeezes me so hard. I fall over the edge with her, releasing every drop of my seed deep inside of her.