Bratvas vow, p.7
Bratva's Vow, page 7
The water scalded my shoulders, steam curling around my face and fogging up the glass walls of the shower. I braced my palms against the tiled wall, eyes shut, letting the pounding stream drum against the back of my neck like it could wash away the thoughts stuck on a loop in my skull.
Three days.
Three fucking days since the crash.
Since I almost lost him.
We’d tracked the car. Found it in a junkyard. Burned out, stripped clean. The license plate led us nowhere. It belonged to a man who’d been dead for six months. Dead men didn’t drive cars.
I slammed my fist against the tile, water splashing up from the impact.
No lead on the chief. No names. No faces. Just ghosts and red tape and too many goddamn possibilities.
And through it all, Wren was still planning to return to work like nothing had happened. Still talking about how he didn’t want to be “cooped up” or “hovered over,” like he’d nearly not come home to me. But I had to choose my words carefully since he’d accused me of treating him like a child.
Fuck, loving someone is hard.
I wanted to forbid him from setting foot outside. Wanted to drag him back into bed and keep him there until every threat was buried six feet under. But I couldn’t.
Because if I told him the truth—really told him—he could walk away. If he walked away from me, I’d have no way to protect him at all.
I tilted my face into the stream, letting the heat burn away the edge of the panic curling low in my gut.
A knock sounded on the door.
“You decent?” Wren asked.
I grunted.
The door creaked open, and a second later, he poked his head in, grinning. He was clueless to my turmoil. His curls were damp from his shower, and he was wearing a soft, thin tank top that showed off his tight little nipples and a pair of shorts that clung to his thighs like sin.
He looked edible. And the best part, he was fucking oblivious half the time how sexy he was.
He stepped inside fully, tablet in hand, and plopped down on the closed lid of the toilet like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Okay, don’t hate me.” He tapped at the screen. “But I have some questions about your birthday.”
I didn’t need to look at him to know he was biting his lip.
I let out a quiet laugh, turning slightly so the spray hit my back. “Can this wait? I’m taking a shower.”
“It absolutely can’t. Every time I ask you, you change the subject or lock yourself in your office. This way you can’t leave, and I get to ogle you shamelessly.”
“Slut. Don’t make me drag you in here with me and show you what I do to boys like you.”
“Boys like me?” he screeched. “There’d better be only one boy like me, Maxim Morozov!”
I laughed. He had the power to make me so furious and then to change my mood just like that.
“There could only ever be one you, kroshka.” I swiped the water from my eyes. He was beaming with happiness.
“What does that mean?” he asked.
“What?”
“Kroshka? That word you always call me.”
“It means little monster.”
“Oh.”
He sounded disappointed, and I couldn’t take it, even though I initially wanted to poke fun at his question.
“It means…” I sighed, softening. “It means something small and sweet. Literally crumb or cupcake, but in this context, sweetheart.”
Wren blinked at me, his expression shifting. “What about the other one? Sol—I can’t say it.”
“Solnyshko. That one means little sun. Because that’s what you are to me. Warm. Bright. The center of everything. The light in my dark world.”
Wren ducked his head, a tiny scoff slipping out. “That’s… kinda cheesy.”
But his voice betrayed him—soft, touched—and I caught the slight curl of a smile he tried to hide. He could downplay it all he wanted. I still heard the happiness.
“How about I stop using them, then?”
“No!” he said quickly.
I chuckled. “Thought so.”
“We’re straying from the topic. Now tell me, what do you want for your birthday?”
“I don’t want anything.”
“Liar,” he said. “Everyone wants something. Even you.”
He kicked off one of his house slippers, pulling that knee up to his chest, tablet resting on it. “I already have everything I want, solnyshko.”
“You’re really making this tough for me, babe!”
Babe.
The word hit me like a sucker punch. My stomach flipped, caught somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. No one had ever called me that. I should’ve hated it. Babe sounded cheap, like something someone said to every warm body in their bed to keep from slipping up on a name. But from Wren’s lips, it didn’t feel borrowed or lazy.
It felt real.
Like he’d meant it just for me.
“How so?” I feigned indifference while my heart betrayed me, thudding against my ribs like it knew better. “Nothing is the easiest gift to give someone. If not, then I won’t say no to a blow job.”
He groaned. “How boring! I give you blow jobs all the time. This has to be special.”
“But your blow jobs are special because they are from you.”
“Stop making me blush. I came in here to stand on business!”
“You’re doing an awful lot of sitting down for someone who is supposed to be standing on business.”
“Ugh.” He let out a frustrated breath. “There’s no reasoning with you sometimes.”
I shook my head, the corners of my mouth twitching despite myself. He did this more than he realized. Slipped into the bathroom while I showered, like it was a second living room. Like my space was his by default. And I let him. Every time.
Because I liked it too. I liked knowing he wanted to be close to me, even in the smallest ways. He wasn’t the only one. If I didn’t have him in my sight for some time, I worried where he was, what he was doing, and with whom.
“I’m being honest.”
He shifted, tucking his leg underneath his ass and adjusting the tablet. “Okay, but seriously, what about a cake? Any flavors off-limits?”
“Wren—”
“Do not say you don’t want cake, Maxim. That is blasphemy. Besides, Jess already said she would bake the cake for the party.”
“Party? You didn’t mention a party.”
“Of course a party. Your birthday party.”
“Seriously, Wren, you don’t have to go through all that trouble.”
“Please, I want to.” He clutched the tablet to his chest. “This is the first time I’ve been excited to celebrate a birthday since my twelfth when my dad told me he would be there but he never showed up. I’ve not seen him since.”
His voice had gone so soft I almost missed his words. My stomach twisted at his tone, coated heavily with pain.
“You haven’t celebrated your birthday since then?”
He shook his head. “Now you see why this is important to me.”
How could I deny him? If he’d wanted to throw me a birthday party that lasted the entire week, I would have gone with it. And still that wouldn’t make up for the horrific thing I’d done.
“Wren, you can throw me a party and even buy me a cake. I promise I’ll enjoy every minute of it.”
I’d force myself to if it were the last thing I did.
“Any idea what kind of cake you want?”
“I’m fine with anything you choose, just no chocolate.”
“Boo. You’re no fun.”
“Jess will be fun enough for me and you,” I said quietly.
He laughed, and I caught his smile in the mirror—the way his lashes fluttered just a bit before he looked back down at the screen. Good, he was no longer sad.
This was what I couldn’t lose.
This boy with his sweet smile who could sit inches from danger and not suspect a thing.
I had to find the chief. I had to end this. Before another car crash resulted in a body bag.
But for now, I focused on the sound of his voice, the little jokes, the rapid-fire questions about party decorations and guest lists.
He was planning a birthday like we were normal.
Like we were safe.
Thankfully, more than half the names on the list happened to be bodyguards.
“Hey, Wren.”
“Huh?” He snapped his head up.
“Why don’t you forget about the party for a bit and join me?”
“I already showered.”
“Who said anything about a shower?”
His gaze dropped to where I was stroking my semihard cock. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell slightly open. “If you answer my last question, then sure.”
“Shoot.” I winced. Bad choice of words.
“Is there any family you would like to invite?”
I sucked in a deep breath. Definitely not a topic I wanted to follow up on. My living family members were not people he wanted to meet. I’d cut them out of my life for a reason.
“Sure, my cousin you met at the salon.”
“Oh yes, of course! I have to invite Vova.”
“Wren.”
“Hmm?”
“I need you.”
He chewed on his bottom lip a little, then jumped to his feet, tossing the tablet onto the bathroom mat. His shirt went over his head, and his shorts and panties dropped to the floor. I loved that he wore them all the time now.
He kicked them away, and I held the door open for him. He dove in. I snapped it shut and pounced on him, lips locked, hoisting him up in my arms, his legs wrapped around my waist.
“Can I be honest?” he said against my lips.
“Of course.”
“I was hoping for this when I came in. I knew quite well you could see my nipples through that top.”
“No wonder your boss is smitten with you,” I teased. “Such a horny little slut, you are.”
“Only for you.”
I groaned. “I fucking love how you’re always ready to be fucked.”
“Can’t help it. My boyfriend’s really hot. Now, please put your dick inside me, Mr. Morozov.”
“Such a filthy mouth.” I trailed kisses down his jawline to the hollow of his throat. His fingers twisted in my wet hair, pulling me closer. He squirmed against me, damp skin sliding with a delightful friction. I hoisted him higher, grabbing his ass with one hand while with the other grabbing the silicone-based lube, which was always kept in the shower niche. I devoured his mouth all while uncapping the bottle and lubing my dick.
“Hang on tight.” I bit his bottom lip. “This is going to be hard and fast, but you can handle it, can’t you, kroshka?”
“Yes!” he hissed. “I can take everything you give me.”
I guided him onto the tip of my cock, then shouldered his legs to give myself more purchase. “You’re my good boy. Always so ready for me.”
Then I punched up, driving into him in one swift, brutal motion, my body slamming against his into the wall. He cried out—loud, raw, beautiful—digging his fingers into my shoulders, head thrown back in a scream.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight around my cock,” I gritted out, breath stolen. “Squeezing me with that good pussy like you never want me to leave.”
His body fluttered around me, and it nearly sent me over the edge.
“Maxiiim,” he moaned, hanging on to my neck as I easily swung his ass up and down my dick while punching up. “Please tell me you love this as much as I do. Do you love fucking me?”
“Fuck, yes.” I braced one arm on the wall behind him, holding him up with the other as I ground into him. “Love the way you always take me into your body so well, kroshka. So fucking deep and you love every second of it. Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, I do. Love the way you fuck my hole, Maxim. Love the way you make it yours.”
I pulled back and slammed into him again, teeth clenched. His cries grew louder, but he only sought more rising and falling back down onto my dick.
Nothing was sexier than a man who gave you permission to fuck him within an inch of his life.
That was Wren. All the fucking time. No wonder I was obsessed with him.
“That’s it. Ride me. Let me feel how perfect you are on my cock.”
Gritting my teeth, I pulled out and thrust again. Over and over, driving in to the hilt each time. His cries, high-pitched and breathy, ripped through my body like lightning. He moved against me in perfect syncopation. Every thrust was met with an arch of his back, every pull with a press of his hips.
“I don’t want you to come,” I whispered hoarsely.
Wren’s eyes snapped open, and he stared at me, confused.
“I don’t want you to come,” I said again. “You can do that for me. Can’t you, kroshka? Can I be selfish for now and fuck you only for my pleasure? Can I treat you like this is what you were made for? Just a hole for me to use, to fuck and breed? Please say yes.”
Wren parted his lips, breath ragged as his body trembled in my hold. “Yes.” He swallowed, licking his lips. “Oh god, I didn’t think that would sound so hot… but I want it too. Show me I belong to you. Use me, Maxim. Make me your slutty hole made all for you.”
My control cracked.
I turned off the water with one hand and, without a word, stepped out of the shower with him clinging to me. His wet skin slipped against mine as I carried him to the vanity and set him on his feet, steadying him for a moment, then spun him to face the mirror.
“Look,” I growled into his ear as I bent him forward. “Look at that beautiful face that drives me insane. I want you to keep looking at yourself while I’m taking what’s mine.”
He whimpered, pressing his hands to the countertop, his reflection flushed and wide-eyed. I dragged my hand down his spine, and he arched his back, going up onto the tips of his toes. I spread him open, watching the way lube clung to the rim of his swollen, eager hole. I’d been working him overtime, and I had no remorse.
My cock twitched.
“This is mine.” I guided myself back in. “Your whole fucking body is mine to use. My personal hole. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes, please. Maxim, please.”
I drove into him, hard, grinding as deep as I could. He cried out, his head falling forward.
“Come on, kroshka. Keep looking at that beautiful face. Look at how well you’re taking it. Always so good for me.” I reached under, brushing his pierced navel and down to grip his cock—still hard, still twitching—and squeezed lightly. “So perfect, staying hard, even when I won’t let you come.”
He moaned, needy and wild, his fingers white-knuckling the counter’s edge.
“Do you want to come, Wren?” I whispered.
“No, sir. I don’t want to come,” he gasped on a sob. “I just want you to use me.”
“Does it make you feel good to be my perfect little fucktoy?”
“Yes, Maxim. Pleasepleaseplease, use me like a Fleshlight.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell.” I pushed him down farther, his chest against the cool counter, angling his hips to take me as deep as I could go inside him.
“This hole’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever had.” I slapped his ass, palmed his full cheeks, spreading them, squeezing them, pinching them, then slapping them some more. “Always ready for me, always greedy for more. Even when you’re full, even when I’ve already come in you and you’re dripping wet, you beg for it again.”
I snapped my hips forward, rough, fast, claiming. Wren sobbed out my name, and it only made me harder.
“I don’t want to share this. Ever. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets this tight ass. You’re my good boy, my filthy little hole, and I’m going to fuck you until you know exactly who you belong to.”
His body quaked beneath me, shaking with the effort of staying upright, staying obedient. I grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back.
“Don’t you dare come.” I smacked my pelvis into his ass hard. “You hold it. Be good for me, Wren. Be my good boy. You can do it, can’t you?”
“Fuck me, Maxim,” he groaned as our bodies slapped together with desperation. “I’m your good boy, I swear. I’ll always be your good boy. Just don’t stop until you’ve come inside me.”
I obliged, slowing down and slipping a finger alongside my cock inside his ass. The sexiest purr escaped him. His whimpers were so fucking hot.
“You love that, baby?” I groaned, pushing another finger inside him. “Love the way I fuck you with both my cock and fingers at the same time?”
“Oh god, yes.”
I fucked him without mercy, rough and hard but with a silent plea for him to stay mine, safe and unharmed. He was all I had left, all I would ever need. Without him, nothing made sense anymore.
His body trembled, and his muscles clamped around me as he squeezed.
Fuck.
My nerve endings lit up and spread fire through my groin. I grunted, stiffened. Wren sobbed and bit his fist while I pumped him full of my cum, his beautiful neck exposed from the way I pulled his head back by his hair.
My legs trembled so hard they almost gave out. I grabbed the vanity for support, and with my free hand, I traced the contour of his hip. I kissed his nape, and with a sigh, he leaned back into me.
“I did it.” His grin in the mirror was wide. “I wasn’t sure I would, but I did it. Are you proud of me for not coming?”
“So fucking proud of you.” I gently took his erection in my hand. “Do you want me to make you come now?”
“No. It’ll go down in a bit.”
I rubbed his back. “You ever done that before?”
“No, never.”
“You enjoyed it, even though you didn’t come?”
“Yes, more than I thought I would. I can’t wait for you to use me like that again.”
How fucking lucky was I?
“Have I told you yet today how beautiful you are?” I murmured, then chuckled. “Can’t believe I once tried to convince myself that you weren’t all that pretty.”
“You did?” He was full on pouting.
Turning him around, I tugged on his bottom lip and sucked it between my teeth. “Yeah, but I was also trying to keep my hands to myself.”
