Bratva Dark Allegiance: The Complete Collection

by Raven Scott

  That chick from the lingerie shop was an amazing person, but in this moment, there wasn’t room for any other woman but Joci.

  Glowing in the faint light seeping through the edges of the windows, Joci’s eyes locked on mine, wide with emotions I couldn’t even fathom. How incredible that she got to experience something so great when her life up until now seemed like such shit. And I got to witness it— I perpetrated this change in her. Smiling wider as she pulled her arms gingerly out of her shirt, I couldn’t fucking breathe under the weight of the atmosphere.

  The entire way home, Joci practically radiated happiness so intensely that she drew other people’s eyes. She didn’t notice, but in this moment, I felt so dwarfed by her beauty and joy. All those things she felt for me replaced the blood in my veins, pounding viciously in my ears as I tugged her shirt over her head. Holding her glimmering, brown eyes, I watched them flood with expectancy and the faintest glisten of anxiety.

  “Come here, Joci.” We hadn’t even made it the short distance between the front door and the kitchen, and I tugged her to my chest. Her gasp flew down the collar of my shirt, her arms scrambling only to find nowhere to go before I took her hands in mine. Tangling our fingers together, I held her hands up between our bodies, kissing her knuckles while her face flushed pink in the gloom.

  “I want you to be so good to look at me.” Joci’s murmur tightened my chest, threatening to crush my heart and lungs as they deflated in a sigh. “I want to, too. I’m lucky Anatoly didn’t cut anything off.”

  “Even if he did, I’d find a way around it.” There was no such thing as unconditional love, but willingness to compromise was arguably more important than anything else. Big, brown eyes got bigger, watery, and I held the backs of her fingers against my lips. “I know there’s shit about me that you’ll not like.”

  “You are late all the time to work.” Chuckling a little with a nod, I let go of Joci’s hands to caress down her sides. She pressed up against me, her perky tits straining when she inhaled sharply. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband of her pants, my palms tingled wildly as she rose up a little— not too high that she was on her toes, though. Because it’s painful long after they’ve healed.

  There was no rationalizing that shit away, at least.

  Ducking my head to capture her lips, the hung suspense in the air broke open, and the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up. Grabbing Joci’s ass to squeeze, I slipped my tongue past her trembling, warm lips with a groan. Her taste set my mouth on fire, her long legs clinging to my waist as I hoisted her up. Greedy fingers started unfastening the buttons on my shirt, but we didn’t make it far.

  Sitting on the back edge of the sofa, Joci ground against my cock, her liquid, smooth moves inciting and promising of a great time. Reaching to cup the back of her head, I deepened our kiss while my need for her rampaged through my body. My cock ached, the tightness in my abdomen and thighs stealing the sensation from the parts of us that weren’t touching.

  Clammy palms flung back my shirt, and a harsh gasp escaped me when Joci’s slender fingers weaved through my chest hairs. Pulling back to pant furiously, I kissed down her jaw and neck while my free hand reached between us. Her legs opened wider, but this time, I wasn’t forced to graze over her scars; I felt them, but I didn’t feel them. The haze of red that enveloped my mind deepened, and I forced my head back when all I wanted to do was bury them between her breasts.

  “Oh, my God…” Joci’s tanned skin gleamed from a mix of emotion and just looking good in dark red, and my words slurred as they burst past the dense lump in my throat. She blushed furiously, her smile tenderizing under my gaze while I struggled to take her all in. Every so often, I’d see a sliver of a scar, but in the low light, they were almost invisible. My cock throbbed painfully, the tightness in my abdomen spilling down my legs, and my knees gave out from under me to bury in the carpet.

  “J- Jacob…” Shouldering between her legs, my mouth watered as the smell of her wafted into my nostrils. Blood drummed in my ears, but even that couldn’t drown out her moan when I licked her slit with all of my tongue. The taste of her sent my buds into a frenzy, and she tensed with a sharp inhale through her teeth.

  Spit pooled on my tongue before I licked her hot pussy, working my tongue between her folds to relish Joci’s high-pitched moan. Her hands flittered to my hair, and I grabbed her hips to squeeze before she released me to brace herself. Forcing my eyes open, I gazed up as she leaned back to grind against my face. She didn’t seem to be in any pain with her arms back like that, and my own reached up to grope her breasts shamelessly.

  The taste of her was intoxicating, and Joci quivered around my tongue as it breached her entrance. Fuck— her thighs tightened around my head, her heels digging into my back sharply when I pinched her nipples. Her little gasps and moans flooded my apartment as I licked the length of her to nibble her swollen clit. Leaving her tits to part her folds with my thumbs, I had to pause to admire her.

  Thumbing Joci’s clit, I slipped my tongue into her to caress her inner walls and groan hungrily. Her gasps became small moans, her heels digging in firmly against my shoulder blades, and excitement bristled my beard. I pinched and circled her bead, rearing my head back to breathe and watch through narrowed eyes.

  Joci arched, her pussy tightening from the force of her orgasm as her knees clung to my shoulders. Leaning in to lick up her juices, satisfaction slathered my ribs like tar when she jolted. I sucked on her clit before kissing up her front, and she grabbed at my wrists to stop herself from falling back onto the sofa.

  “He— help me up…” Thrill shot through my veins at her hoarse whisper, and I tried to pick Joci up to carry her to my room only for her to become liquid in my arms. For a fraction of a second, I worried enough to reach down and palm her crown, but determination blazed in her eyes.

  With her, there was no need for words, and Joci tugged down my pants— I wasn’t sure when she’d undone my belt, but the details didn’t matter. Not when my cock sprung free to sent shocks up my spine, and I gasped loudly. Watching her push her knees out, trying to find a comfortable position, I couldn’t stop my lips tilting up.

  “Oh— fuck!” My groan bounced off the ceiling as she licked the tip of my cock, and I spread my legs a little to tighten my grip on her hair. Palming my shaft, she wrapped her thick lips around my head, and I ground my teeth hard. Pleasure coiled in my abdomen and writhed up and down my legs, and she inched— inched— inched her way down. “Fuck—”

  Blowing out a hot breath, I flopped my head back to thrust down Joci’s throat with a gasp. Her tongue slithered expertly along the underside of my shaft, and she squeezed the base as she pulled back. Wonderful lips caressed the length of my cock, and I glanced down to catch her eyes. The look in her eyes was almost enough to make me cum— that needy, desperate, give-as-good-as-I-get look even though I could tell that she was struggling.

  Hissing as she gulped down my cock, I didn’t linger on my worry; if Joci needed to stop, she would stop. Her light gag rose the hairs on my chest, and her throat flexed around my head. Thrusting a steady pace rather than let her torture me, I squeezed my eyes shut as she pumped the base of my cock and choked loudly. Thick ropes of saliva dribbled off her chin and strung from my balls, and my chest tightened when she cupped them to play around her palm.

  “Joci— I’m so glad… I can stay hard— oh, fuck—” Grinding the words out through my teeth, I exhaled a shuddering gasp when she suddenly grabbed my ass and pulled. My cock bent down the curve of her throat, her gagging beautiful and faint in my ears under the blood that pounded. Prickles rushed up my legs and down my spine, and I pushed down on her head as I doubled over.

  My cock rippled to the rhythm of her choking, and Joci didn’t pull back or anything— but she did squeeze my ass appreciatively. Jerking my hips back as my balls drew up, I shuddered as she sucked and tongued the head greedily.

  Trembling viciously, every part of me became heavy, and I groan
ed when Joci licked my cock clean. She swallowed with a sigh of satisfaction, sitting back on the carpet to stretch her legs despite the little tears and red blotches on her face. Somehow, I managed to untangle my fingers from her hair, and she sniffed— or, it was closer to a hiccup?— as she rubbed her knees with force.

  “You’re hurt.” My dumb-shit self stated the obvious, but Joci shook her head in denial to send her hair flying everywhere. Crouching down to rub my hands up my face, I shook my head furiously before working my arms under her knees and around her back. “You should’ve said something.”

  “I’m okay. It’s not a lot.” I was too drained to argue, but I made a mental note not to let her blow me in that position again. Joci reached a shaky hand to wipe her mouth, her watery eyes meeting mine to shimmer with desire. “I want to keep going.”

  27

  Joci

  “You don’t need that.” Jacob paused fishing in his nightstand drawer, and I licked my lips heavily. “I can’t get pregnant.”

  “You still have the other ovary, though?” Even as he protested, he crawled back to hold himself over me on powerful arms. “Did they mess with it?”

  “Yeah. I don’t have blood or anything. They said it was for the best. I can, if I wanted to do the doctor again.” Scrunching up my nose, I caressed up Jacob’s lean chest as he arched a brow quizzically. “I don’t want to, though.”

  “I’d definitely rather regret not having kids versus having them.” His coarse chest hairs tickled my fingers as I traced the faint definition roiling under his skin. Against my palms, his body reverberated with the deep richness of his voice. Goosebumps blanketed me as he nestled between my thighs, and I bit my bottom lip against the slow heat that clawed at the back of my throat. Nuzzling my nose with his, he captured my lips in a sensual kiss that curled my toes in my socks. “More fun for us.”

  Humming into his mouth, my heart stuttered when Jacob wrapped his tongue around mine so sweetly. Dropping to his elbows, he rolled his hips with a gasp when his hard cock slipped between my folds. The heat was beautiful, the friction delicious as it slithered up and down my spine, and I reached down to grab his ass and squeeze. He chuffed a little, adjusting his knees under my spread thighs to tear his mouth from mine.

  Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses left a thick trail of spit down my neck, and Jacob nibbled the swell of my breasts gingerly. Tremors skittered between my ribs, the coil in my abdomen tightening when he peeled back the lacy shielding me from his view. His reverent gasp tugged at my spine, and I closed my eyes to savor the roughness of his stubble against my skin.

  Gripping the sheet in ecstasy, I arched into Jacob’s mouth eagerly. His smooth, hot cock slipping between my folds sent shocks down my thighs, contrasting so lusciously with the roughness of his beard.

  “You’re so sexy in this, Joci…” Moaning softly as Jacob kissed down my abdomen, I gasped and forced my eyes open when pleasure slithered up under my ribs to tighten them. For once, I didn’t have to worry about my scar showing; I knew exactly what Jacob thought, and I’d taken a step to avoid any issues.

  And that— that not worrying— the pureness— felt almost as good as the shock of his tongue against my clit.

  “Yes-s…! Ah!” Writhing with a moan as long, deft fingers probed my entrance, I tilted my hips enthusiastically. Jacob nibbled my clit between straight teeth, and I clenched as his digits slid so easily into my channel. My fists twisted in the sheets, the thick hairs on his knuckles only intensifying the sensations bowling up my body to crash into my heart. He wiggled his fingers tantalizingly, his lips and tongue sucking and circling expertly to bring me closer to the edge.

  “Like that?” I could hear his smile in his sultry groan, and Jacob pumped his fingers as I nodded a jerk of my head. Pressure built behind my eye sockets. My teeth clenched hard enough to ache in my gums. A single bead of sweat dripped down my neck, and I undulated around his fingers before they curled. Tugging my clit sharply, he hit that spot inside me perfectly— that was all I could think of as a rush of white invaded my vision.

  Perfect.

  Sputtering a gasp, I arched off the bed while Jacob rode my orgasm. His fingers left me empty only to assault my throbbing clit, swiping fast to urge me on and on. Hungry sounds rolled up between my breasts as he lapped up my juices, and my heart beat so hard that it threatened to fail. I gulped down air hard, the phantom taste of his cum on my tongue barraging my senses.

  “Fuck— fuck! Fuck!” A high-pitched squeak burst from my throat when Jacob pushed me onto my back, and I panted furiously. The world spun, but he was stable as his face hovered over mine. Swiping the bulbous tip of his cock between my flushed folds, he braced a fist on either side of my head. My knees drew up automatically, but my mind was lost in the fog and only wandered in circles when he kissed me.

  The passion… the smugness… the excitement that quivered his lips as they captured mine was awe-inspiring. With his whole body, Jacob thrust into me with a low grunt. His hard girth stretched my walls as they instantly contracted, and he tangled his tongue around mine. Through the fabric of my lingerie, his lean sinew quivered under his skin. The hairs on his legs and arms stood to rub my skin raw, and I could only hold onto the bed as it rocked with a terrible creak.

  Jacob pulled back, the mushroom head of his cock caressing my walls as his tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. Thrusting with a sharp snap of his hips, he growled like an animal— and I loved it. Days before was mere weak foreplay, a preview— a paltry attempt just to prove he was willing to try.

  He rolled my lower lip between his teeth and slathered spit down my chin and neck. The emotions boiling in my blood leaked from my eyes, and Jacob set a brutalizing, hard pace. With each powerful drive, the bed creaked sharply, adding to the symphony that billowed into the dense atmosphere.

  Blood drummed in my ears between Jacob’s hard grunts and the slap of skin on skin— or was it the other way around? I didn’t know, and I couldn’t work my brain to find out. Goosebumps blanketed my skin when he pushed himself up onto unsteady arms, and my eyes popped open. Through the bleariness, I saw him— his hair tousled, his face red, and the muscles in his neck straining.

  I was struck by the almost violently intense yearning to grab his face in my palms and feel him. My short, hot pants became wheezes, and I tensed in the throes of this need pulling me apart. Every good thing I felt— every ripple of pleasure, every singular grain of euphoria locked in my body— it all bundled up between my shoulder blades.

  As he jabbed my cervix to grind his hips against mine, Jacob opened his eyes. His beautiful, crystal clear eyes flickered like blue fire— his smile that was so soft and tender and warm— and I…

  I couldn’t not.

  Jacob’s narrowed pupils blew, his body going rigid with shock as I wrapped my arms around his neck. For a few, fateful seconds, I felt it. I felt that closeness of a hug. I felt his taut muscles straining against my forearms. I could hold him, chest to chest, and there was no pain. There were no sharp, hot needles stabbing my shoulder joints. He dropped as his elbows gave out in surprise, but he was quick to stop himself from crushing me.

  “Joci…” Whispering my name with such veneration, Jacob slid his arms under me as mine tightened as much as they could. Shivering, sweaty, and hot, he felt like everything I hoped he would as his hands pressed flat against my back.

  In just five seconds, all the loneliness that’d accumulated, clung to my insides like mold— all the bitterness, and the hatred, and the longing— melted away. Five seconds was all it took to undo five years, and this was that moment that Jacob had talked about. That moment so intense that time stopped.

  28

  Jacob

  Stroking back Joci’s hair, I pursed my lips thinly when her cheek twisted noticeably, her sharp inhale cutting through the air.

  “You’re still in a lot of pain, Joci. You don’t have to force yourself to go to my parents’ house.” We hadn’t slept last night, but not for the reason I ha
d expected. Helping Joci into the cute, feminine flannel she’d picked out for Thanksgiving dinner, I frowned under furrowed brows. Every part of her was twitchy, and her hands shook when they popped out of the sleeve cuffs. Wrapped in dark blue and green squares, she turned to me to show off her slightly pale face and red-rimmed eyes.

  Determination set her mouth in a thin line, and my protest died on my tongue— but I had half a mind to call my mom and explain that I wasn’t going. Joci’s shoulders were all black and blue, like they’d been rolled over by a car that crushed everything but the actual bones. I couldn’t convince her to go to a hospital; she was confident that it looked worse than it was.

  I thought that was horse shit, but…

  “I’m okay. It was worth it.” Unease gripped my gut in a vice, but I simply nodded. There was no point I could make that I hadn’t made at some point already. Glancing at my watch, I only inhaled a sharp breath before she held out forearms in a questioning gesture. “How do I look?”

  Scanning her slowly, I stroked my chin and spent a second admiring her— sans trembling, of course. Joci looked good in darker colors, and we’d gotten lucky to find a black pair of khakis that matched her low heels.

  “You look really nice, Joci. We should put your hair up— I bet that’d be cute.” She blushed so brightly, and I grinned as happiness erupted like sparklers burning and popping in my chest. “You’re always beautiful in whatever you wear.”

  “Yeah…” The fact that Joci couldn’t do something so simple as put her hair into a bun— push it out of her face— was mindboggling. I couldn’t even imagine how restrictive it made her life to be unable to raise her arms past her breasts. And the one time she did, to hug me, her shoulders bruised so terribly. She was in so much pain, and she was being very careful to hide the extent.