Bratva Beast: A Dark Romance

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes smoldered when I looked over my shoulder. I loved the darkness in his gaze. “Say that again.”

I bit my lip. “Yes, sir.”

He groaned and dropped to his knees, then spread me open and licked me front to back.

I gasped. “Dinner’s going to overcook.”

“Fuck it, let it burn.” His tongue did some extremely filthy things to me—things I couldn’t quite understand, given that I was blind to what was happening, but I felt him lap at my clit then slide inside and back out again, rolling up and down like a hungry tiger.

I moaned, biting down harder—

Then another slap and I threw back my head.

He caught my hair in his fist and I felt fingers slide deeper. I groaned, body going tense and taut with desire as pleasure rocked down my spine.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, you know that,” he said in my ear, voice a rumbling mountain of lust, sending my already dizzy head into the stratosphere. “But if you’re going to ask too much of me, I’m going to take it out on your tight little cunt.”

“Be gentle.”

“Fuck that. You don’t want gentle.”

“Mack.”

He fucked me faster with his fingers, pulling my hair. “Tell me you want it.”

“Fuck me. Please.”

He groaned his need, which only sparked my desire more. His jeans came off and dropped with a clang of his belt against the tile floor.

I felt his thick head press up against my wet pussy as his hands gripped my breasts over my thin cotton shirt. My nipples were stiff and buzzing with need as he slowly sank himself inside.

I groaned and pressed back against him, taking that last inch until he was balls deep, my pussy stretched and filled to the brim. I kissed him over my shoulder, so hungry for his lips—

But he pushed me back down, pinned an arm behind my back, and fucked me.

“Oh, shit,” I gasped in surprise.

He groaned, his grunts of pleasure shocking and delightful. I moved my hips, wiggling along his shaft as he continued to take, claiming his right and his prize, and I felt wanted and needed and glorified, like I was the gift he’d always wanted. I pushed back against him, bucking and riding, writhing and moaning, sweat rolling down my skin as he took me.

Animalistic, unrelenting. Mack had a need for me that was almost overwhelming.

But that kind of desire was addictive and incredible.

Every time he looked at me, every time he touched me, it was like he rang like a bell loud and clear. Every iota, every atom of him, screamed out for more of me.

I wanted to drown in that lust.

He fucked me raw and rough, and I came in a clenching massive wave, and he wasn’t far behind. He groaned against my ear as his thick seed filled me, filled every inch of me, his body tense, then soft again.

We finished panting, breathing hard. “Fuck, Mack.” I sank down to sit on the freezing cold floor. He sat next to me. “And now I’m ready for bed.”

He laughed and put an arm around my shoulders. “That’s what you get when you get demanding.”

“I think I’m going to be a little more unreasonable from here on out.”

“Please do,” he said hotly into my ear.

I shivered with delight, and grinned, leaning against his shoulder.

He cooked the rest of the meal after that. I watched him from the floor, then the couch. He let me eat in front of the TV, and we didn’t talk about Tully again until the next morning.

* * *

“Wake up, little princess.”

I blinked up at Mack. He sat on the bed next to me. “What’s wrong?”

“I know where your boy’s gonna be.”

“Who?” I frowned at him then glared at the clock. It was just after nine. My pussy ached from the night before and my thighs were sore from the very intense and very incredible workout he gave me.

That man was a monster in every possibly way.

“Tully. Your cousin. I know where he’s going to be.”

I cleared my throat and sat up. I really needed to brush my teeth—my mouth tasted like a swamp. “Really? How?”

“He got a message from some girl named Cath. Said she’s going to meet him at the diner. I figured you’d know how to find it.”

I sat up, blinking away the sleep. “Yeah, I know it. Are you sure he’ll be there?”

“Sure enough. We should get moving if you want to make it in time.”

I considered him then touched his cheek. “You’re good to me.”

“Just want to make you happy.” He stood up and glared down like he wanted to shove me against the pillows and have his way.

Frankly, I would’ve let him, although I found it hard to imagine he had anything left after the night before.

But based on the long, slightly stiff outline of his cock in his loose gym shorts, maybe I was wrong about that.