Hidden Monsters (Volkov Bratva #4)(86)

One hand drifted up between their bodies, pulling the cup of her bra down so he could palm her breast, then squeezing harshly, slapping, and pulling at her hardened nipple.

She tugged at his belt, making quick work of it as she got it and his jeans undone, reaching in to pull his cock free, making a fist around it, slowly moving up and down.

Grunting, a curse left his lips as he seized her mouth in another brutal kiss. Learning how best to pleasure him had taken some time, but now she knew just the right amount of pressure to maintain.

He pulled his other arm from beneath her, his hand going between her legs. He tugged her panties to the side, his fingers slipping along her sex.

From the second he had touched her, she was ready for him, her body responding to his brutality. She didn’t think she had ever been so wet in her life.

First, one finger was pushed inside her, then another, curling upwards to hit her sweet spot.

“Please f*ck me,” she said in a desperate cry, squeezing his cock for emphasis.

Those words seemed to break the rest of his restraint. Slipping his fingers free of her, his hands latched onto her thighs with bruising force, dragging her closer.

One minute, he was lining himself up at her entrance, and the next, he was inside of her in one quick thrust.

Alex sucked in a breath at the sudden invasion, the pain momentarily making her all too aware of his size.

But that pain was quickly forgotten as he began to move. The frenzy was ever present in his eyes as he looked down on her, but rational thought seemed to have escaped him.

“Yes, more.”

He had always been careful with her, treating her like porcelain. But as he rammed himself inside her, using his hands and teeth to mark her all over, he finally seemed as lost to this passion as she had always felt.

Just when she was getting used to his sudden invasion, he was pulling out of her. He flipped her over, her breath leaving her in a rush as he pulled her up on to her knees, his hands squeezing her hips as he covered her back, thrusting right back inside of her.

With each jolt, a helpless moan escaped her, but he never let up. His hand was fisted in her hair as he pulled, exposing her neck to his mouth as he used his lips, and tongue, and teeth to send jolts of pleasure through her.

Even still, she didn’t think he was giving her everything because, with every noise that she made, he adjusted, as if he was attuned to find the best way to make this good for her.

With his hand twisted in her hair, he pulled her up until her back was to his chest, his lips at her ear.

“Will you cum for me?”

The words were guttural, punctuated by his sharp thrusts, and it was all she could do to answer his question. Not with words, but with a single jerky nod of her head—but that wasn’t good enough for him. No, he wanted her to verbalize her answer.

“Answer me.”

“God, yes…please!”

His fingers found her clit, rubbing in the same frantic rhythm as his thrusts, forcing her toward the edge she hadn’t been ready to reach.

But it wasn’t until he moved his hand, bringing it back with a firm slap, that she crested over, unable to fight the orgasm that had overcome her.

When she came down, awareness slowly piercing the haze, Luka was still just as hard, buried inside her.

She could feel his lips curve at the shell of her ear. “Not done yet.”

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Luka was gone when she woke up the next morning, but it didn’t feel like it. It was almost like his presence took up the entirety of the room, and she could still feel him along her skin, inside of her like he had always been there.

Alex stretched, wincing slightly as she reached for the shirt she’d been wearing the night before, only to find it ripped, as were her panties.

When he’d said he wasn’t done, she hadn’t realized that he meant hours of him working out his aggression, using her body to do it. They’d gone from the floor to the nearest wall where she distinctly remembered the paintings hung there rattling and then finally up into his bedroom.

Blushing at the reminder, she headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She didn’t bother to look in the mirror until after it was done, and when she did, she had to blink a few times to make sure that she saw correctly.

She bruised easily, but she didn’t think she bruised that easily. Glaring purplish marks practically covered her from her neck down, a bite mark on her stomach, and she could just see where his fingers had gripped her. No wonder she’d felt so sore getting up. Last night, she didn’t remember it being painful at all.

Throwing on a dress that almost skimmed the middle of her thighs, she went in search of him, the sound of running water drawing her out the front door.

Luka was in a pair of low-slung jeans, a water hose in his hand as he sprayed down his Jeep, even hosing down the interior as well, suds forming with each pass of the water. His shoulders were visibly relaxed, and he seemed far calmer than he had the night before when he had come in…speaking of, Alex still didn’t know what had inspired that reaction in him, especially since he’d come back covered in blood.

Now, she was the one who was worried.

“Luka.”

He turned his head in her direction as she approached, and Loki trotted from behind the car as he heard her voice. When she was close enough to touch him, he turned off the water, dropping it on the ground near his feet.

When Luka wasn’t smiling, something was definitely wrong.