Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Briony
I was drunk, but not so drunk I didn't know what I was doing. I got into Varlam's car, ready for whatever madness tonight had in store.
I deserved to let go. Nothing could end this day better than this.
Varlam and I sat in the back while the big guy who'd delivered the dress drove. I'd heard Varlam call him Gleb. Gleb's eyes never left the road. Not once.
Perfect. I was done being the good girl. I pressed close to Varlam, my hand sliding up his thigh toward his belt.
"Behave yourself, bad girl." He caught my wrist, his chiseled features even more breathtaking under the neon lights. "Can't wait a few minutes?"
"I know what I'm doing." My hand slipped free easily.
Truth was, he hadn't even tried to hold me. I made quick work of his belt and came face to face with his straining boxers.
He raised the privacy screen, cutting us off from the front. Our space became even more private, more heated.
I swallowed hard, my hand tracing that impressive outline through the fabric. My hand was shaking, but fuck it—I just didn't have enough experience.
Makar and I hadn't been together long. I could count on one hand how many times we'd had sex. At first he'd been obsessed with my body, but once the novelty wore off, he stopped touching me. Then he cheated with Chloe.
When Varlam left me at the bar, I'd almost believed both brothers had a habit of throwing women away. But thank god, Varlam came back furious and drove that guy off.
That's when I knew. He wasn't indifferent to me.
"If you really want it, put it in your mouth." Maybe I'd been taking too long, because Varlam pulled his cock out himself.
His eyes had gone dark with lust, deep and inviting. He brushed my hair back, guiding my head down toward that thick, long thing. The raw masculine scent made me wet instantly.
His head was swollen and purple, jutting upward slightly, practically begging me to swallow it. I didn't hesitate. I took his head into my mouth. It rubbed against my tongue, the ridge sliding along as I moved.
"Open your throat. Let me in." Varlam pushed my head down deeper, and suddenly he was hitting the back of my throat.
My whole mouth felt stretched open. Every breath was filled with him.
His cock was so big, so long. Even when I'd taken as much as I could, there was still plenty exposed at the base. I wrapped both hands around it, stroking up and down. That way I could take care of all of him.
"That's it. Make me come with that soft slutty mouth and those hands." He groaned, his brow furrowing.
The car rode smooth, but I still felt dizzy. I sucked harder, saliva making Varlam's cock slick and shiny. The wet sounds were obscene.
"Keep it down, unless you want Gleb to hear." Varlam's voice cut through. "No car's as soundproof as you think."
I nearly choked. I slowed down, trying to stay quiet. Even though I'd started all this.
Varlam slid his hand into my hair, running it down from the roots, wrapping the strands around his palm, then pulling with just the right amount of pressure. My scalp tingled. Here I was sucking him off, but somehow I was getting just as much pleasure.
The car stopped at some point. But Gleb didn't tell us to get out, like he'd actually heard what we were doing. My cheeks burned.
By the time Varlam finally came, my jaw was aching. My mouth filled with his cum.
I don't remember how he carried me to the penthouse suite. I only remember how slick and messy I was between my legs. The lock clicked, and he had me pinned against the door.
Everything here screamed luxury, reeked of money. The space was massive, with one entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, plush Persian rugs, and a chandelier made of natural white crystal.
"Look at me." His huge frame surrounded me completely, his ragged breathing making my heart race.
I felt like I was floating underwater, my whole body drifting.
His hot lips traveled from my ear to the corner of my mouth, then stole my breath. Those hands explored my body, his palms tracing every curve. He kept moving down to my most sensitive places, rough fingers hooking my panties aside, pressing against my clit.
"Ah!" The sudden jolt made me cry out.
How could his touch make me this sensitive?
"You're so fucking wet." His fingers lingered at my entrance, my panties pushed to the side.
"Of course. That's all because of you." I was panting.
He rubbed up and down my slit, not too hard, but it made me arch back in pleasure.
"Taste yourself." He used his knuckle to pry my teeth apart. A faint salty flavor spread through my mouth.
I sucked on his fingers while the wetness and emptiness between my legs grew more intense. His other hand went to his shirt buttons, undoing them. His bare torso appeared before me.
His shoulders and chest were broad and powerful, muscles packed tight together. When he moved, those hard, beautiful lines shifted beneath his skin.
Tattoos covered his body, scars of all sizes hidden beneath the black ink.
Before I could take it all in, he'd stripped off my dress, my bra, that red thong. I was completely naked now, and the shame was overwhelming. He stepped back, his gaze traveling slowly down from my face, devouring every inch of skin.
"Your curves were made for me." His voice was low, his eyes burning. "I could just stand here and look at you forever."
I bit my lip, pinned in place by his possessive stare, unable to move. My nipples had gone hard as pebbles under his attention.
A strange pleasure swelled inside me. I liked him looking at me this way, like I belonged to him.
"We should've kept going." He moved close again, squeezing my breasts until they changed shape. "I should've fucked you until my name was the only word you could say."
That's what I wanted too.
"Fuck me, Varlam."
The words barely left my mouth before he scooped me up. I'd never felt anything like this. People always told me I was too heavy, but in his arms I felt feather-light.
He carried me into the bathroom and set me in the tub. The warm steam hit me, and my body relaxed instantly.
He stripped off his pants and boxers, his powerful legs coming into view. And that thing that had already come once in my mouth was standing at attention again. It looked even bigger when he was standing.
Could that really fit inside me? Would it split me open?
Varlam stepped into the tub, sitting behind me. My back pressed against his chest. This tub was bigger than normal—could easily fit three adults. His hot, rock-hard cock pressed against my lower back. I could barely breathe.
His hands roamed my skin, from my nipples to my pussy, every sensitive spot under his control.
"Mmm..." I couldn't hold back the sounds, but suddenly his hand covered my mouth.
"Hold it in." His other hand's fingers slid inside me.
As his fingers thrust in and out, little whirlpools formed in the water. His fingers dug inside me, rubbing against my walls, every stroke making me tense up and press closer for more.
He moved faster and faster. I felt my lower belly tightening, tingling spreading through my whole body. The sensation nearly suffocated me. His hand finally left my mouth.
"Let it out. Let me hear how good it feels." His fingers hit a spot, and my belly instantly clenched and spasmed.
"I'm gonna come!" I screamed, instinctively arching up. "You're perfect, Varlam, you feel so fucking good."
Heat gathered in my belly, building at my entrance. White flashed across my vision. Just his fingers, and I was already like this.
"That's just the beginning," he said.
He stood up from the tub and lifted me out of the water. He threw me over his shoulder, a towel draped over me. My ass and breasts bounced with every step.
He laid me on the bed. That soft mattress swallowed me whole.
Varlam's hands kneaded my breasts, lifting those bouncing mounds. They were round and full, struggling to press together in his palms. He took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking my nipple like he was playing my nerves.
My legs squeezed together from the stimulation, and he immediately pried them apart. After a few rounds of this, he just shoved his cock inside me. I felt like I was being torn in half.
His thick legs pressed against my inner thighs, forcing me open to take every slow, measured thrust. I was losing my mind.
"I want..." I gasped. "Give it to me, please."
"Give you what?" He bit my nipple lightly. "Say it."
"Make me come."
"No. You know what you need to say. Say my name."
"Varlam, please fuck me hard with that huge cock, make me come on your cock, shoot all your cum inside me..." I got it all out in one breath.
I'd never begged anyone like this. It felt like being roasted alive.
"Of course I will." He kissed me.
That thing stretching me finally started pounding hard, every thrust making my toes curl. He found my spot fast, and when he ruthlessly hammered it, I came almost instantly.
"I already..." I was too exhausted.
"I'm not done." He gripped my waist.
When he lifted me up, his cock never left my body. I sat on top of him, hands braced on his chest. His cock went even deeper than before.
"This is too much." I tried to lift up.
He grabbed my ass hard and slammed me back down.
"Fuck—" That's all I could get out.
He drove up into me fast, and I came again. After a while, he finally released deep inside me, flooding me with his seed.
Being filled like that made me shake all over.
Everything went quiet. I collapsed on his chest. He held me for a long time before we showered together. Water cascaded over us, and my eyes started closing.
Half-conscious, I felt myself being lifted from the tub. Once my body hit something soft, I was out.
When I opened my eyes again, it was bright daylight. Sunshine streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Everything looked beautiful. Except my body felt like it'd been run over by a truck.
"Briony, did you go on a date?"
"Hope you go out more often so I can have pizza at night instead of Briony sandwiches. Those really suck."
"Okay fine, I still hope you come back tomorrow. I'll miss you."
My phone was full of messages, most from Rory.
God, what had I been thinking last night? I'd texted my little brother I wasn't coming home, then spent the night fucking this man. This was all too insane. A one-night stand? With my ex-boyfriend's Pakhan brother? I'd rather believe this was a dream.
But his hand was still on my chest, that broad chest right behind me. His breath, his warmth—all proving this was real.
This was bad, wasn't it? Nothing could be worse. I carefully extracted myself from his arms and got dressed.
I had to admit, this man was exactly my type. Clearly defined muscles, a handsome face that radiated maturity and stability, gentleman and savage mixed perfectly.
But the dream was over, Briony. With alcohol, I could justify ignoring reality and doing what I wanted. But sober, everything had to get back on track.
I had massive medical debts from my parents to pay off, plus an eight-year-old brother to raise. I couldn't bring someone this dangerous into my world.
I needed to get back to my own life.