Deadly (Born Bratva Book 5) by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online Page B

“I’m buzzing with so much adrenaline, I haven’t had this much fun in for-fucking-ever!”
    He grabs a fistful of my hair, turning my head from side to side as he studies me with a scowl. “I won’t be letting you out alone with her. You two feed off each other.”
    “You have to admit, she handled it like a pro,” I pant as I unzip his pants and reach inside. When his erection falls heavily into my hands, I begin pumping him from root to tip, my hands sliding and twisting together over his rock-hard shaft.
    “She also killed someone your father didn’t order a hit on,” he says in a valiant attempt to sound unaffected by the impromptu hand job. 
    “That was just self-preservation, baby. I can’t blame her for not wanting to leave any witnesses, can you?”
    “It wasn’t her place to make that call. Fuuuuck,” he groans, avidly watching my hands working his cock. “If the Pakhan wanted the woman eliminated, he would have…found her…and neutralized her.”
    “Father will understand. We weren’t counting on him being there with his wife.” I pause in my ministrations to make a point. “And that woman was no angel either. She’s been acting as the equivalent of a drug mule, just with precious gems instead. Who knows how many girls are gazing at their engagement ring right now, and have no idea that their perfect diamond was smuggled into this country inside that woman’s cunt? If we had left her alive, the bitch would have built her husband’s business back up. This way,” I say as I run my thumb over the slick pre-cum glistening at the tip of his shaft, “the competition is annihilated. We just come in and take over.”
    “Do you always talk this fucking much while you’re getting me off?” he mutters.
    His mouth locks down on mine in a fierce, claiming kiss. As our tongues battle for dominance, I reach up and release his ponytail, humming hum in pleasure when the ends of his hair tickle my jaw. I love being the only one who gets to see him raw and wild like this.
    He pushes me back onto the bed and lifts my dress over my head, tossing it over his shoulder. His hands are rough and demanding, asserting his dominance in no uncertain terms. I know he wants to exert control over me in and out of the bedroom, and I understand why. It’s more than just a power trip; he believes that if he can control all of my crazy, he can save me from my worst enemy—myself.
    “You’re in so much trouble. And I’ve got you right where I want you.”
    “Fuck you, Oleg.”
    “From where I’m standing it looks to me like you’ve met your match. You and that girl together are trouble. Don’t let her get between us or it’ll be me putting a bullet between her eyes.”
    “You, of all people, know I won’t let that happen. So this is payback?”
    “Damn straight it is, devotchka . All those times you taunted me, rubbing that tight body up against mine and knowing I couldn’t do anything because of who your father was. You never counted him catching on to what you were doing.” He forces my legs back, never taking his eyes off mine, and powers into me with an agonized groan. The sensation of him filling me with his thick length in a single, brutal stroke is almost more than I can bear. It’s like he’s taken every space within me, yet I know he still wants more.
    “Feels good knowing this sweet pussy is mine for the taking, whenever and wherever I want. You’ve gotten inside my head and that’s a dangerous place for you to be. You have no idea how deep my darkness goes.”
    “Shut up and fuck me, Oleg, hard.”
    The last thing I want to think about right now is how pissed off my father’s going to be about Anastasia killing an unspecified mark. My father expects assassinations to be executed with precision. He’s going to view tonight’s mayhem as her acting impulsively. She hasn’t proven herself to be ready for that much latitude, and Bratva has no room for daredevils.
    The Pakhan is all about