Bratva Prince (Bratva Series Book 2)

Okay. Deep, calm breaths, Drea. In and out. One, two. That’s it. Ignore the big, brooding asshole behind you. Just focus on the task at hand.

I ran my wet, soapy hands over my body, trying desperately to keep them from shaking as I cleaned myself. I could feel Aleksandr’s eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze burning me from the inside out despite the cool water running over me.

Why did I have to be so attracted to him? It wasn’t fair.

I should have known running would be a wasted attempt, but I had to try. And he’d proved exactly why I wouldn’t be going anywhere unless he permitted it. The damn brute was quick for such a big guy.

When I first realised there were no doors on the showers, I was livid. I knew there had to be some sort of catch. That Aleksandr didn’t just decide to let me take a shower out of the goodness of his heart (because I was pretty sure he didn’t fucking have one). That catch? Watching me the entire time.

That wasn’t even what pissed me off the most though. What pissed me off the most was that I wanted him to watch me. Having a man like Aleksandr—all that power and strength, that dominating gaze and masculine energy—focused on me was the biggest adrenaline rush I’d ever had before. Not to mention the fact that my body was still buzzing from our fight earlier.

My pussy was dripping for him, for the hungry look he gave me when I took off my bra. He had a very good poker face, but even he wasn’t able to hide the look of pure want and need flaring in his eyes. From clenching his fists like he was fighting to keep his hands off me.

It made me feel…powerful. That I could affect this man to the point that his body shook, his teeth grinding, was euphoric.

I didn’t know why, but for some reason I had the feeling I wasn’t his usual type. I bet he was into the tall, leggy ones. With model-like bodies and elegantly good looks. The classy, stuck-up type.

That was so not me.

I was the rough-and-tumble type. The down and dirty, if-you-piss-me-off-I’ll-shove-my-foot-up-your-ass type.

My entire body was covered in ink, except for my face. My mother made me promise not to get any tattoos there because she said, and I quote, “You have the face of an angel, don’t ruin it with those hideous images”.

Que eye roll.

My mother was old school. She hated tattoos, piercings, coloured hair. Anything out of the norm really.

I was the complete opposite of the prim and proper type Aleksandr was probably used to. And yet his eyes hadn’t left my body once.

I ducked my head under the stream of water. God. It felt so good. You don’t realise how much you miss something until it is taken away from you. Like the luxury of showering once a day.

I rolled my neck from side to side, letting the water flow down my back. The pressure was amazing.

“Two minutes,” Aleksandr barked from behind me.

I scowled. I’d almost managed to forget the bastard was even there. I glanced over my shoulder as subtly as I could.

Yep, he was still looking at me. His eyes were plastered to my ass. I turned back around to hide my smirk. All those long hours at the gym were totally paying off.

Mischievousness shot through me. I wanted to play. To tease. To fuck with Aleksandr, like he’d done me. I still wasn’t sure why he really wanted to watch me shower. Was it a power move of some sort to show how little control I had? Or was it more like a dare? To see if I had the cojones to do it?

Either way, it was my turn to mess with him. Tussling with him had ramped up my sexual needs and I was dying to get off. I liked things rough. Hard. I liked to fight, punch, kick, scream while my partner fought to keep me down. Even though I had been trying to escape, feeling Aleksandr’s body on mine as he pinned me to the ground was fucking amazing. Irritating because I was trying to get away, but amazing at the same time.

Fucking hell. These conflicting feelings were really fucking with me.

I’d never once wished I was normal with vanilla sexual desires. But now I wished I was, because then I wouldn’t be so turned on by his dominance.

I turned on my side so he had a perfect view of what I was doing. I slowly ran my hands down my body, starting from my neck, down over my breasts, giving them both a hard squeeze that had me tipping my head back as pleasure soared through me.

I loved having my tits played with. The piercings on both nipples just accentuated the pleasure.

I looked at Aleksandr out of the corner of my eye. He was stiff as a board. So stiff I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. His gaze was locked on my hands as I walked my fingers down my stomach slowly, heading straight for my pussy.

“Thirty seconds,” Aleksandr growled, his teeth bared and fists clenched. The veins in the side of his neck bulged, throbbing with all the restraint it was taking for him not to move.

I couldn’t help the devious smile curving on my lips. Thirty seconds was more than enough time for what I had planned.

I lightly ran my fingers over my clit, a shudder rolling through me. Pleasure soared inside me and I moaned.

Fuck, I was so pent up. With Aleksandr’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my body, the water running over my hyper-sensitive skin and fingers lightly touching my clit, I was already embarrassingly close to cumming.

I’d always been a very sexual person. I wasn’t shy in the slightest. And if I’m being honest, this wasn’t even the first time I’d done something like this, pleasured myself in front of someone else. I wasn’t what you’d call a ‘Sex Addict’—at least not officially. But I was definitely close to it. I loved sex. Thought about it a lot, did it a lot… whenever the situation presented itself really. I was free with my sexuality. I never hid that adventurous aspect of my personality.

My skin was on fire, my breathing rapid. Having Aleksandr’s complete and undivided attention was the ultimate high. It made me feel powerful. Wanted. Like I was the only woman in the world.

In reality, I knew I should hate him. Hate what he did and how I ended up here. But right now, I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit about any of it. Not when Aleksandr was looking at me like he wanted nothing more than to throw me to the ground and fuck me until I couldn’t walk, couldn’t think.

I’d deal with the consequences later.

“Time’s up. Get out or I’ll drag you out,” Aleksandr snapped, taking a step forward.

With complete nonchalance, I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing my towel from the bench. I gave Aleksandr a full-frontal view as I dabbed myself with casual aloofness, like he wasn’t even in the room.

His eyes flicked to my pussy and a frown formed on his face.

I knew why. He wasn’t sure if he was actually seeing what he was seeing.

He was.

Along with the multitude of piercings I had all over my body—ears, eyebrow, tongue, belly button, tits—I also had my clit pierced.

Out of all the tats and piercings I’d had done, that one was definitely the worst, the most painful. But man, was it worth it. Not only did it accentuate the pleasure, but guys went crazy over it.

Aleksandr tilted his head, eyes still locked on the tiny bit of metal he could glimpse between my thighs.

I lightly ran the towel through my hair as I walked towards him, adding a bit of an extra sway to my hips. I had no idea what I was doing. At this point, I was running on pure animal instincts. The teasing show I put on for him had only increased my own arousal, wanting him to touch me. Kiss me. Grab me with such ferociousness, it left bruises on my skin. On my soul.

Aleksandr watched me, a dark, predatory look in his eyes. He didn’t move, still standing in front of the door. His muscular, broad shoulders spanned the entire width of the door, drawing even more attention to his gargantuan size.

I stopped in front of him. Our eyes locked. Sexual tension crackled between us with the force of a lightning strike, burning my insides. He was so goddamn hot. Those blazing blue eyes. That jaw. The sharp, sculpted lines of his face.

I walked my fingers from one side of his chest to the other, feeling nothing but hard, firm muscles. “Enjoy the show?” I whispered, running my tongue over my bottom lip before catching it with my teeth.

His nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with a quick breath. His hand snapped around my wrist, halting my movements. “I’ve had better,” he rumbled deeply.

I arched an eyebrow, not at all offended. He probably had. My eyes flicked to the raging hard on in his pants and back up. “Little Aleksandr seemed to like it.”

He stepped into my space so his cock pressed tightly against my stomach. “There’s nothing little about me.”

I held in the moan that threatened to slip free. Dear lord. He wasn’t freaking kidding. Every inch of him was hard, toned muscles. Firm. Defined. And his cock? Based on the length and width of it, it was huge. Just like the rest of him.

All I wanted was for him to force me to my knees and choke me with it.

Somehow, Aleksandr knew my head was filled with dirty, depraved thoughts. Maybe it was the look on my face that gave me away. Or maybe it was the fact that I had inadvertently started rubbing up against him.

Whatever it was, it made him snap.

He growled and gripped my throat with his free hand, spinning us until my back slammed into the wall next to the door. My toes scraped the floor as he held me up by my throat alone, the pressure perfect. It wasn’t too tight, cutting off my ability to breathe, but just tight enough to make my head swim. It was…exquisite. Just how I liked it.

“Be careful, malyshka.” He leaned forward until we were nose to nose, his breath fanning over my face. “I’m not the kind of man you play around with.”

“What if I wanna play?” I licked at his lips playfully.

He inhaled sharply, his eyes closing.

What was I doing? This was crazy. I was crazy. Aleksandr was the enemy. He killed my men. Strapped me to a chair in his torture dungeon for almost a week. But none of that dimmed the overwhelming attraction I felt towards him. Sometimes that was how attraction worked though. You could hate someone’s guts and still want to fuck their brains out.

By touching myself in front of him, I’d opened the gates to allow my arousal for him to run rampant. Right now, I didn’t give a shit about anything but satisfying the burning, all-consuming craving I had for him and his body.

Aleksandr’s eyes snapped open, burning with lust. “You can’t handle me. I’d break a little thing like you.”

I gave him a cheeky smirk. “That’s fine. I don’t mind being broken. As long as you put me back together.” And then I smashed my lips to his.

He kissed me back for all of three seconds before he ripped his mouth away. “No.” He flexed his hand around my throat, warning me not to move again. “You haven’t earned the right to kiss me yet.”

A shudder rolled through me. I squirmed, clenching my thighs together to try and relieve the pressure building in my pussy.

Yes. Yes. Make me earn it.

He let go of my throat and my feet flattened on the floor. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me back towards the showers. There was nothing soft or gentle about his hold. It was rough. Forceful. Exactly what I wanted.

Aleksandr manoeuvred me right where he wanted me, standing with my back to the showers, my front to the wooden bench seat. He grabbed a fresh towel from the shelf and laid it out on the ground behind me.

Goosebumps pebbled on my skin, anticipation zinging through me. I had no idea what was going on, what Aleksandr had planned, and I didn’t care. I was so excited I could barely stand still, my body trembling.

Aleksandr brushed against me as he walked around me and took a seat on the wooden bench directly in front of me. “Sit down and spread your legs,” he commanded.

I sat down on the towel and did as he ordered.

“Wider.”

I spread my legs until I felt a slight sting from stretching them out too far. My heart thumped so hard I could feel it in my ears, like it was going to explode out of my chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I was completely exposed, open for him, my whole body on display for his perusal.

He tilted his head to the side, eyes running over every inch of my skin. A curious expression flashed across his face at the piercing dangling from my clit. Heat burned in his gaze. He placed both hands on the bench behind him and leaned back, his muscles bunching, threatening to tear through his shirt as he supported his weight.

He nodded towards my pussy. “Finish what you started.”

I frowned. “What? I—” realisation dawned on me. He wanted me to pleasure myself. While he watched.

Considering his current position, it gave him a front row seat to the show.

My lips curved with devious excitement. I drifted my hands down my chest, grasping my breasts and pinching my nipples. My head rolled back as a moan slipped free. I continued further down, brushing my fingers over my clit. I tugged lightly on my piercing and bit my lip to smother my cry of pleasure.

Aleksandr watched with unwavering focus, his pupils dilating, his breaths deepening. His hands moved and gripped the edge of the seat near his thighs, the wood groaning under the bulk of his strength. It was as if he was using it to hold himself back. To keep himself still. To stop himself from reaching forward and taking control.

“You like to watch?” I breathed, my hips moving in slow circles, swirling and swirling as I chased the orgasm that was fast approaching.

“I like to do lots of things,” he answered absentmindedly. His gaze was fixed entirely on my movements, like I was the most riveting thing in the world.

Having him in front of me, all of his attention focused solely on me made me even hotter, my skin burning.

“Yeah? Like what? Tell me.”

Those crystal blue eyes flicked up to my face. “Why?”

“I like your voice.” Every time he talked, every word he said pushed me closer and closer to the edge. His accent. That rough deep voice…

My legs began to shake, my pleasure soaring.

Oh, God.

I was already close from before, and now—

“You want to hear what I like to do, malyshka? How I like to fuck? What turns me on?”

My fingers moved faster over my clit. My pussy clenched, desperate for something to grasp. I pushed two fingers inside, whimpering and moaning as my orgasm drew closer.

Aleksandr sucked air between his clenched teeth, palming his cock through his grey sweats.

It looked big and thick, and I desperately wanted to get my hands on it. Feel it inside me as he held me down and fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

“You want to hear about all the nasty, depraved things I’ve thought about doing to you?” Aleksandr growled, so much want and lust burning in his eyes it set my whole body on fire. “About how I imagined you choking on my cock, tears streaming down that pretty face of yours until I shoot my cum down your throat? Until you’re drowning in it?”

My orgasm was there. Right there. So close. I could see it. Taste it. I just needed—

“Or maybe you want to hear about how I chase you. Hunt you. Throw you down and fuck you while I call you my good, dirty little fuck toy?”

That did it. White-hot pleasure shot up my spine, spreading through every nerve inside me as my back bowed, my pussy rippling around my fingers. I moaned long and deep, tugging on my clit piercing again to prolong the pleasure. My body trembled, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

And then I was weightless, surrounded on all sides by hard, toned muscles.

Aleksandr hauled me off the ground and into his lap. His hands were in my hair, on my ass, digging deep into my skin as he latched his mouth to mine. Our teeth clashed, tongues fighting with one another in an all-consuming, mind-numbing kiss.

Aleksandr’s hungry growl vibrated down my throat. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured against my lips. “Are you sweet everywhere?” His hand fluttered down and he cupped my pussy roughly, fingers delving inside.

I squealed in delight, grinding myself against him.

He pulled them out far too quickly and I whined, desperate to have them back where they belonged. He brought them up to his lips and eyes firmly locked on mine, ran his tongue from the bottom to the top of his fingertips.

“Mmm, definitely sweet all over.” He rubbed them against my lips, coating them in my wetness before he kissed me again. Harder. More savage.

His hands cupped my ass and he rubbed me against him, the friction from his pants and cock against my pussy making me moan. My hands delved into his hair, nails scraping along his scalp.

He groaned, kissing me with more force.

I was ready, so ready for him to take me. Fuck me. Own me. I never needed anything more than I needed Aleksandr to make me his. To fuck me so hard it left a mark on my body and soul.

“I want to hear you scream,” he rumbled, biting and nipping his way across my jaw, down my neck. His teeth gripped one of my nipple piercings and tugged.

I cried out in shock, pain and pleasure melding together, spreading out over my chest.

“More.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. His hand palmed my free breast, fingers pulling and yanking on the piercing at the same time he sucked and sucked on the nipple in his mouth.

“Yes, yes. Oh, dios. Que bueno, que bueno,” Oh god. So good, so good. My words switched from English to Spanish without conscious thought. With his lips on me, my pussy grinding against his cock, and all those strong, solid muscles surrounding me, my mind was frazzled. The only thing I could think about was the pleasure shooting through me.

“You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you? Responsive, so responsive.” He rammed three fingers inside and I screamed at the rough invasion. “And tight. Scream. Scream for me, malyshka.”

I was close, ready to explode all over again. “Aleksandr,” I moaned, dragging out his name. Almost there. Only a few-yes, yes—

The door burst open. “Zander, you in here? You’ve got-”

I froze, my whole body locking up. Over Aleksandr’s shoulder, I saw his brother standing frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide, mouth dropped open in shock.

Aleksandr clutched me closer to him, head whipping to the side. “Out!”

“But there’s-someone’s—”

“Out now, Lukyan!”

He left, slamming the door behind him.

An awkward silence lingered in the air. My arousal was still there, slightly deflated now—but still, it was there. I leaned back, looking into Aleksandr’s eyes. They were wild. Feral. Animalistic. Like a man starved for more.

Knocking echoed into the room. “Zander, you’re really gonna want to get out here.” The muffled voice called out.

Aleksandr snarled, frustration lining his face. He banded one arm around my waist and stood, holding me to him as he got to his feet. He slowly set me on my feet, my body caressing his on the way down. “Get dressed,” he barked harshly, heading towards the door.

I pursed my lips, watching him walk away. I wasn’t expecting some grand, heartfelt romantic gesture. Aleksandr wasn’t exactly the type. But nothing? Not even a slap on the ass or a sexy smirk to acknowledge what happened between us?

Rude.

I picked up my clothes, frowning.

Where is my underwear?

I got down on my hands and knees, looking under the seat. Nothing. Frown deepening, my head swivelled from side to side, scanning the floor.

What the fuck?

They were nowhere in sight. It was like they’d just disappeared.

“Come on, hurry it up.” Aleksandr crossed his arms over his chest, an impatient look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses.” I quickly put on what clothes I did have, still looking for my underwear. It wasn’t like I was going to wear them. That would have been unhygienic. But still, it was weird they just seemed to vanish into thin air.

When I joined Aleksandr at his side, he opened the door, and we made our way out. His brother sat on the edge of the giant boxing ring, legs swinging back and forth. Apart from him and some woman hovering at the entrance of the warehouse, the place was empty.

Aleksandr didn’t acknowledge either of them as he led me back through the maze of machines, heading back to my prison. His brother smirked, waggling his fingers at me in greeting. I frowned slightly, giving him an awkward half-wave in return. He winked.

The woman was far less friendly. She glared at me, hostile energy coming off her in waves. She was beautiful. Tall. Slim. Dark-haired. Clear, porcelain skin. I had no idea who she was, or what I’d done to make her look at me like she wanted to stab me in the eye.

And I didn’t care. Whatever her problem was, was her problem. Not mine.

As Aleksandr led me back down into the pits of hell, an awkward silence hung between us, one I had no intention of filling. If he wanted to ignore what happened and pretend like we weren’t just a second away from fucking the shit out of each other, then fine.

My eyes roamed over his body. Over those broad shoulders and the ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it. I was hoping the attraction I felt towards him, this burning need to touch him, feel him, would dissipate after cumming in front of him. But it hadn’t. If anything, it was even more ferocious.

I was still so fucking hungry for him.

When Aleksandr opened the door to my ‘room’, I paused, hesitating in the doorway. This was the longest I’d spent out of the cuffs since I got here. I didn’t want to go back to being locked up, unable to move. Stretch out my arms or legs. It was unbearable.

I took a step back, shaking my head. No. I wasn’t going to be locked up, tied down again.

Aleksandr clamped a hand around my wrist, stopping me. Something flashed in his eyes. I’d almost say it was concern, but the more I thought about it, the more ridiculous that seemed.

“You’re going to have to drag me kicking and screaming if you want me back in that chair. I’m not getting cuffed again without a damn fight.” I squared my shoulders, trying to make myself taller, more authoritative. Determination snapped my spine straight. I would fight him, even though I knew I didn’t stand a chance in hell.

Aleksandr stared at me, one brow hiked up ever so slightly. He looked over his shoulder into the room and back to me. He exhaled softly.

When he started pulling me along forcefully, I fought against him. Then he abruptly let me go, making me stumble just as I stepped into the room.

“Behave, malyshka,” he warned, darkness dripping from his tone. “You cause any trouble and being cuffed to a chair will be the least of your concerns.” He slammed the door in my face, leaving me free.