Deceitful Promises – Sokolov Bratva Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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“I need to suck your perfect nipples,” he growls, sitting up but still with our bodies pressed close. This brings us ever nearer to each other. “Lift your arms up.”

I do as he says, constantly fighting the small voice telling me I’m going to look silly, going to make a fool of myself. When I see his eyes open wide, his mouth shaping into an “o” of awe, it all fades away. He leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and groaning as he smooths his hand over my back.

His tongue swirls around my nipple, pleasure teasing and tickling all over me. I shift against him, gripping his big, muscular shoulders. Our hips are still moving, like we’re having sex, but with clothes on, his manhood grinding against the thin material of my shorts and making my core tingle like crazy.

“Oh, Aiden,” I whisper. “I think if you keep …”

“I can feel it,” he growls, his breath warm over my bare chest. “I can feel how close you are. The orgasm. Oh, fuck. You were made for me.”

“What?” I gasp.

He doesn’t reply. He keeps making those pleasure-filled noises as he rubs against me. Did I imagine that? I swear he said I was made for him. I don’t even know what that means, except it makes me feel good, and it feels so, so true.

He doesn’t say it again, but then, I wouldn’t be able to hear him if he did. That all-consuming feeling slams into me like last night, except this one is even more intense. It’s how eager his tongue is, swirling around my nipple, sucking, and the noises he makes. He wants me so, so badly. It feels so good to be this desired, especially by him.

My kidnapper. My stepbrother. My man.

You were made for me.

He kisses me before I can scream the apartment down with my orgasm, catching the pleasure. I moan through the kiss, struggling not to yell, as my underwear gets super wet and sticky and filled with lust. When I stop shaking, he leans back, ending the kiss, his cock still rock-hard against me.

“I want your tight virgin pussy so badly,” he moans. “I need it. I need to fill you with my dick. I need to own you. I need …”

Suddenly, he leaps up, jumping to the door, leaving me shirtless and confused on the floor. Then I realize why. Somebody’s coming in!

“Hello?” a woman’s voice says. “Is it okay to clean?”

“Sorry, Janine,” Aiden replies. “I’m just finishing up a workout. I won’t be long.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.”

“No, you have nothing to apologize for.” Even when stressed, he treats his staff with respect. That says a lot about him. “We … I won’t be long.”

“Okay, yes.”

He turns to me, his hand curled into a tight fist.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I hate the idea of anybody seeing you like this,” he says. “You’re just for me, Ania. Always. I’ll make sure nobody disturbs you while you get dressed.”

That’s the reason he gives for slipping out of the door, but something tells me it has more to do with what he said—the line he crossed. I’m just for him. I was made for him. As I pull my shirt back on, I wish he’d stayed in here just a little longer. Maybe I would’ve found the courage to tell him I was starting to feel the same.

CHAPTER 23

AIDEN

“We’ll take security,” I say, leaning forward and looking at Dad.

There are four of us sitting on the balcony: my father, Mikhail, Dimitri, and me. When this started, I never would’ve guessed this collection of people would’ve been planning things together.

“It’s still risky,” Dad replies.

“Ania loves ballet. She deserves a chance to practice. If those idiots are stupid enough to hurt her while she’s doing the thing she loves most, well, then that’s their mistake. Trust me, it’ll be their last.”

“I’ve never known you to speak like this,” Dad mutters.

“I’ve never had a reason to before.”

Dimitri and Mikhail exchange a look. Dad turns to them. “What do you think? She’s your sister.”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t gone crazy yet—two days with no ballet,” Mikhail mutters.

Dimitri looks at me. “You understand what it would mean if something happened to her?”

I’m tempted to say something savage, but they’re just protecting their sister. It’s a damn good thing too. I need as many violent, capable men as possible looking out for her as long as everybody understands who she truly belongs to. Hell … belongs. When did that happen? How?

In the back of my head, something tells me it happened the first moment I saw her, but that’s too Hollywood. It’s not my style, even if it feels true.

“I’d expect nothing less,” I tell Dimitri.

He nods, and I’m sure there’s a glint of respect in his eyes. It all feels surreal, but I can’t deny that this is going far better than I ever expected. I never dreamed I’d fall for the petite young ballerina. If I had anticipated that, I never would’ve guessed her brothers would’ve approved, even a bit. And I never would’ve thought she’d feel the same.


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