Bratva-Mikhail

Forgiving

Mikhail

Janis' eyes widened. I didn’t mean to scare her but I was serious when I said I wasn’t leaving her alone. And that also meant no man would be touching her. And I was going to show her the proof I had.

I grabbed her by the waist and swung her over my shoulder.

“Mikahil! Put me down!” She struggled under my arm so I smacked her a*s. Hard. Hard enough that she clenched those beautiful cheeks.

“Whiz! I need you to show my girl here something.”

“I’m not your girl Mikhail! I told you I needed space!”

“Sorry sweetheart, plans changed.”

Whiz didn’t hesitate and I followed him to his office. His office was a nerds dream. Monitors lined the walls, computer systems beyond my comprehension. But boy was I glad to have that nerd around. He did a lot for us. Bratva and the MC.

He knew exactly what I wanted to show her. So I carefully sat her down in a chair in front of the monitors while Whiz worked. She huffed like a pis*ed off child but I didn’t care. She could be a brat all she wanted. I’d remember this later.

“So first off, I looked through the entire tablet Samantha had. There were tons of videos.” He cleared his throat and looked at me. I nodded for him to continue.

“Some videos were of him and Samantha, dated back to 6 months ago. Hidden camera on the TV. The time stamps are legit. I’m not going to play them but this still shows the date and time. Notice the font.”

She nodded and Whiz continued.

“She also filmed you and Mikhail’s, private moments. I bet that bi*ch was pissed.” He laughed but stopped as soon as I shot him a look.

“Why did she film us? Why would she want to see that?”

I knew exactly why. “Because she was a sick bit*h. And probably would have used them against you. Trying to paint you as some gold digger.”

“So anyways, here’s the still of the video she showed you. Notice the font. Same camera but the font isn’t the same. She covered it using a video editor with a recent date. I was able to reverse it and it dates back almost two years ago.”

I looked at Janis and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Fu*k.

“I’ll leave you guys alone. Let me know if you need anything else brother.” I shook his hand and he stepped out, closing the door behind him.

Janis

I officially saw the proof. I should have known better. I mean I didn’t even give him a chance. I just left. And look what happened.

I could have heard him out. Listened to what he had to say and what Whiz could have found. But I ran. Like a coward. And we would probably never be the same.

I looked down at my hands. Unable to look into his eyes. I hurt him. Badly. And all he asked was for me to listen to him.

“Sweetheart look at me. I’m not doing this to hurt you, I just want you. Need you. Please give us another chance. You know I can’t give you space. I’m a lunatic.”

I looked up shocked and he was smiling . Ugh. As*hole. He knew I couldn’t resist that dimpled smile.

I stood and walked over to him. Placing both hands on his chest. I must be fu*king deprived of actual physical contact because feeling those muscles made my mouth water. And he knew it.

“Fu*k giving you space, either I take you upstairs and fu*k you against the wall or we go back to the house and I remind you what we had.”

I clenched my thighs together.

“My apartment? I don’t want people hearing us.”

“Oh people will hear us either way. Come on sweetheart.”

Mikhail

The ride to her apartment was tense. Se*ual tension that is. I had thoughts in my head that would make a po*nstar blush.

When we finally arrived my di*k was fighting for air. I’m surprised I made it to the apartment. I would have taken her in the middle of the road if need be.

As soon as the door shut behind her, I was on her. All teeth and lips. Her shirt didn’t stand a chance. And her pants? Well I was ready to cut them off. Luckily, she beat me to it. Within seconds she was naked. Fu*k she was gorgeous. Healing bruises lined her ribs and I flinched. Running my hands over them her breath hitched.

“He’s alive right now. But he won’t be for long. Until you decide what to do to him. Until then I’ll show you how to be loved.” And with that I practically pushed her to the bedroom.

I shoved her into the bed and started unbuckling my belt. I stalked towards her holding my belt. Her eyes darkened and I knew right then and there that she needed this. Needed to be touched by a man who loved her. Who wouldn’t cause her pain and fear. I grasped her arms and pushed them above her head, tying the belt around the headboard.

“You never run from me again you understand? We talk things out. No assuming, no believing everyone else. I’ll tie you to my bed every night if it means keeping you.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry, Mikhail. I really am. I was so heartbroken and wasn’t thinking clearly and it almost made me lose you, and my life.”

“You never would have lost me sweetheart. Never. I never would have stopped looking for you.”

I slammed my lips into hers and continued stripping. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had waited too long to feel her. Taste her. I immediately dropped down to her pu*sy and dove in. She tasted exactly how remembered. Perfect. Her moans urged me on and I nibbled on her cl*t. Her legs clamped down around my head like a vice. I continued my assault and finally felt her legs start to shake. She let out the most beautiful moan followed by panting, and lastly a scream that could have broke glass. Her juices flooded my beard and it took everything in me not to c*m like a teenage boy right then and there.

After I finished drinking her up, I hovered over her, kissing her senseless and letting her taste herself. My di*k practically slid into her wet warmth and I shoved my hips forward, She gasped which quickly turned into a moan. Slamming into her over and over I was barely holding myself together. But I didn’t want it to end. I never wanted it to end. This woman I loved had unraveled me.

Janis

I pulled at the belt that tied me to the headboard. I so badly wanted to feel his chest, those massive arms. But this feeling was intense. Me helpless, the man I loved, the one who risked everything to find me, fu*king me like I was going to disappear again.

He started to untie me with determination on his face, sweat trickling down his temples. “On your knees, sweetheart. Don’t think I forgot about your pouting back there.”

Oh sh*t.

I scrambled onto my knees and he shoved my back down, planting my head on the mattress. Before I had a chance to think his giant hand slammed against my a*s. I yelped and he smoothed the pain out.

“Tell me if I push you too far sweetheart. But I need to punish you. For bratting me, for leaving. For thinking for one fu*king second, I’m not crazy in love with you.”

I didn’t want him to hold out. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me like that. And frankly, him spanking me was making my juices flow down my thighs.

“I believe you, I love you Mikhail.”

And that open the flood gates. He slammed into me harder. Every time he withdrew his hand came down on my a*s. Over and over again. I gripped the sheets like it would somehow still me. I came so many times I lost count. My head was fuzzy and my a*s felt numb. Then I heard a roar rip from his chest, his release flooding me. Thank fu*k he’s fixed or we would most likely be reproducing right now.

I collapsed into the mattress, him now far behind. The comfort of his weight on me made me drift off.

When I woke up, I felt his hands and some kind of amazing cream massaging my a*s.

“Sleep sweetheart, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

I didn’t need to hear anything else. I embraced sleep. Feeling the covers over my naked body and his soothing words in my ear I was all I needed.