Captured by the Bratva (Sharov Bratva #3)

Chapter Twenty - Kirill

As much as her defiance pisses me off, there’s an undeniable part of me that’s turned on by her fire, her refusal to back down. It’s a maddening mix of emotions that I can’t quite reconcile.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I say, trying to keep my tone even.

She stops in her tracks and turns to face me, her eyes blazing. “No, we’ll talk about it now. Like adults.”

Her challenge ticks me off. “You’re being irresponsible and childish, Violet. This isn’t a game.”

Her face flushes with anger. “You’re being a domineering ass, Kirill. Just because you’re used to people cowering before you doesn’t mean I will.”

My temper flares, and I can feel the heat rising between us. “You don’t get it, do you? This is about survival. Your father’s legacy is at stake, and you’re too busy being sensitive to see the bigger picture.”

She steps closer, her eyes locked on to mine, her voice rising. “I keep telling you, there’s more than one way to be strong. You think your way is the only way, but it’s not.”

We’re both on our feet now, the argument escalating until we’re almost touching, our breaths coming in sharp, heated bursts. I can feel the tension crackling between us, and despite my anger, I can’t ignore the surge of arousal that pulses through me. The way she stands up to me, her fierce determination—it’s intoxicating.

She notices, her eyes flicking down for a moment, and then she looks back up at me with a knowing smirk. “You like this, don’t you? You like a stubborn woman.”

I grit my teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction. “No, I don’t.”

She laughs softly, the sound both mocking and seductive. “Liar.”

I close the distance between us, my body almost pressing against hers. “This isn’t a joke, Violet. This is serious.”

Her breath catches, and for a moment, the argument dims. Her eyes lock on to mine, and I can see the same mix of anger and desire mirrored in her gaze.

“You drive me crazy,” I mutter, my voice low and rough.

“Good,” she shoots back, her lips curling into a challenging smile. “Because you’re not exactly a walk in the park either.”

We stand there, the heat between us almost unbearable. My hand twitches, aching to reach out and pull her against me, but I hold back, the conflict raging inside me. She’s infuriating, impossible, and yet I can’t deny the magnetic pull I feel toward her.

The silence stretches, the charged moment hanging between us. Finally, I take a step back, trying to regain some semblance of control. “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow,” I say, my voice strained.

She nods, still watching me with that infuriating, captivating look. “Fine. Tomorrow.”

Just as she turns to leave, I feel a surge of urgency. There’s one last thing I need to say, something she needs to hear. “Violet,” I call out, my voice firm and commanding.

She stops, turning back to face me, her eyes still blazing with defiance. “What now?”

I take a step closer, my gaze locked on to hers. “You need to start trusting me, or this will end badly. You can’t keep fighting me on everything.”

Her jaw tightens, and I can see the stubbornness flaring up again. “I don’t—”

Before she can finish, I close the distance between us, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her against me. I crush my lips to hers in a rough, demanding kiss, all the pent-up frustration and desire pouring out in that single, desperate moment. She drives me mad, infuriates me, and yet, I can’t seem to get enough of her.

For a moment, she resists, her hands pushing against my chest. Then, just as suddenly, she gives in, her body melting against mine. Her hands slide up to grip my shoulders, and she kisses me back with equal fervor, her defiance transforming into raw, unbridled passion.

I deepen the kiss, my hands tightening on her hips, pulling her even closer. She tastes like wine and fire, intoxicating and fierce. Her tongue meets mine, and the kiss becomes a battle of wills, a clash of desire and dominance.

When we finally pull back, we’re both breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together. “Sometimes I think you do this on purpose,” I mutter, my voice rough with need.

She shakes her head, her eyes dark with desire. “You’re insane.”

I push her onto the sofa, my body following hers, pinning her beneath me. “Maybe I am. You drive me to it.”

Her hands are on my shirt, tugging it off, and I help her, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. She’s already unbuttoning my pants, her fingers deft and impatient. I pull her top off, revealing the smooth, bare skin beneath, and my breath catches at the sight of her.

“Kirill,” she breathes, her voice a mix of frustration and longing.

I lower myself onto her, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. My hands roam her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. Her nails dig into my back, urging me on, and I can feel the intensity of her desire matching my own.

We move in a frenzy, stripping away the remaining barriers between us. Her pants are gone, my trousers follow, and then there’s nothing but skin on skin, heat and hunger. I pause for a moment, looking down at her, the wildness in her eyes reflecting my own.

“You drive me crazy,” I murmur, my voice a low growl.

“Good,” she replies, her voice breathless and daring. “Now shut up and show me how crazy.”

I comply, my mouth trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts. She arches beneath me, her body a perfect blend of softness and strength. I take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, and she gasps, her hands tangling in my hair.

The sounds she makes drive me wild, and I move lower, my mouth exploring her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, looking up at her, my eyes dark with intent.

“Kirill, please,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need.

I give her what she wants, my mouth claiming her pussy in a way that makes her cry out. Her hips lift, seeking more, and I oblige, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring her to the edge. She’s wild beneath me, her body writhing, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

When she shatters, I can feel it, the tension snapping, her cries filling the room. I move back up, capturing her lips in another fierce kiss, and she tastes herself on my tongue. There’s a desperation in our movements now, a need to be as close as possible.

I position myself, and with one swift thrust, I’m inside her, buried to the hilt. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I give her a moment to adjust. The need is too great, and soon we’re moving together, a frenzied rhythm that speaks of our desperation and hunger.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I can feel the tension building again, the coil tightening. Our bodies move in perfect sync, every thrust, every movement driving us closer to the edge.

“Kiril, fuck,” she whispers, her voice breaking, and I know she’s close.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my hand sliding between us to find that sensitive spot, and she shatters again, her body clenching around me, pulling me into her release.

The sensation is too much, and I follow her over the edge, my release crashing through me like a tidal wave. I collapse onto her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high.

For a moment, there’s only silence, the sound of our breathing, the beating of our hearts. Then, I pull back slightly, looking down at her, my hand brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

“You drive me insane,” I say again, my voice softer this time, laced with something I can’t quite name.

She smiles, a tired but satisfied smile.

I chuckle, the tension between us easing, but the connection stronger than ever. We may argue, we may clash, but there’s something undeniable between us, something that goes beyond the surface.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined and breath slowly returning to normal, Violet looks up at me with a teasing glint in her eye. “Round two?”

I raise an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across my face. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” she replies, tracing a finger down my chest. “I want to see how long you can go.”

Her challenge ignites a slow-burning fire within me. This time, there’s no rush, no urgency. I lean down and capture her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss, savoring the taste of her.

My hands explore her body, every touch deliberate and reverent. I trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and to the swell of her breasts, taking my time to appreciate every inch of her. She sighs softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I worship her with my mouth.

I move lower, my lips tracing a path down her stomach. She arches beneath me, her body responding to every touch, every kiss. When I reach the sensitive spot between her thighs, I look up at her, my eyes dark with desire.

“Kirill,” she breathes, her voice filled with anticipation.

I take my time, savoring her taste, her reactions. Every gasp, every moan is a testament to the pleasure I’m giving her. She’s beautiful like this, lost in the moment, her eyes half-closed, her body moving with mine.

When I finally move back up, aligning our bodies, she’s already on the edge. I slide into her again slowly, relishing the feel of her warmth surrounding me. We move together in a slow, deliberate rhythm, our bodies perfectly in sync.

This time, there’s no rush. We take our time, exploring each other, and I savor the feeling of her walls clenching around me. Her hands roam my back, her nails leaving light trails that send shivers down my spine. I kiss her deeply, pouring all my passion and desire into the kiss.

I can feel her body responding to mine, the tension building slowly. Her hips rise to meet mine, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps.

“I’m not going to last—”

“Then don’t.”

She comes quietly this time, her body arching beneath me as the tension finally snaps. Her release is a beautiful, powerful thing, and it pulls me over the edge with her. We move together, riding the waves of pleasure, our bodies and souls entwined.

I come inside of her, feeling her tighten around me cock. She looks beautiful, and I spill and spill until I’m spent.

When we finally come down from the high, I hold her close, our breaths mingling. She looks up at me, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was… damn,” she says softly.

“Yeah,” I agree, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

We lay there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.

Violet looks up at me, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a guy actually make me come the way you did.”

It’s so sudden that I choke back a laugh, burying my face into the crook of my free elbow. “Fuck’s sake, Malyshka.”