Page 64 of The Bratva's Nanny
“You should stop talking.”
“Why?”
“Because….”
“Because?” I taunted, enjoying watching him grow hard. I was willing to bet that if I touched him right there, between his legs, he'd be big and hard, too. Just for me.
“I won’t take advantage of you.” It was a murmur under his breath, more like a warning to himself than to me.
“But I want you to.” I shut my eyes, imagining his strong, rough hands on my thighs. Touching me, squeezing me, slapping me right where I throbbed and ached for him. “I want your lips on mine, Roman. I want to uncover all those hard layers of yours, to know you, to feel you, to touch you. I want your dick in my mouth.”
My heart flew to my mouth when the car skidded to a stop. And my eyes snapped open, meeting his blistering gaze. Flames, lust, and ardent desire waged a dark storm in his eyes.
“Come here. Now.”
It was an order. One I readily obeyed.
Quietly, I moved from my seat and threw my legs over his, straddling him.
True enough to my internal bet, his erection poked through his pants, brushing against the thin fabric of my thong. I eyed him and rubbed my palm against his hard length. Agitated, I moved my hips, but he kept me still.
“If you regret this in the morning—"
“I won’t. Now stop talking and fucking kiss me already.”
Like a wild beast unleashed from its cage, with the permission to wreak havoc, his fingers went into my hair, and his mouth came crashing down on mine. His kisses were hot and heavy. The way I liked it. We moaned into our mouths, breathing heavily in anticipation of what was yet to come.
He nipped my lip with a sharp bite of his teeth and pulled back, eyes half-lidded when he spoke. “That’s for thinking you can order me around.”
Cupping his cheeks, I kissed him, long and hard. Then, I whispered against his lips, “You boss me around all the time.”
“That’s because I’m your boss.”
I smiled, like an idiot high on infatuation and something else I couldn’t place a finger on. “My boss....”
“Tonight, we’re going to have to skip the ‘my dick your mouth part’. As much as I’d love that, I don’t think I have the patience.”
“You never have the patience.”
He slid his hand under my dress and drew the lacy strings on the thong, undoing them. The fabric came apart, and he tossed it to the passenger’s seat.
He brushed a thumb over my swollen clit with one hand and skillfully unfastened his belt with the other. I flicked my tongue against his lips and relished the rumble of his growl.
Without warning, he plunged a finger inside me, and I arched into him, moaning his name. “Roman.”
He muttered something in Russian, along the lines of, “Solinishko…” and kissed me harder.
My pussy clenched around his finger, and he shoved another inside me, sliding it in next to the first. I floated, then felt like I was flying. I rolled my hips against him, my juices trickling down his fingers.
When his fingers pushed deeper, my breath hitched, and I begged for his dick to be inside me. He jiggled his hand, pressed my clit, and sucked on my nape, pushing me farther and farther away to a land of waterfalls and cracked dams.
“I’m coming.”
“Fuck, no, you’re not,” he rasped and positioned his head above my entrance.
He placed one hand on my hip and thrust forward, his cock sliding between my legs, stretching me out, filling me up.
“Oh—Roman….” I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his jacket as I accommodated his length. “Yes.”