Page 23 of Bratva Baby

“Sofiya,” he murmurs against my throat. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to worship this neck.” His teeth scrape over the fabric, searching for skin. I groan when he finds the edge of my collar and lifts it with a single finger, exposing a sliver of flesh.

He tongues the spot, making it burn. “Fuck, you’re too sweet.”

I reach between us and shove his jacket off his shoulders. He lets it drop. His hands find my waist, fingers digging in through the trousers that skim my hips. “This outfit is killing me,” he grits. “So clean. So collected. And you’re soaked, aren’t you?”

He slides one hand over the flat front of my pants, palm cupping my sex through the fabric. I jolt, cry out, “Ahh—Anton.”

“That’s it,” he growls. “Say my name. Let me hear how wet you are.” He rubs his thumb along the seam, pressure just right. “These are going to need to come off.”

“Oh,” I pant, hips shifting against his hand. “Yes, please, yes.”

He grunts, pleased. “You’re a dream. You know how much power you have?” He presses harder, grinding me into the glass. “You could tell me to get on my knees and I would.”

I seize his wrist, pressing him tighter against my aching center. “Maybe I want you standing while you fuck me,” I tell him. “Maybe I want to feel you hold me up.”

His eyes flare. “You’re too perfect.” He unzips my trousers with one swift pull, then slips his hand down, under the waistband of my underwear. Heat rockets through me as his fingers slide over soaked silk. “Holy fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so wet for me.”

He sinks one finger between my folds, just teasing, coating himself. “You like being trapped against my window like this? Knowing anyone looking up could see a Leonidov getting fingered by a Reznikov?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I want them to see how you touch me.”

He kisses me hard, two fingers plunging inside at once. I choke on a cry, the stretch perfect, his palm grinding my clit. “Anton!”

“That’s it, take my fingers,” he urges, thrusting deep. “Fuck, you’re tight. Clench around me. Show me how much you wanted this.”

I roll my hips against him, bracing my hands on his shoulders. “More,” I plead.

He adds a third finger, filling me, stroking that tender spot with intent. “Already dripping down my hand. You going to come for me right here, Princess? On my fingers before I even get your clothes off?”

“Y-Yes,” I stutter, head falling back against the glass. “Don’t stop.”

His thumb circles my clit with steady, controlled pressure, the kind that makes my legs go liquid. “Look at me,” he orders. “I want to see your eyes when you break.”

I force my gaze to his. He’s watching me like I’m the only thing that matters in this city. “Anton,” I whisper.

“Come,” he commands.

The orgasm detonates, sharp and overwhelming. I cry out, “Ahh—fuck—Anton—” and clutch his shoulders. He rides it out with me, fingers stroking through each wave, thumb persuasive on my clit until I’m shaking and sobbing into his chest. “That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead.

My thighs tremble as he withdraws his fingers, glistening with my slick. He lifts them to his mouth and sucks them clean, eyes locked on mine. “Fucking delicious.”

I push him back and drop to my knees on the polished floor. His eyes flare, pupils swallowing the green. “No,” he rasps. “You don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to taste you,” I cut in. “I want to swallow every filthy word you’ve ever planned to whisper in my ear.”

He exhales like I just shot him and threads his fingers through my hair. “You’re a fucking goddess,” he says. His belt comes undone with a metallic clink. I undo his fly, pull his trousers down just enough, and free him from his briefs.

He spills into my hand, thick and hot, veins pulsing. My mouth waters. “Look at you,” I murmur, stroking him.

I lick up the length of his cock, from base to tip, tasting salt and heat. He curses, hips jerking. “Sofiya, fuck.” I take him into my mouth, lips sealing around the head, tongue swirling. He throws his head back against the window, chest heaving. “You look perfect with my dick in your mouth,” he groans. “You’re making me lose my mind.”

I sink deeper, swallowing as much as I can, and hollow my cheeks. His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me. “That’s my good girl.” His voice breaks.

I bob my head, hand pumping what I can’t fit, saliva dripping down my wrist. His hips begin to thrust, fucking my mouth. I look up at him, eyes wide. He curses. “You’re going to kill me.”

I pull back with a gasp, spit shining his length. “Let’s see how you hold up,” I whisper with a grin, then take him deep again, humming. The vibration makes him snarl. “Sofiya, I’m gonna⁠—”

I dig my nails into his thighs, urging him on. He groans, thrusting faster, but a second later, he pulls out and grasps the wall, breathing frantically. I stare at him, mouth parted in a helpless little “O” of pleasure as his lips quirk. “Not so soon, Princess. We’re not done.”