Bratva Boss

by Flora Ferrari

I felt myself flush, and my pulse quickened as I darted my eyes up to meet his. "Isn't there somewhere we could go. Here."

  Valentin's eyes darkened with lust, zoning in on mine with a sudden, fierce intensity. "Don't tease me, Mia. You'll be sorry."

  I bit my lower lip, and slowly rose up onto my tiptoes to kiss at the shell of his ear, dropping my voice to a ragged whisper. "What if I'm not teasing?"

  I couldn't keep the smile off my face as Valentin pulled me close, Valentin bowed, extending his hand to me, and I laughed as I took it. With his arm raised over my head, he spun me and then he was right there, up close, draping my arms around his shoulders. Somehow the crowd made space for us, wrapping us up in the fog of other people, but they could have been a million miles away. The only man I had eyes for was Valentin.

  I loved this. Loved the way I could feel the flex of his body beneath his shirt and the warmth of him seeping through to me. Loved moving to music I didn't know, with the beat pulsing through both of our bodies.

  His knee nudged between my sticky thighs as he turned me on the spot, grinding me close in a slow dance that was dirty and suggestive, and like nothing I'd ever done before. It made me think about everything he'd done to me, and everything I still wanted to experience at his hands.

  I loved the way he held me close, his hands on me like there was no one else watching. I could have cared less if they were.

  Dancing was what I loved, and I'd always thought that ballet had my heart, but Valentin was proving to me that he was the only one that owned it, and dancing with him, free and without technique or focus on steps, was the most alive I'd ever felt.

  I reached up to kiss him, and drew his head down to mine, desperate to talk into his ear, despite the volume of the music around us, because suddenly there was something I really needed him to know.

  "Valentin, I'm falling in love with you."

  His eyes were nothing but warmth when he looked at me, and his smile was the widest I'd ever seen. "Good," he said, voice strong against the base. "I already fell. I love you , Mia. I love you too."

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Mia

  We stayed out until the early hours of the morning and I didn't once think about what time I had to be awake again. I was having too much fun. I felt like Cinderella, whisked away to the ball with her Prince Charming, without a care for what the next day brought with it.

  We tumbled into the back of Valentin's car, kissing like a pair of teenagers, and Valentin tapped on the partition to let the driver know he should take us home.

  As soon as we pulled in, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me up all the stairs in the building, right to the top floor. I couldn't stop laughing, couldn't stop trying to kiss him, and he kept sucking on my lips and pausing at each landing to kiss me ever more thoroughly. When we finally reached his front door, and he opened it, letting us tumble inside, he fell on me with a ravenous kind of hunger.

  His hands were everywhere all at once, tugging at my clothes without a care for whether he ripped them clean off me, and I didn't care either.

  There was something deeply arousing about the way he had to have me, right then and there. He made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world, and who was I to argue with that?

  Kissing him back until my knees went weak was a good enough distraction to stop myself from remembering his boss was also the boss of one of the world's foremost criminal organizations. And that one day, all of that would be Valentin's.

  I loved the strength of his grip when his arms came around me, and I loved that he never seemed to hold himself back. With my arms around his shoulder and my hands wrapped in his hair, I had no plans of letting his mouth get very far away from mine.

  His kisses were the only thing I needed after a night like this. And I wanted them on every part of my body.

  Valentin growled, sucking my lower lip into his mouth and I hissed in a sharply aroused breath at the nip of his teeth against my soft, delicate skin. He knew exactly what I wanted and exactly what I liked.

  Roughly, he spread my legs, his hand snaking up my bare inner thigh right up inside my skirt. He tugged my panties down by the crotch, but I had no desire to fight him. One handed, he tugged at his belt and pulled his fly open, only shucking his dress pants to round his hips to let the long, heavy length of his steely, perfect cock spring up against my belly.

  My pussy tingled in anticipation, and hitched my skirt about my hips, keen to give him all the access he deserved. I drew in another sharp breath as he pushed his fat, blunt arousal in against me, radiating impossible heat through the greedy lips of my pussy. I groaned with need and my hips rocked in against him, encouraging him to press in against the slickness of my pussy. I was already so wet for him, so ready. I didn't want to wait. The only thing I needed was his perfect cock driving into me and filling me up with his seed.

  "Oh Valentin…"

  "Fuck, Mia. I love you so much."

  Valentin growled, and I drew in a sharp breath as he took himself in hand and lined his leaking head solidly against my pussy. He drove in hard and my body clenched around him, relishing the intrusion and the depth and strength of his thrust. I loved the feel of him breaching me, stretching me so much I wasn't sure that I could take it. But I knew my body always would, even as it felt like my eyes were going to roll back and I was going to pass out at the gorgeous, breathless fullness of him speared inside me.

  He barely let me catch my breath before he was thrusting into me, walking me with my thighs clenched desperately around his sides. I couldn't do a thing but cling on and let myself ride him and I loved the chafing rub of our clothes, reminding me just how desperate we were for each other.

  Every driving thrust of his hips had him bottoming out deep inside me, and my world exploded far too quickly into an overload of sensation.

  "Ohmygod. Valentin-"

  But even as I shuddered with the waves of my orgasm, he held me up, still thrusting and I knew he wasn't done with me yet.

  Through to the bedroom, he dropped me down onto my back and he had to fight me to pull away because I had my legs clamped so tightly around him. I wanted his seed in me with a desperate certainty that I'd never felt before. Some primal part of me knew that what I craved most was for him to put his child inside me, and it wasn't going to be deterred.

  But Valentin's strength won out, and he gripped his throbbing cock around the base, stripping my dress from my shoulders and pulling it down around my waist. I shivered at the shock of cool air against my bare breasts, watching his face contort in unguarded pleasure as he emptied his load in thick, long ropes across my belly and my breasts.

  I was gasping, panting from the eroticism of the show, and before I knew what I was doing, I trailed my fingers through the sticky puddles of his cum that were rapidly cooling on my skin, and rubbed them along my sides.

  "Yes," he groaned, dropping down against my hips and smoothing his own large hands along the path mine were taking, spreading his cum along every inch of exposed skin. "You are mine," he growled, and I'd never known anything to be so true in all of my life.

  I nodded breathlessly, hopelessly aroused by the idea of him marking me, longing for nothing more than to know that he had painted me all over with his seed.

  "All yours. Oh God, Valentin, I am. I always will be."

  I'd meant it more than I realized when I'd said the night before that I belonged to him. Waking up in his arms was more perfect than I could have imagined, and I turned in against his warm chest, kissing at his pecs through the light dusting of hair that ran across them.

  Valentin stirred gently, stroking his hand down my bare back before he even opened his eyes and his smile made him look lazy and sated, just the way I felt. I wanted to stretch like a cat and then rub myself all over him, just like he'd rubbed himself all over me the night before.

  "Good morning," I whispered when he opened his eyes to blink at me. His large hand cupped my face, and he pulled me in, drawing me against his lips. When I
slipped my thigh over his legs, suddenly I had the evidence of just how pleased he was to see me.

  I grinned, tilting my hips in against him a little more keenly. "Hello there."

  Valentin let out a grumbled groan, shifting his hips up to meet mine with a lazy thrust. "Can I help what you do to me? It's not my fault. Around you, I'm always three seconds from being as hard as a rock. You do this. This is all yours."

  Those words shouldn't have flushed heat through me, but they did. I knew Valentin was attracted to me, that he liked me, but I hadn't thought his reaction was so visceral, so undeniably primal every single time. Slowly, I circled my fingers around his girth, pulling his cock up between us and I started up a slow stroke as he locked eyes with me.

  "I like that it's mine," I told him. "I wouldn't want anyone else to have it."

  Valentin lay back against the pillows with me on top, watching me through half closed lids, his breathing slow and steady as I worked his cock in my hand, seeing heat rise into his skin with every pass of my palm across his mushroom head.

  "Good," he breathed, and I saw the struggle it must be taking him to lie still and let me have my fun.

  The alarm clock sounded, and he reached out to swat it off.

  "Oh, we should go to the studio."

  Valentin let out a growl. "Don't you dare stop. We will have plenty of exercise right here."

  "Oh will we indeed?"

  "I will make sure of it."

  Suddenly, all that laziness had disappeared and the man I was straddling was fully awake. Valentin flipped me onto my back in one deft move, pinning my arms on either side of my head.

  "Let me show you the silks I use to bind my knuckles." His voice was a rumbling whisper, hot and dangerous against my skin as his lips drew down my throat, and along my collarbone.

  He rifled in his bedside table, sure enough coming up with a pair of neatly rolled hand wraps that I'd seen him wind onto himself before he went at the punchbag. With a flick, he unfurled the first one and I gasped as he wrapped the wide fabric tight around my wrist and up along my palm. He didn't reach my knuckles. Instead, he looped the silk through the struts at the head of his bed and I felt myself flush hot with arousal.

  "You like this?"

  I tugged on the restraint, testing its staying power, already pleased with the bite of the fabric into my skin. How did he know I liked that prickle of the beginnings of pain, that by now it was something I used to help me focus, and I wanted to focus on nothing but him. I nodded, suddenly filled with a rush of confidence as I tipped my chin up, holding his eyes with mine. "I like this. Tie me tighter."

  His grin broke out and he reached for my other wrist, pulling hard enough to make me groan with bliss and then suspending my arms taut above me, prone and wide.

  I wasn't expecting him to duck down beneath the sheets and trail his burning tongue along my body until I writhed and begged and gasped. But he did it, and I was breathless, delirious, and faintly bruised from straining at the silks by the time he came up for air. He must have been part lizard, because he flickered his tongue in and out of me, drinking in my juices like he'd never grow tired and I had to beg for him to stop, because I didn't know how to take any more.

  "Valentin, please. I need you."

  The night before hadn't been enough. I was beginning to think that nothing ever would be.

  I wasn't expecting him to pull the sheets clean off me, leaving me naked and exposed, or to take another two rolls of silk and wrap my ankles with the same cross strap lacing I used to tie my shoes, but it made me breathless with arousal. With Valentin, I always felt safe, and I longed to be entirely at his mercy.

  He kissed along the length of my thigh with such intensity and focus, and all I could do was watch him, flexing my ankles and pointing my toes as he tightened the silk, making me groan. By then I knew what he had planned, but it still sent a charged thrum right to my clit when he slipped the ends of the silk through the struts at the end of the bed and pulled them tight.

  Spreadeagled in the center of the mattress, I could barely even bend my knees, and every single inch of me was on display as Valentin knelt over me. My eyes locked onto his perfect cock, dribbling pre-cum from the angry-looking red fleshy head. From where I was pinned, he seemed even larger than ever, far larger than I remembered him being and his cock visibly pulsed as he took his time looking me over, drinking me in.

  "God, you're beautiful."

  When he pushed inside me, he took his sweet time and I could have sworn I felt every single inch. He made me desperate for him, delirious with the overload of sensation that flooded all over every inch of my skin.

  I was breathless, panting, desperate for him, and all I could do was writhe on the bed and let him do exactly what he wanted. There was nothing I wanted more than to be exactly here like this.

  "Valentin."

  "I think you're going to have to take a sick day, Mia. You're definitely running a fever. The only remedy is to stay in bed. But don't you worry. I will keep you company."

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Valentin

  Since our outing to the club, Mia had treated my home as her home, and I loved that it was my apartment that she came home to at the end of the day. I wouldn't have had it any other way. She still kept her things downstairs on the floor below, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before she gave up the pretense that she lived anywhere other than with me.

  Viktor had moved more permanently to the hotel, and I was glad for the privacy. Together, it felt like we were really making my apartment a home in a way that I had never quite managed on my own.

  Everything was perfect, except that I had yet to meet her parents, and Mia clearly valued their opinions. I hadn't let myself worry that they might try to change her mind about me before I witnessed the flurry of nerves Mia turned into when she started preparing for the meal we planned to share with them, via Skype.

  All afternoon she had been slaving away, preparing all kinds of things in the kitchen. I'd delivered the ingredients that she had requested and then stepped back when she ushered me out of the room, knowing better than to get in her way. I was there to help when she asked for it, but otherwise, I was keeping my head down.

  "What are you making?"

  "It's Mom's meatloaf recipe. And it's got to be perfect. This is her signature dish."

  I couldn't stop myself from smiling at Mia's panic. "My darling, she is not going to be here. She will not taste it."

  The tension in Mia's lips told me that was the wrong thing to say. "That's not the point. We're here and my parents are all the way in New York, and I want this to be as close to a family dinner together as possible. So, I want it to be exactly like it would be if they were here. And anyway, you're here, and I want it to taste good!"

  The idea of a family dinner by Skype had come to her when she'd watched me take some of my business calls, and there was nothing I could do to talk her out of it. How could I argue with the woman? All I wanted was to make her happy and if that meant sitting down to eat with her parents, then it was the least that I could do. She seemed to think that a good meal together would erase any concerns they might possibly have.

  I was a little more skeptical.

  "You are sure you want to do this?"

  "Yes, Valentin. For the millionth time. So, set up the camera like you said you would. Please?"

  "What if your father bans you from seeing me?"

  She stopped, looking up from the pile of potatoes that she was peeling for the mashed potato. "He's half a world away. He's not going to stop me from doing anything. But I really would like you all to get on. This is important to me."

  I leaned across the counter top, taking her chin in my hand and settling a gentle kiss against her lips. Mostly because I couldn't trust myself to take more and not need to ravage her all over again. "Then it is important to me too. I wish that you could have met my mother. I think that the pair of you would have got along."

  The tension
in her shoulders eased and the look in her eyes warmed me through with affection. I nodded to the pile of waiting vegetables.

  "How many are you feeding? Let me give you a hand, and then I will help you to relax in the shower, hm?"

  Mia grinned and rolled her eyes at me. "There's no point making half quantities. It'll just dry out. Plus, the leftovers are good. And I bet my roommates will demolish them. So, shush. And tell me more about how you're going to relax me."

  "Well, I have very clever hands."

  "Oh, you do?"

  "Mmhm. I think that you know this already. I can massage your shoulders and your neck. Your beautiful legs."

  Mia bit her lip, her cheeks flushed slightly and the speed of her chopping slowing right down. "I like your messages."

  "I like your body, so that makes us even."

  She laughed. "What else?"

  I widened my eyes in mock shock. "What else? This is not enough? You must be very, very worked up. I will have to be very good to you, hm? I think I will fuck you with my fingers until your knees are weak and you're clenching around them, begging for more."

  Across the other side of the island, Mia nodded. "Uh huh."

  "You will need a lot of kisses."

  "So many kisses."

  "All over your skin."

  I'd thought that Mia's nipples were already hard, but they seemed to take on a new level of tenseness beneath the fabric of her top as I carried on talking and it was beautiful to see her react to me so bodily. Gratifying to know that it wasn't just me who was held hostage by the constant need for more of her.

  "That sounds real good."

  "And perhaps you will need me to remind you that you are mine."

  Mia met my eyes across the counter top and she set the knife down with a suddenly shaky hand. "How will you do that?"

  "I can think of more than a few ways, but I will definitely leave you something to think about through dinner. I want you to be sore and bruised and aching all the while you talk to your parents, looking like their perfect daughter. But beneath your clothes you will know every mark that I have left on you."