Hunted By The Bratva Beast: A Bratva Stalker/Captive Romance by Jagger Cole (books to read in your 20s .txt) 📕

My body feels like it’s floating. My head swims as I try and connect the pieces, and to process the impossible. My lungs refuse to work, and I just stare at him in utter disbelief. But slowly, it all starts to flood back. And in my mind, if I focus hard and brush away the blood, sweat, and dirt, I suddenly place Kostya’s face.

“You,” I breathe.

“Innocence saved a lost soul that day, Nina,” he says quietly.

I start to cry. The sob wrenches from my throat as I slowly shake my head. Because quite suddenly, it’s all flooding back.

“You…” I choke. “Bogdan, my stepfather. It was you that day.”

“Yes,” he groans. He reaches for my hand. I grasp his firmly, our fingers intertwining. My pulse thuds in my ears and throbs against my skin. I struggle to breath as it all spins.

“Kostya,” I whisper.

“You could have run, Nina” he says quietly.

“I—”

“You should have.”

When he growls and pulls me down into his lap, I fall willingly. I moan as I sink into him, my hands sliding over his bare chest and shoulders. I whimper, looking him in the eyes as we sit there, frozen.

But then his big hand slides into my hair. He grips it in a fist as my pulse surges. Suddenly, he yanks me into him, and I moan as my mouth crushes to his.

14

Kostya

Kissing her the first time was a promise. The second time, it’s a vow.

I groan as she sinks into my lap. My lips crush to hers, demanding them—devouring her mouth. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing the t-shirt with it. It bunches at her waist, and she gasps into my mouth.

I kiss her deeply, feverishly—swallowing her moans as she writhes against me. One of my hands stays on her hip, gripping her, my thumb dangerously close to her pussy. The other hand slides up her back. My fingers tangle in her long hair, wrapping it in a fist.

Nina moans desperately as my mouth falls to her neck. My teeth drag across her throat. My hand tugs her hair, pulling her head back as she gasps eagerly. My hand squeezes her hip and slides around to grip her ass. My muscles coil and tighten, and my heavy, thick cock surges hard against the heat between her legs.

“Kostya,” she purrs. I suck and nibble at her neck. I growl as the hand on her ass turns to grip the oversized shirt. I shove it up her body, up over her stomach and then her full tits. I groan when she presses against my bare chest—skin-to-skin—her curves against my chiseled muscles. Her nipples drag like points across my chest, and Nina gasps deeply.

I pull away from tasting her skin just enough to tug the shirt over her head. Her hair tumbles across her face and mine. But I’m quickly pushing it aside as my mouth eagerly presses back to hers.

I growl into her lips, sucking the lower one with a hunger before I move lower. Down her chin, her jaw, her neck. Nina threads her fingers through my hair as I slide my mouth lower, down her chest. I kiss and suck over the slope of one of her tits. And when I suck a nipple between my lips, she jolts like I’ve shocked her.

She moans desperately as I swirl my tongue over the pink bud before I move to the other. My hands slide lower, teasing over her ribs, squeezing her body, and gripping it possessively. I cup her ass, gripping it tight as I rock her against my thick erection. Nina’s breath catches.

“Fuck, Kostya…”

“I can feel how wet you are for me, little one,” I snarl into her skin. “Through my jeans, through your panties. I can feel how warm and eager your little cunt is for me.”

She trembles and moans. She grabs my face and kisses me eagerly, taking charge. She’s so small in my arms that the sudden power shift is almost adorable. But soon enough, she’s mine again.

My hands grip her ass, and my muscles clench. She pulls away from my lips with a gasp as she feels me lift her up. My mouth slides down her body, over her tits, down her stomach as I raise her up. Her tummy caves beneath my lips, but I keep going lower.

“I—I’ve never—”

“I know,” I growl into her hip. My hands are gripping her ass, and I slide a thumb under the strip of panty between her legs. For the very first time, I feel her hot little pussy, and I groan in anticipation of having more. I can feel how slick and dripping wet she is—how velvety soft her lips are against my thumb.

Ignoring the pain from my wounds, I whirl with her in my arms. She coos eagerly as I push her back across the bed and grip the front of her panties in my hands. I yank them down to her knees, then the rest of the way off, until she’s utterly naked and open before my hungry gaze and throbbing hard cock.

I pause, my pulse racing. My eyes slide over her, devouring every fucking inch of her beauty—every curve, every crevice, every goosebump on her skin. But then, I can’t hold back another moment.

I drop to my knees on the floor and grip her thighs in my hands. I shove them wide apart and push my head between them. She whimpers at the feel of my hot breath on her bare cunt. But then, I’m not teasing anymore.

My mouth covers her pussy, and she shrieks in pleasure. My tongue drags purposefully through her lips, parting them as it flicks over her clit. I groan deeply at the honey-sweet taste of her little pussy—the way she instantly floods my chin with her cream.

My cock surges between my legs, and then I truly start to taste her.

“Kostya!” She cries out as my tongue plunges into her. I’m not gentle. I’m not delicate. I devour her pussy.