Bratva Redemption

by Coco Miller

  “I love you, Alegra.”

  She lays her hands on top of mine. “I know. I love you too.”

  I slide inside of her a little more quickly then I intended after her declaration, and a loud yet relieved moan spills from the succulent petals of her lips. They are the prettiest shade of rose I’ve ever seen. We both needed this.

  “Are you okay?” I ask. “Does this hurt?”

  “This feels like I need more,” she teases.

  “You are testing me, Moya Dusha.”

  “And you are failing.”

  “Put your legs over my shoulders,” I command through clenched teeth. “I will fail no more.”

  I begin fucking my sweet Alegra as hard as I can, going deeper than I ever have been. The bed slams against the wall and the sounds coming from her are filthy. I look down and watch my cock saw in and out of her wet, hot cunt. The hair above her pussy glistens in the light, and I reach between us to tug on the delicacy.

  “Kazimir!” she screams my name in surprise.

  My cock is soaked with her slick, shining from how wet she is for me. For me! She’s all mine. I curl over her and hold onto the bed frame, gaining leverage to pound into her with more force.

  “Fuck, Alegra! Fuck. You feel so goddamn good. This pussy is mine, do you understand? Mine.” Thrust. “All.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust.

  “Yes,” she pants. “I’m yours.”

  Her fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, and I feel the beginning spasms of her pussy. She’s about to come for me.

  Already?

  Damn, she knows how to make me feel like a fucking king.

  “You going to come for me, Alegra?”

  “Yes, Kazimir, yes! Oh god, your dick is so good, so thick.”

  “Yeah, you feel how I stretch you? No other man can give you that.”

  Just in case she was wondering.

  “I know. Just you.”

  “Just. Me,” I growl as she comes apart in my arms. Her back arches off the bed, and I bury my hand in her hair and pull her to me, laying my lips on her as she vocalizes her pleasure. Her walls tighten and flex around me, pulling me in deep, and my orgasm slams into me too.

  “Alegra!” I hammer faster, harder, and the first jet of come shoots against her fluttering womb, drinking my seed in. My orgasm is never-ending, five, six, seven ropes of cum leave my body and fill her to the brim.

  She’s leaking everywhere, down her thighs, my sensitive orbs, and making a mess on my shaft.

  Yet I’m still hard.

  And I’m nowhere near done.

  As long as we stay in positions that don’t hurt her, I plan on doing this all night. I pull out of her and slide her by her hips to the edge of the bed, sweat dripping into my eyes. Her eyes are glazed over, and when she sees me grab her legs and set them on my shoulder at a ninety degree angle, she’s about to say something, but I silence her with the spear of my cock, thrusting inside her come−filled pussy once again.

  I can do this shit all night.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Alegra

  I wake up in the middle of the night deliciously sore and roll over to see Kazimir on his back, arm over his eyes, sleeping soundly. God, he is so amazing, so intense, so sweet, yet rough and demanding.

  For the first time in two weeks, I’m sore between my legs, and from bruises on my body. It feels good. I want more. Kazimir fucked me four times before we collapsed in a sweaty mess of heavy limbs and broken breaths.

  But I need more.

  I’m also feeling needy. I need the softer side of him now. We’ve sated the feral side, and now I need more.

  I flip the sheet off of him and lick my lips when I see his cock, half−hard. It’s laying against his right thigh, waiting for me to do something, anything. I slide between his legs and he grumbles, scratching his chest like a caveman. I have to stifle a giggle. I feel so naughty right now.

  “Are you going to keep looking at it, Moya Dusha? It isn’t going to suck itself. Put me in your mouth and make me feel good.” Kazimir’s sleepy, rough voice penetrates the silence in the room.

  My cheeks heat, and I’m glad he can’t see me. His words are something I’m not used to, but my pussy responds dripping with need. My right hand reaches for him, and I guide his cock between my lips and suck, licking my lips around the helmet of his cock.

  “That’s it, Alegra. Your mouth is heaven.”

  His compliment urges me on. I take him to the back of my throat, and his semi−softness turns hard like magic. He is big and my lips stretch to accommodate his girth. It’s almost painful. I still taste myself on his shaft, a bit salty but I like it. I moan, humming around his girth.

  His hand lands on my head as I bob up and down.

  “You’re going to make me come. I have no idea how I have more in me. I thought I gave it all to you, but of course all you have to do is get me hard and I’m fucking ready.”

  The fact that I turn him on so much makes me move faster. I want him to come, forgetting that the reason why I started this to begin with was to try and get him to be soft with me.

  His cock pops out of my mouth when he picks me up and sets me on his lap. “I don’t want to come down your throat,” he says.

  I take my thumb and wipe the corner of my lip off, rocking my sheath against his cock.

  Back and forth. Back and forth. My clit rubs against the base of him.

  Back and forth. Back and forth. My hole clenches to be filled.

  “What do you want, Alegra? Do you need me again?”

  I nod, whimpering when the tip of his cock punches my clit with every upward stroke.

  “Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me what you want from me, my sweet, and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I want you to make love to me,” I say as I rock, running my hands through my hair as I let the pleasure take over me. I still feel half asleep and he is still somewhat in his dreams, and it feels better. I didn’t know it was possible. “Oh, Kazimir.”

  He flips me to my back and kisses me. Soft and slow, the tip of his tongue teasing mine. “You want me to make love to you? You don’t want to fuck?”

  I shake my head. “I need to feel how much you love me right now, not how much you want me.”

  “Moya Dusha, when it comes to you, I love you just as much as I want you, but I’ll never question what my woman needs because your needs are my own.”

  He settles between my legs for the fifth time, and his chest presses against mine, pushing my breasts together. Kazimir kisses me one last time, and in one slow curl of his hips he sinks into me, and it feels so different.

  Every inch of him, length and width, it takes my breath away. When we fuck, I only have time to concentrate on the pleasure, not on the feel of him. And oh my god, he feels so good like this. He breaks the kiss, needing to take a breath, and it falls from his mouth in shaky pants.

  “I need to enjoy you slower more often. Nothing feels better than discovering every depth of your pussy,” he groans as his eyes roll back. The tendons in his neck stretch and tighten as he slides out of me only to push back in.

  The flared helmet of his cock rubs salaciously against my sensitive inner walls, caressing every spot of me that needs pressing. He’s so deep. I feel consumed by him. The pleasure and the love, the desire, and the trust, it’s so much.

  And it will never be enough, not with Kazimir.

  “Kazimir,” I utter his name on a pleading gasp and dig my nails into the muscles on his back that feel like thick ropes. I scrape my nails down his spine with every withdrawal and every languid thrust. He grunts into my ear from the sting of pain on his back, and he curls over me, sliding an arm under my neck. Pulling himself down on me, so we are closer. He is moving so slow, like a gentle wave at night that crashes against the shore. Our skin doesn’t slap in the frantic, needy rhythm like usual, but instead his flesh rubs against mine, gliding together to seek equal harmony.

  His arms unwrap from my neck, and his fingers trickle down
my arms until he laces our fingers together. Kazimir brings our arms above my head, pinning me down as he takes me, claims me, and makes me fall deeper in love with him.

  I’ve heard no one can make someone feel anything, that feelings are a personal choice, but Kazimir is so powerful, he makes the decision for me.

  I have no choice.

  My heart is his, just like he wanted from day one.

  “Alegra,” he whispers fondly like my name is the answer to his problems. “Alegra, god, you feel so good.” He pumps his hips harder, and I cry out from the new speed. Everything is building to a high climax. Kazimir dips his head and sucks my beaded nipple into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue multiple times before grazing his teeth over the tight nub.

  “Kazimir, I’m close.”

  “I know.” He moves to the other tit and adorns that nipple as well. “I feel you clenching around me. Not yet though. I want us to come together.”

  I whine with impatience, “Kazimir.”

  “Shhh, it will all be worth it.” He lifts his head up and brings his mouth to mine. “You know what’s going to happen tonight, Alegra?”

  I toss my head back and grit my teeth, doing my best to hold back my pleasure like he says. It’s so difficult. I’m there. I’m right there. I shake my head, whimpering. It hurts. It hurts holding back, but it feels so good at the same time. I never want it to end, but I also want to explode.

  “We are going to make a baby.” He rubs his nose against mine. “You feel it, don’t you? Our love between us, getting bigger, and babies come from that, Moya Dusha.”

  I’m not sure why the words turn me on further. I should be afraid of something so serious, but my body wants what he is saying. I want forever with Kazimir, and if we don’t make a baby tonight, we have forever to try and every night after this one.

  “Do you want that?” he asks, his cold blue eyes searing me as he slows his pace. “Tell me, Moya Dusha.”

  My soul.

  I heard him in my sleep, speaking to me, bringing me out of a dark nightmare.

  “Yes, Kazimir. I want whatever you want. Give me everything,” my voice turns huskier with greed. My hands skim down his strong back and grip his ass, pulling him into me further to get every inch of his big cock. “Want it all,” I mumble, my lower belly turning and brewing with something bigger. My orgasm has passed from holding it in, but now it’s grown. I don’t know what it is. It burns everywhere. My entire body breaks into a cold sweat and I start to shake.

  “Kazimir,’ I warn him with a freckle of fear. I don’t know what’s happening to me.

  “That’s it, Alegra. Open up for me,” he tells me and holds my hip down with his palm. His fingers grip my hip, curling around the bone as he thrusts faster.

  “Kazimir, please!” I beg of him. Tears sting my eyes from the unbearable pressure, but in a good way.

  He tosses his head back and roars in a powerful alpha tone from deep within his chest and thrusts into me faster. Now our skin is slapping. His heavy orbs slap against my ass, and he holds onto my bouncing breasts, squeezing them tight as he rides me. “Now, my sweet Alegra. Now.”

  My body doesn’t dare disobey.

  I fall apart, bursts of light blind my vision, and my body arches off the bed like I’m suddenly possessed. My mouth falls open, a silent scream choking my throat. A gush of wetness leaves me repeatedly and the pressure is gone. My toes tingle from the immensity, and I finally find my voice, shouting to the heavens as a tsunami of pleasure wrecks me.

  “Fuck Alegra, fuck. You’re strangling my entire dick. I’m going to come,” he warns. “So wet, fucking Christ. You’re squirting all over me,” he snarls and thrusts into me once, twice, and then cries out my name in bliss. “Take it, Alegra,” he demands. “Fucking take every drop of me.”

  I do.

  My pussy spasms and sucks him in. He is so deep, my womb opens, and I know for a fact I’m soaking up his seed just like he wanted.

  He lowers himself on top of me. Our sweaty flesh is slick against one another, and he kisses me slowly, still rutting his cock in and out of me.

  “You’ll never know how much I love you, Alegra. It’s dangerous.”

  I hold him tight against me, still shaking from the small tremors wracking my body. “I love you the same, Kazimir.”

  He turns us onto our sides, his cock still lodged inside me, and he holds me to his chest. Kazimir places a soft kiss on my shoulder and I sigh in content.

  He was right.

  I belong here.

  I always have.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kazimir

  “Alexi,” Vlad’s voice is interrupting my dreams in my damn bedroom and it pisses me off.

  I wake up, fast and alert, and make sure Alegra is covered since both of us are naked. “Vlad, what are you doing in the privacy of my bedroom?”

  “It’s time, Kazimir. He doesn’t have long now. The doctor told me to come get you.”

  Any amount of annoyance I have falls away and dread sits like heavy lead in my stomach.

  “Kazimir?” Alegra stirs and her sleepy voice brings reassurance. I’ll need her more than ever today. My father is my ally, my mentor, the man that taught me everything. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s my father, Alegra. It’s time. Vlad, give us a moment. I will be there.”

  Vlad nods and leaves us, clicking the door shut softly.

  “Kazimir, I’m here for you.” Her hand lands on my cheek when she flips over. “I’m always here.”

  “And that means more to me than you will ever know. He killed your mother. I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t want anything to do with this drama today.”

  “You had nothing to do with my mother’s betrayal or my mother’s death. I am not here for your father. I am here for you. I know what this day will mean for you.”

  My men will expect me to be strong today, regardless of my father’s death. The only time I’m allowed to fall apart will be in this room with Alegra. I take a deep breath and kiss the inside of her wrist.

  “Thank you, Moya Dusha. I will go now. Death doesn’t wait, right?”

  I roll out of bed and sit on the edge for a moment to gather myself. I’m shaking on the inside. I’m scared. A man like me isn’t allowed to feel fear, but I feel it every fucking day in this job. I have to be concrete though, I have to be made of stone, so the men follow my lead. So they feel safe.

  “I will come with you.”

  “You do not have to.”

  “I know that I don’t, but I want to. You need me.”

  This is what is so wonderful about a woman like Alegra. I don’t need to be a statue; in her arms, I can fall to pieces, and she will put me back together. Her hands slip over my shoulders, and she presses her bare breasts against my back as she holds me. I lift my hand and rub her arm, never wanting her to let go of me.

  She kisses my neck and gets up first. When she stands, her beautiful breasts are in my face, but I feel no desire for sex. I appreciate her beauty, her softness, her curves, and all I want to do is lay my head on her bosom. I want to be held.

  I’m so weak.

  “Come on, baby,” Alegra says, holding out her hands for me. “Let’s get ready.” She pulls me up and my eyes water with the impending doom. By the end of today, I will no longer have a father, and I will be the Russian Bratva Boss. The one person that the city fears.

  It’s a responsibility I’ve been raised for all my life, yet now that it’s here, I’m scared shitless.

  I put on sweatpants and a shirt again. There’s no reason to dress nicely for the day. I’ll dress nicely at the funeral. Alegra does the same, putting on leggings and a large purple sweatshirt. We brush our teeth and then head out the door in silence. I feel numb. I’ve seen a lot of death and a lot of blood, but I’ve never had to hold the hand of someone I love while they take their last breath.

  And I’ve never felt so unprepared.

  Alegra holds my hand as we walk down the hall, an
d the men are lined against each side, hands clasped in front of their laps as they stand at attention. Their support means everything, but I wish they weren’t here because I’m on the verge of losing it. Even the strongest men have moments of weakness.

  I’m in that moment, right now.

  My eyes sting, but I hold my head up high, chest out, and walk with grace as I always do until I get to my father’s room. I place my finger on the scanner and open the door. The new doctor is at his side, checking his heart rate, and when she hears me, she gives me a look of sorrow and hopelessness. Nothing else can be done; is what she is saying with that one look.

  I swallow and close the door behind me. Vlad is sitting in the chair by the window, and there are two chairs open on the other side of the bed for Alegra and myself. I walk numbly to a seat and take my father’s hand in my hand. He’s already so cold and pale. I see every vein, and the handsome, healthy man that I knew weeks ago is gone. He looks his age now. Wrinkles everywhere. Heavy bags under his eyes. And he has lost his thick head of hair.

  That fucking Santini.

  This wasn’t a clean mafia kill.

  This was totally against the code.

  My father opens his eyes and the crystal blue’s murky as if he has gone blind.

  “Kazimir?” he wheezes.

  “Father?” I look up at the doctor. This has to be a good sign. He is awake. He is talking. That means something.

  “It’s normal for patients to wake up before the end, Mr. Volkov. They feel the need to say goodbye,” she says. “I will be over here when you need me. I’m so sorry that more could be done,” she tells me in the most elegant and respectful voice I have ever heard from a doctor.

  He takes a deep breath, his lungs rattling like they are trapped in a cage. “Kazimir, it will be okay,” he says. “I’m ready.”

  “I’m not ready,” I hiss, fucking water blurring my eyes. “I’m not ready. I still have so much to learn. You can’t go. You have to fight.”