Paying The Bratva’s Debt by Cole, Jagger (best classic books to read .txt) 📕

feel more alive, and more electrified than him. I’ve never felt more dangerous and yet safe.

And it’s all because of him.

I kiss him eagerly as he moves over me and leans down. His soft, perfect lips bruise to mine, taking my breath away. I can feel his hand slip down, gripping my dress and tugging. My mouth doesn’t leave his as I raise my hips, letting him tug the dress higher.

He pushes it all the way up, over my bare skin and breasts. I raise my arms and let him peel it away, before he gathers me into his arms. His mouth crushes to mine again, his hands skimming over my naked skin. I can feel my nipples dragging over his muscled chest, and his powerful arms clutching me possessively.

Viktor pulls away. I pout when he stands from the bed. But then I realize it’s only so he can strip his clothes away. His shirt comes first, and my eyes slide over his chiseled muscles and Bratva tattoos. He loses his pants next, and my eyes drop to the huge bulge tenting his boxers. My heart skips, my desire throbs.

He smirks at me as he hooks his thumbs into the waist of them. He tugs them over his hips and drops them to the floor. My breath catches as his thick, long, enormous cock springs against his abs. Viktor’s eyes find mine as he stalks back onto the bed, moving over me as I tremble with desire.

He kisses my mouth again, demanding my lips. I moan into him, gasping when his mouth drops to my neck. His teeth rake my skin, his tongue and lips coming next to make me squirm and writhe for him. His lips slip to my ear.

“I’m not going to hurt you, printsessa.”

“I know,” I gasp.

He kisses down my body, licking one aching pink nipple and then the other. His mouth teases down over my stomach, and then lower. My breath comes heaving, my hips rising to him.

Viktor pushes me back down with a dark chuckle. “Greedy girl,” he rasps.

But he gives me what I’m so desperate for. His mouth delves between my thighs, and I whimper as his tongue drags through my pussy lips again. Oh my God, I could never get tired of this feeling. My face twists in agonizing pleasure as Viktor’s tongue dances over my pussy. I’m cooing as he licks me slowly, deliberately. He takes me to the edge, leaving me panting as he pulls away.

His lips center over my clit. He sucks gently at the little button while his tongue swirls around it. I cry out, and my hips thrust up against his face. He growls into me, his hands sliding over me to grip my ass and my hips. He pulls me tight to his mouth, his tongue like magic on my clit. I throw my head back, and suddenly I cry out as I start to come for him.

Viktor groans, keeping his tongue on me and slowly licking my clit until I’m squirming beneath him. I gasp as he slides up over me again. I can feel his throbbing cock pulsing against my lips, bare. He looks into my eyes, and I nod slowly. I’m panting as he pushes, letting his shaft slide over my lips. The swollen head pokes up over my mound, dripping hot, sticky liquid onto my skin.

His hands slide down my arms, pinning my wrists to the bed. He leans over me to kiss me again. But he hesitates an inch from my mouth. I whine, moaning as I lean up to close the distance. He growls with a hungry smile and finally gives me what I seek.

He kisses me deeply as he shifts his hips. I feel his head slide between my lips to center at my entrance.

“Viktor…”

“Printsessa…”

“I want you,” I gasp.

“I know.”

He pushes, and I gasp as he slides into me. It’s so fucking big, and I feel a second of pinching feeling. But then it’s gone instantly. The pleasure grows and builds in me, swelling as he sinks into me. His thickness opens me wide as he pushes deep. It feels like it keeps going—like there’s constantly more of him to push into me. Until slowly, he’s all the way in, as deep as he can get.

I moan, panting and gasping for air. His mouth finds mine, kissing me deeply. My legs wrap around his hips, and the huge, dangerous, gorgeous Russian starts to move. He grinds into me and then slowly slides his glistening cock out. He thrusts back in, and I cry out in pleasure.

It feels so slick and wet, and he feels so big, filling me so much. Viktor thrusts into me, and I kiss him deeply. My nails drag down his muscled back as I gasp.

“Viktor… Viktor…” I moan his name over and over like a chant. He thrusts harder, and I feel his control slipping away. I want him to let go. I want him to truly take me and make me all his.

“Don’t hold back,” I moan.

Viktor groans. “I have to.”

I whimper. “No. you don’t.”

“Careful, little girl,” he snarls.

“I’m past being careful.” I lean up and I kiss him feverishly. “Fuck me, Viktor.”

I see the control snap in him. He snarls, and suddenly rams into me. I groan, loving the feel of him letting go. The mix of lust and danger as I see the beast in his eyes makes my body clench in pleasure. He growls and rocks his hips hard, pounding his thickness deep. He ruts into me like an animal. I scream in pleasure as my orgasm flashes through me.

Viktor keeps thrusting, pounding his thick cock into me as I writhe in pleasure. His lips crush to mine, and suddenly, I’m coming again. I throw my head back and arch my back. The pleasure explodes deep in my core as Viktor growls and sinks deep. His teeth drag sharply over my neck, and suddenly he groans.

I feel his cock swelling, throbbing deep