Bratva Lullaby (Zarkov Bratva #1) Read Online Penny Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Zarkov Bratva Series by Penny Dee
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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He gives me a wicked smirk. “Oh, it’s really happening.”

He straightens, and I catch a glimpse of the hard outline of his cock in his underwear. I lick my lips. He’s big, and this is going to hurt in all the good ways.

With hungry, heavy-lidded eyes, I watch him lose his underwear and feel a surge of lust when I see his cock. It’s thick and wide and like nothing I have seen before. Not to mention bigger than I’ve seen before. How the fuck is he going to fit?

He pulls me into a seated position and wraps my legs around his waist.

“I’ve never done anything like this outside,” I say, high on the heady afterglow of my orgasm.

“Done what?” he asks, devouring my jaw and my neck and dragging his lips up to my ear.

“This,” I moan desperately.

“What is this?”

“What we’re doing.”

“I want to hear you say it,” he rasps in my ear.

His hands roam my body, setting little fires in their wake.

He finds a nipple and pinches. “Say it.”

I gasp. “Fucking.”

He growls. “Then allow me to oblige.”

His hips surge forward, and he opens me, and the sudden intrusion sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head. But he is controlled, making sure I feel every slow inch as it enters me.

I groan. It’s all too much. The expensive champagne. The glittering city surrounding us. The magnificent man and his delectable body. The fact that I didn’t know him three hours ago, and yet here I am, fucking the most handsome man I’ve ever seen on a rooftop that boasts the best views of the city. It’s like being swept away on a warm wave and then being dumped onto shore. My senses are in overload, unable to take it all in and process it.

He drags his cock out and runs the head of it through my sensitive flesh.

I moan deliriously. “Who are you…?”

“I’m the man who is about to give you orgasm number two.”

I’m so heavy with afterglow there is no possible way I could come again so soon.

But Lev has other ideas.

He thrusts inside me, and my womb explodes with pain. But it’s a pleasurable pain, and I arch my neck and grab the edge of the table as he continues his relentless ruining of my pussy. My gaze slides over his magnificent body. Over the broad shoulders and rock-hard chest, down the dips and grooves of his six-pack, and lower to where his cock disappears in and out of my body.

He starts to growl. I feel him tighten inside me. Feel him swell.

“Fuck…” He grinds his teeth into his lower lip as he pounds his hips into me. “I’m going to… fuck, this feels too good.”

He’s going to come. I grab onto his ass. I want to feel him release inside me. Want to watch his face as he spills deep inside me. He doesn’t fight me. In fact, it sends him over the edge, and his eyes lose focus, and his face slackens. Those perfect eyebrows slam together as lust and ecstasy sweep across his handsome face.

I feel his cock throb with his release, and it strikes that primal part of me that is aroused by the idea of him filling me with cum, and out of nowhere, orgasm number two spirals throughout my body until I am nothing but liquid bones and sweat.

When our breathing evens he doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t make it intimate with gentle conversation or whispered words of appreciation. But he does sweep me up in his arms and carry me toward the door leading inside.

“What are you doing?” I laugh, his cum sliding down my thigh, registering in some far-off distant part of my brain.

“We’re going to bed,” Lev says.

“What?”

He gives me a look that is both carnal and a warning. “You’d better brace yourself, Miss Masters—I’m only getting started.”

10

LEV

Several hours later, and I’m staring up at the skylight waging war against the ever-present insomnia that plagues me and wondering what the fuck I’ve just done.

No women.

That was the silent vow I made to myself when I became pakhan. No women until the instability of the bratva is rectified. I don’t need the distraction, and I certainly don’t need the fucking trouble that may come with it. With this.

But I couldn’t help myself. I’d seen her from afar before and acknowledged her attractiveness, but up close, her startling beauty took me by surprise. The darkness of those big brown eyes. The soft dusting of freckles across her nose. The way she licked her glossy lips when she was nervous.

Don’t.

The word played on repeat in my head as the urge to share more than conversation with her became overwhelming.

So I started to tell myself all the reasons why taking her home with me was a good idea and conveniently forgot all the reasons why it wasn’t.



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