Page 49 of Bratva Baby


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Ruslan pulls Eric’s car into an empty garage, and I’m shocked to see that there are no more vehicles parked inside. “Don’t you have a car? Or did you need to steal Eric’s for a job interview?”

Ruslan bursts into laughter again. “I drove it to the gas station. I’ll send someone to go pick it up for me in the morning.”

I can’t imagine leaving a car parked on the side of the road in this city, especially something as expensive as Ruslan’s. The fact that he can command someone else to go fetch it for him is an unexpected turn-on.

What does someone have to do to earn that kind of power?

When I exit the car, Ruslan guides me up to the door as he scans his fingerprint for entry.

Everything about his environment feels so futuristic, and I’m curious to see how this translates to the rest of the house. Is he one of those people that has a TV on the front of their fridge?

I always thought that was weird.

“Watch your step, it’s kind of dark over here,” he warns, taking my hand and leading me up the steps.

The lights turn on as we walk further into the house, and I’m blown away by how well designed and coordinated the inside of the house is. The men I’ve known throughout my life never seem to have a grasp on what looks good, so Ruslan easily has them beat.

He steps to the side and pulls his phone out of his pocket to text Yan. As he types away, I wander into the spacious living room that overlooks a lake behind the house.

I collapse into the couch, sinking into it and reveling in the weightlessness of my body in the cushions. It’s been ages since I had the chance to actually rest, and the couch takes to the curves of my body with ease.

The house is silent, and the only thing I can hear is the buzzing of the haptic feedback from Ruslan’s keyboard. When I relax just a little more, I realize that I’ve had a deafening ringing in my ears for the entire day.

If there were ever a sign that I need to sleep, that would be it.

I close my eyes, drifting off into the abstract and unknowable recesses of my subconscious mind. The subtle hum from the fridge in the next room grows louder as I start to fall asleep.

“Hey, we can’t sleep yet. We have a lot to get done first.”

I jump out of my skin, startled awake by Ruslan’s booming voice as it bounces off the exposed brick wall. “Holy shit, you scared me. I laid down to test out the couch and it ate me. It won’t happen again.”

He smiles briefly before he approaches me, leaning over my body and bracing himself on the back for support.

A spark of arousal overwhelms me, and I’m forced to reckon with the choice between giving in or making him wait for me.

When he leans his face closer to mine, my body makes the choice for me.

I’m enraptured by his touch as his other hand trails down my body, finding the space where my shirt rides up and stroking the bare skin of my belly.

His lips meet mine, and I succumb to him completely.

I feel a gush in my panties as his mouth moves from my lips down to my neck, and the skin of my shoulders crawls with goosebumps. He’s commanded control of my body, and I’m electrified by his imposing sensuality.

His fingers tug at the waistband of my pants, and I remove them without a word. I’m exposed now, wearing nothing below the waist, save for a sheer blue thong.

It takes every atom of my being to control the shaking in my legs. I want him to fuck me, but I need him to respect me more.

If I can earn his respect, I’ll be safe.

For now, though, my nervous system is screaming for release.

He leans down more, kissing his way from my neck to my belly. He pauses at the crest of my hips, teasing my panty line as I squirm underneath him.

I could direct him, but I have a feeling that he’ll be the one teaching me a thing or two about how I like to be pleased.

The heat of his tongue against my skin fills me with an insatiable need, a rush I had only experienced once before when he was on top of me in the barn. I thought that my fantasies of Eric met the extent of my sexual longing, but now I’ve been afflicted with a desire so great that I’ll risk my life to give in to it.

His tongue plays along the slit of my pussy through my panties, and I whimper out loud from both arousal and shock. The sensation of his mouth through the fabric of my underwear is something entirely new for me. If I had been wearing a dress this whole time, he could have been teasing me relentlessly.

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