Page 105 of Bratva and Betrayal: Kirill

“I’m very real, and you’re about to find out how real I am,” he whispers and kisses each scar again. “Enough talking.”

Kissing me, Kirill lifts me up and brings me to the bed. He drops me into the unmade sea of blankets. Naked, he crawls over me.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he growls and swipes his fingers through my folds. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Oh, God.” I arch my back and lift my hips.

“You might be right.” Two fingers slide deep inside me. “I may not fit.”

I lift my head up. “What?”

“Spread your legs wider. I’m gonna make it fit.” His pumping fingers are punctuated with the sound of my very wet arousal.

“Kirill, I feel like… I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby.” He pumps me faster, his thumb circling my clit.

When his tongue joins in, I cry out as I come hard. My hips pivot up and down on the bed, absorbing the shock of pleasure.

“God, yes.” He sits back and fists his cock. “Sandrine, I want to fuck you bare.”

“I’m not on birth control.” I rear up, unsure if I should or even can deny him.

“I can work around that.” He fists himself up and down. “I want us to start talking about having more children soon. I need a son.”

A part of me resents that, but it’s quickly squashed when I realize I lost all my memories of being pregnant with Violet. Of seeing Kirill change from dangerous gangster 24/7 to being a loving father. Watching him watch me grow with his child.

“One year,” I whisper. “Let me have you and Violet for one year. I missed the last five.”

“One year, moya zhena.” He smiles wickedly, pushing the head of his cock to kiss my entrance. “Fuck, that’s wet.”

“I want you inside me, Kirill.”

He slides his cock up and down my slit, and uses the head to massage my clit. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

“Please.” I can come so easily from this friction.

“Ah, begging. That gets me even harder.” Holding his cock, he enters me in one brutal thrust.

Eyes flickering, he mutters, “Christ, Sandrine.” He widens his knees and grips my hips. “Hold on.”

He starts a rhythm that slowly drives me crazy. His head thrown back and mouth open, he angles his cock to hit me in a place that makes me go insane.

“I fucking forgot how good you feel.” He slows down, sliding all the way out, and then back in. Deep. “Take my cock. Take it.”

I meet him thrust for thrust. And when my womb contracts, he keeps pumping, extending my pleasure while holding off his orgasm.

“God, that’s so good. Feeling you come around my cock.” He breathes heavily in between moans. “Fuck.”

He pulls out, but slides the base against my wetness. An eruption of pearly cum spills over the head and down his hand. There’s so much.

I’ve heard women talk about men who are supposed to last for hours. Maybe with condoms. But Kirill went feral being inside me. I love that he fell apart for me. That he let go.

Next, he’s kissing me. “Give me a minute.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

He lifts his head. “Leave where? It’s my house.”