Bratva-Ivan

Lust

Ivan

She watched me strip down to my briefs, eyes wide. And I was starting to see this was a one-sided show. I didn't like that at all.

I stared at her, eyes following every curve of her clothed body. Then she shook her head and stood. Slowly taking her clothes off piece by piece. Finally, she was bare.

And holy fu*k. I was a little tipsy our first night together and it happened fast. But I didn't get to admire her body fully. She was beautiful. Olive skin, perky t*ts that were a perfect handful. Her curvy waist led down to her delicious thighs I wanted around my head. And that's exactly what I was going to do. I walked her back to the bed until she was sitting, and kneeled down. I threw one leg over my shoulder, never breaking eye contact. Then I dove right in. And God did she taste amazing. Sweet. She moaned and that was music to my ears. Such a se*y noise.

I devoured her until her legs started shaking, and her moans became louder. And then it was like a da*n broke. She yelled out, and her goodness saturated my face. I could d*e a happy man. But I wasn't done with her yet.

I lifted her up and laid her back on the pillows, kissing her. Slowly. I wanted her to see how good she tasted.

"Are you on birth control princess?"

"Ya, I'm on the pill. But, um, have you used protection? Like with everyone? Veronica?"

Just the mention of her made me want to go soft, but I managed to reign it in.

"I always wear protection, I promise. But you're the first one I want to feel all of."

I latched onto her neck. Sucking gently. That was definitely going to leave a mark. Good. Everyone would know she was mine. I never left marks on women. Didn't want the assumptions.

She sighed in pleasure. "Ok, I believe you. "

And with that, I aligned myself at her center and pushed in slowly.

Olivia

He entered me slowly and boy was I happy about that. The last time we had s*x I was pretty buzzed, so I guess I forgot how massive he was. This was not normal. I tried to relax around him, but it still stung. Finally, after he was all the way in, he stopped and let me adjust. I opened my eyes, and he was staring right into my eyes. Into my soul if I'm being honest. He leaned down and kissed me. Softly. So soft it was barely there.

Once he felt I had accommodated this thing he calls a pe*is he started moving in and out slowly. Driving me mad. I wanted him to go harder, faster. But I also wanted all of my insides intact later. But the more he plunged into me, the wetter I got. And that was making it less painful with each thrust.

He was kissing and sucking my neck and I couldn't help the moans and gasps escaping me. I dragged my hands down his back and he groaned. Then he started going faster.

"Tell me if I hurt you princess. I've lost any ability to hold back. That's what you do to me. You drive me crazy."

Before I could respond, he was pounding into me. Hard. Fast. Over and over. The headboard slammed into the wall, no doubt making a dent. He took my ni*ple into his mouth and bit down. I arched my back in pleasure. Fu*k that felt good.

I continue to claw him. His arms, chest and back. He obviously loved it. Groaning each time. He kissed me hard, grabbing the back of my head, sucking the air out of me. Eventually, he had both knees up to my chest and this angle made see spots. I had never felt this way before.

Then I shattered. I had no control over the scream that escaped from my chest. My vision blurred with unshed tears. And he fu*ked me through it. And then he came. Hard. Filling me. I could barely move. I felt him leave the bed but didn't have the energy to see where.

How was I going to get up and drag myself to my room? Grow wings I suppose. Maybe crawl? Maybe Ivan would be a dear and carry me?

When he came back he was still as n*ked as the day he was born. God, he was glorious. If I didn't feel like I had my organs rearranged, I'd be tempted to give it another go. Thinking about how my life almost ended via pounding, I felt a warmth rag on my lady bits. I jumped and looked down. He was cleaning me up. He looked like he was concentrating, which was slightly funny. He left the room again, I'm assuming to get rid of the rag.

I sat up and bent over to grab my pants and shirt. I did not want to put them back on, but walking through a mansion full of Bratva members probably wasn't the smartest idea. As soon as I started to put my leg in one of the pants holes, I heard a dark, deep growl behind me.

I jumped. Jesus. My heart nearly stopped. That was an animalistic sound to say the least.

He stepped right up to me until we were practically touching. Skin on skin. I wanted to rub my hands up his massive chest, but I held back.

He tilted his head. "Where the hell do you think you're going, princess?"

What? "Um. To my, uh room?"

"The fu*k you are."

He grabbed me and launched us onto his bed. I was so shocked I gasped. He flipped me over and brought the covers over me. Then he spooned me from behind and buried his face in my neck, inhaling.

"It's too late, princess. You've dug your claws into me. The first time might have been a mistake, but this time I know you felt it. "

I wasn't sure if he meant his giant meat pole or feelings. And Lord knows I was trying to suppress those feelings. But he was right. I cared for him more than I'd like to admit. Although I was pis*ed at the beginning, the thought of being with Daniel, in his bed, him touching me, bea*ing me. Made me sick. And I guess I never realized how powerful the Bratva was. Of course, I didn't know all the ins, Ivan had reach all over the world. From France, to the Italian Mafia, all the way to Mexico even. So ya, I felt pretty safe. And he made me smile. Alot.

Ivan

Watching her pick up her clothes piece by piece like some common one-night stand pis*ed me off. She was more than that.

I wasn't sure how this obsession with her grew. I was never into woman for more than s*x. Didn't find a need. They were emotional and quite frankly not to be trusted.

But Olivia was different. I could tell. Sure she got jealous tonight and tried to play the reverse uno, which worked, but I think it just showed me she did care. She tried to resist but it was futile. She felt something. The way she let me fu*k her made my ego grow like crazy. She loved it. And I saw the look in her eyes. The look she always tries to hide when we make eye contact.

So ya I was falling for her. But I know she would want to take it slow, and it was probably for the best, but it was going to be difficult for me. Now I tasted her. Again. Bad idea princess.

Olivia

It was just lust right? Yeah, that's what it was. I mean I cared about him, but I was just going to get my heart broken. I knew whatever he and Veronica had wasn't over. Or was it?

I didn't know anymore. The s*x was amazing. And he didn't let me leave. He held me like I would disappear.

The next day I had to talk to him. He was messing with my head. He has been busy with work lately. Which I wasn't mad about, I mean he's Pakhan. Of course, he's busy running a billion dollar empire.

He insisted on buying me things which made me uncomfortable. I wanted to work so badly. So I looked for jobs online. I finally found one doing data entry for a hospital. Flexible hours so I could still focus on school, but I would be making my own money.

I heard him come home about an hour ago. I had one last essay to finish, and then I would go talk to him. Update him on my new job and talk about whatever the he*l was going on with us.

I figured he'd be in his office. I knocked and waited for him to call me in. Then I heard it. A woman's voice. Veronica. I put my ear to the door and listened.

"Come on Ivan. I know you want me. I'm destined to be your queen. She's trash. Used up cartel trash." Then silence. And more silence. He wasn't even trying to defend me.

Fu*k this.

I threw the door open and boy was the sight before me something else.

Veronica naked. Sprawled out on Ivan's desk. Legs spread. And Ivan. Sitting on his throne. Hair disheveled and shirt unbuttoned.

Knew it. Fu*king knew it. Why I trusted him was beyond me. i***t.

I smiled. I probably looked like a psychopath. I strutted in and stood in front of him. His eyes were as wide as saucers.

SMACK

My hand flew across his face before it even registered in my brain. Veronica gasped dramatically putting her hand over her mouth.

I stormed out not waiting for whatever bulls*it he was about to spew. I immediately called Yelena. Blinking back the tears.

"Hey baby, what's up?"

"Can you please come get me? I need to get out of here."

"Honey, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you once I'm out of here. Just please come get me."

"I'm on my way." I hung up the phone and headed towards the front door. Belongings be da*ned. Suddenly Mikhail appeared out of thin air. I swear that guy was a spirit.

"Hey chica where you headed to?"

I wanted to smack the sh*t out of him, but it wasn't his fault his boss was a wh*ar.

"Touch me Mikhail and I'll break your fingers. Yelena is coming to get me. Leave me alone and tell your boss to not come looking for me. I'll be safe at the MC."

He looked shocked. Trying to read my face, he gave up and nodded, stepping out of my way.

Smart man.