Page 179 of The Lazarov Bratva


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Uh-oh.

That orgasm is my last orgasm of the night, and my world descends into the utter delight of being Kristof’s plaything, denied any more orgasms even as he brings me to the edge again and again.

My first punishment was Kristof using the silk to lift and lower my mouth over his cock. He controlled my movements and often left me down, choking and without air, for long enough that the denial of air sent me into an exhilarating subspace where every touch, stroke, lick, and kiss was amplified.

When he came, I was granted a taste of his cum and then the real fun began. He started with paddles, spanking my backside and making me count each blow out loud. He spanked my pussy too, in between fucking me so hard I was sure he was going to cleave me in half. Despite his obvious desire to fuck until the end of time, he kept himself in check, and each time I got close to orgasm, he pulled himself back and waited.

I lost count of how many times he came inside me as the night wore on. He painted his name on my tits in wax and lovingly peeled it off, teased my nipples to aching, throbbing points in the same manner as my clit, and when we paused for a water break, he slid the ice from his drink into my pussy and kissed me lazily and slowly until it melted.

The fucking he gave me after that was so mind-blowing that I was certain we could go for hours and hours.

The sky outside was pink with early morning sun when, finally, exhaustion ended our session. With a sliver of ice on his tongue, Kristof returned between my legs and slowly licked through my pussy until the sensual mix of cold ice and hot tongue brought me to such a powerful orgasm that, at the height of my pleasure, I blacked out.

I’d been denied for so long that I couldn’t hold back.

I came to Kristof’s arms, where he lovingly unbound the rope and kissed every single rope groove left in my skin.

“Good girl,” Kristof says as he lays me down in bed after a long, hot bath and a massage.

With limp arms and a lazy smile, I nuzzle into his bare chest when he slides into bed next to me and gathers me in his arms.

“Thank you,” I murmur, kissing the rising swell of his pec.

“Is that what you needed?”

“Yes.” It was exactly what I needed. “Do you feel good?”

“Absolutely,” Kristof says, and his lips rest again on my forehead. “Thank you.”

A new calmness settles over my heart as we cuddle together and watch the sun rise over the mountain. There’s no better stress relief, and now?

Now, we can take on the fucking world.

21

KRISTOF

“What do you think?”

Alena leans up from where she’s crouched in the flower bed, admiring her work, and places one hand on her hip. In honor of Ivan, she’s taken it upon herself to tend to some of the flowers until I can hire a gardener. I tried to talk her out of it, but in her own words, having something that keeps her active is a must.

“I think it looks beautiful,” I reply, reclining back in my chair with a soft smile.

“Are you just saying that?” She squints across at me.

“No, I think I can give you my professional opinion with my vast gardening knowledge.”

“Asshole.”

I smirk, and Alena sticks out her tongue, then returns to her work. The flower bed just beyond the decking where I sit definitely looks healthier since Alena started working on it. She’d even swapped out her nightly adventure books for gardening tips. It pleases me that she has a distraction, at least, with everything that’s going on.

The afternoon sun warms the air around us and makes the platinum streaks on Alena’s hair stand out like gold. I keep my gaze on her, content with watching as she switches from the flower bed to the two large clay pots she’s been filling with flowers. Her plan is to make them filled to the brim with beauty and place them at the graves of Nastja and Ivan.

Her attentiveness to others, even now, is something I continue to admire.

“Boss?”

Glancing up as Andrev’s shadow falls across my face, I press my lips together in a slight smile. Andrev’s face is slightly drawn, but after forcing him to take a few days of rest, there’s more life in his eyes and his cheeks.

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