Midnight Purgatory (Bugrov Bratva #1)(61)

No, Mr. Bugrov, you do not. I don’t need him to do anything else. I drop down to my knees, pull his zipper down, and just like that, I’m having my second dessert of the night.

Uri’s cock is hitting the back of my throat when I feel the vibrator buzz to life again. Oh, God, am I gonna survive this night? Even as the vibrations shiver up, I keep sucking, getting faster and faster as the vibrator settings kick up a notch.

At some point, my fear of someone stumbling upon us disappears. It probably has something to do with the fact that I’m just struggling to breathe. While I’m sucking, Uri leans right over me and slips his hand over my pussy. He starts playing with my outer lips while the vibrator goes crazy.

At least I’m not being noisy. Uri’s dick does a good job of stifling my screams. Just when I feel his body start to spasm, he pulls the vibrator out of me.

Ah, sweet relief.

But also, strange emptiness.

Before I can process what’s happening, Uri’s pulling me off my knees and onto his lap. His eyes lock onto mine. “Time to fill you up with a real cock, kiska.” He slaps my ass hard. “Let’s see how much you can handle.”

I’m not sure myself but still, I grab his slick erection and slide it inside me. I start pushing my hips against him, desperate for the high that I’ve been chasing for the past two hours. Just a little more, another few thrusts…

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I’m screaming. But I don’t care. The only thing that matters is that orgasm. The only thing that matters is him.

He keeps his hands on my ass; my eyes close and my body spasms violently. And then, thankfuckinggod, I come so hard that I let loose a scream that sounds more Agatha Christie murder mystery than Fifty Shades of Gray.

Whatever. I’ve earned this orgasm. I’ll celebrate it however I damn well please.

I grip his neck, my lips resting against his forehead as I come down from the high. There’s an unsettled unfurling in my stomach that I can’t quite decipher.

Could it be that we’ve had unprotected sex for the third time in a row?

Could it be that the hole I’ve had inside me since Ziva’s death feels smaller than it’s ever been?

Maybe it’s how I’m starting to realize that, as much as I may want this man, I know deep in my bones that I can’t have him.

Or maybe it’s that, despite all the reasons I should’ve hopped that fence again and ran screaming for the hills…

I still don’t regret staying.





33





URI


“Say that again.”

I throw Alyssa a disbelieving glance while she giggles. “I’m serious. He wanted to learn.”

“He wanted to learn how to knit?” I repeat. “Lev. My brother?”

She gives me a satisfied smirk. “Mhmm. He walked into my room yesterday while I was knitting and he was really interested. So I’m starting classes tomorrow.”

My first thought is, He’s just walking into your room now? Instead, I shake my head. “I’ll have to see that to believe it.”

She shrugs. “He may like it; he may hate it. But I think it’s a positive sign that he wants to try something new.”

“The little suck-up doesn’t want to try something new. He just wants to be close to you.”

Can’t really blame him.

“I know,” she says softly. “I enjoy spending time with him.”

As I drive into the estate, I notice a car parked just outside on the turntable.

Fuck.

“Uri, I just wanted to thank you for taking me out tonight. I know that…”

She keeps talking but I’m not listening anymore. I’m staring at Niko’s silhouette, leaning against the entrance wall that leads to the house. Of course he opted to stand outside and wait for me. He wanted to know exactly what I was up to.

Alyssa seems to have caught on that something’s up because she’s stopped talking. Instead, she’s looking at me curiously. “Uri? Something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine,” I say in a voice too brusque to be believed.

I park haphazardly on the drive and get out of the car. Alyssa follows me towards the house in silence. I can see her adjusting her dress from my peripheral vision. She looks like a woman who’s been recently ridden hard and put away wet—which, to be fair, is accurate.

“Little brother,” Nikolai greets in an amused murmur.

When I stop in front of Nikolai, Alyssa stops next to me. I give her only a cursory glance. “Go to bed. The evening’s over.”

She flinches instantly, hurt pooling in her eyes so fast that I want to kick my own ass. She glances at Nikolai, then back at me. Then, with a clenched jaw, she enters the house.

My brother watches her walk away the whole time. As much as I would like to, I don’t stop him. Purely because I know that’s exactly what he wants me to do.

Only when she’s disappeared does he turn back to me with raised eyebrows and a knowing expression. “She’s pretty.”

I roll my eyes, trying to look less guilty. “I told you I would come to you.”

“And I can see why. Did the two of you have a nice evening?”

I push past him and head towards my office. My good mood has just been reduced to ash in a matter of seconds. I don’t speak again until we’re in my office and I’ve got a glass of vodka in my hand.