Paying The Bratva’s Debt

His gaze drops, and I blush when I see them drop down to where my dress is bunched up. Viktor’s hands slide over my ass. He grips me possessively, like I’m his property. I gasp when I feel the bulge in his pants throb and pulse against me through my thin panties.
The car drives through the city as his hands slide over my ass. He pulls my dress up even higher, exposing my panties to his gaze. I whimper, but then he’s silencing me with his lips again. His tongue demands entrance, and I give it. He kisses me deeply, taking my breath away. And when one of his hands begins to slide over my hip towards the front, I moan.
His hand slips under my dress. His fingers tease against the skin of my stomach, which hollows under his touch. He pushes them lower, until they slip under the edge of my panties. He twists his hand, palm towards me as he slides it deeper between my legs. I feel his thick fingers slip down. When one rubs across my clit, I gasp sharply into his mouth.
“Now it’s your turn to be truthful,” he growls. His hand pushes deeper between my thighs, sliding easily over my slickness as I moan. “Have you been this wet for me since we sat down to dinner?”
I moan wantonly.
“Answer me, printsessa,” he growls.
“Yes,” I gasp.
His fingers drag up through my lips, making me moan again. But then suddenly, he’s flipping us over. I gasp as I find myself on my back across the backseat. Viktor slides to the floor of the limo. His big hands grip my legs and spread them wide as he moves between them. His hand skims up my thigh until his fingers slip under my panties. He tugs them down, and I let him. I’m shaking as he slips them down my legs. He pushes my thighs apart again, and I moan when I feel his gaze center between them.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he groans. He moves closer. His breath teases on my inner thighs, and I whimper. He moves even closer. I gasp as his tongue drags across my pussy, tasting my wetness. I moan loudly, panting at the pure pleasure his mouth brings.
He slides it up to my clit. When he circles around the aching little button, I cry out in pleasure. His lips fasten around my clit as he starts to suck. His tongue is relentless on it, wringing the pleasure from my body. His hands tease all over me—up and down my thighs, over my ass. One finger even traces over my most private place, but all I feel is heat and pleasure when he teases my asshole.
His mouth devours my pussy. The pleasure grows and swells as I writhe under him. My hips rise, shamelessly wanting more and more as his tongue dances over my clit. He sucks harder, growling into me. And suddenly, it’s too much. I cry out as my body stiffens. My hips press against his mouth like I’ve been electrified. I fling an arm across my mouth as I start to scream. The orgasm crushes me under like a wave. It feels endless, like I just keep coming for his tongue. Until slowly, Viktor pulls away.
He moves over me. Eagerly, I reach for him, needing him close to me. My legs wrap around his waist, and I can feel how hard he is throbbing against my pussy. I tremble. I can feel how big he is, too. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me. I know it’s my own arousal I can taste on his lips. But it just makes me hotter. It makes me want it all as I kiss him deeply.
The car comes to a stop, and I realize we’re back at his house. Viktor grinds against me, making me gasp as his erection rubs over my pussy.
“I’m going to ask you another question,” he growls.
I nod, moaning as my legs wrap tighter around him.
“This is your first time, isn’t it?”
I stiffen. My answer worries me. Okay, maybe Viktor isn’t out there sleeping with women left and right. But he’s older. He’s clearly had a history before I fell into his life. What if this desire for me evaporates when he finds out how clueless I am? Would a man like him even want a girl who he has to teach—
“Answer me, printsessa,” he groans quietly against my lips.
I close my eyes. My heart races. Slowly, painfully, I nod and wait for the groan of displeasure or for him to sigh and call this whole thing off.
“Good.”
I blink. Wait, what?
Viktor kisses me slowly and deeply. His arms wrap around me as he pulls me up from the seat. He smooths my dress down, and I blush when he slips my panties into his jacket pocket. He opens the door, steps out, and then reaches for me. I step out, blushing. But the driver is gone. The guards aren’t at the front door. It’s just us.
Viktor suddenly scoops me into him, his muscled arms around my back and behind my knees. I gasp, falling into his chest as I look up into his gorgeous eyes.
“You thought I would be unhappy?”
I swallow thickly. I nod. Viktor just shakes his head.
“Come,” he growls.
“Where?” I breathe.
“To bed,” he hisses back. “So I can make you all mine.”

14 Fiona
I gasp when I fall back across Viktor’s bed. I barely have time to look around his room, which I’ve never been in before. But I also don’t care. I wouldn’t care if we were on a cot, or the floor, or outside with snow under my back.
I know what I want. I know at twenty-two, and having never been touched, this is what I want. I know he is what I want. I don’t care if it’s crazy to give myself to a man like Viktor. I know what I feel. And I know no other person has ever made me