Silken Chains (Bond by Morozov Bratva Book 1) (Bond by Morozov Bratva Series)
Chapter 11

SPRAWLED OUT, naked, and exposed.

I’m a hot mess—literally. Sweat, cum, and ecstasy coat me, pleasure and guilt mixing in a bizarre cocktail.

All the anger and fear that were eating at me seem to have been wiped clean… until Victor’s casual bombshell shatters the moment

“We broke the rubber,” he announces as if he’s just commenting on a slight change in the weather.

“We… What?” I gingerly touch the sticky aftermath on my pussy in disbelief.

My heart takes a nosedive, plummeting hard.

So much for the drunken bliss and the remaining glow of our earth-shattering romp.

Fucking great, just great.

On top of a runaway cheating husband and my finances going down the drain, now I’ve got a broken condom to top my list of “Life’s Latest Disasters.”

Victor stands there, looking as composed as ever, assessing the situation.

“Well, that’s inconvenient,” he says, infuriatingly calm.

Scrambling for some dignity, I sit up. “Inconvenient? It’s a freaking disaster!” Tears well up unbidden. “Oh, God. What if I get pregnant?” Another panic strikes.

Shit! I’ve missed a couple of birth control pills. There’s been too much going on, one crisis after another—totally slipped my mind!

He does this thing with his mouth, almost a smirk. “Ever heard of the morning-after pill?”

“Oh, sure, you’re the go-to guy for contraception advice now?” I snap, my eyebrows arching in disbelief.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

Stupid, so stupid.

Panic rises in my throat. “You’ve probably been with… God knows how many women. What if you’ve got something? What if I end up with AIDS?” The words tumble out.

Victor’s eyebrows knit together in a mix of annoyance and amusement, running a hand through his hair. His half-naked form exudes a raw masculinity that’s impossible to ignore. The room smells like a mix of our scents, a heady combination of sweat and the faint traces of his cologne.

Why does he have to be so ridiculously good-looking?

Fucking hell, Laura. Stop it.

Victor doesn’t flinch, looking at me with a calm, assertive air. He firmly lifts my chin, making me look at him. “You’re overreacting,” he says, his voice flat, controlled. “I’m clean, Laura. No STDs, no AIDS.”

“How can you be so sure?” My voice cracks under the strain.

“Because, Laura, I do my check up regularly.” He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face as he runs a hand through his hair again as if he can’t quite believe he has to explain this.

“And how do you know I don’t have anything?” I’m barely holding it together now.

He looks at me, his gaze firm but secretive. “I know everything about you, Laura Anne Thompson.”

What the hell is this? Am I in some kind of twisted movie?

“How? How do you know my name?” My voice is a shaky whisper.

His tone is even, almost casual. “I make it my business to know.”

Oh, my God, Laura, what have you gotten yourself into?

I’m frantically scanning the room, the full weight of what’s happened crashing down on me. Here I am, butt-naked. My red dress is in shreds, looking more like a crime scene than an outfit.

My eyes dart to my handbag. Maybe I should just grab my phone and get out of here.

Naked? Great, just great. How do I get out of this one?

“Take it easy, Laura,” he says calmly, his eyes seemingly dissecting my every thought. “You’ll stay here tonight,” he states, his authority unmistakable in his tone.

“No way,” I say, my voice quivering. “I’m heading home.”

“You’re not going back home, not a chance…” It’s like he’s tapped into my mind. “You’re safe here in my bed.” Without warning, he scoops me up and strides over to this huge, extravagant bed. He drops me onto it, and I can feel the softness of the sheets against my bare ass.

“But I- I can’t stay…” I try to protest, but his piercing gaze silences me. He smirks, his eyes dark with desire and control.

“Be a good girl and do as you’re told, or there will be consequences,” he warns in a low, dangerous voice. His domination is palpable, and I can’t help but press my lips together in submission.

Jeez, he’s like a dog with a bone.

“Look, I’m sorry about the damn condom,” Victor throws in, his tone rough yet oddly apologetic. It’s enough to stop me mid-thought.

His gray eyes lock with mine, and there’s a warmth there that unexpectedly makes my stomach churn. Words try to form, but they’re stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth.

“Stay here, Laura.” He’s got this cooing tone now, like he’s trying to calm a spooked animal. Weirdly, it’s working. I’m feeling this odd sense of safety, even though everything inside me screams that I shouldn’t.

Part of me wants to argue, to yell at him or throw my handbag at his too-perfect face.

But this is my fault—going out, wearing that dress, kissing this guy who screams “bad news” in every possible way.

“Stupid. I am just—” I start.

“Horny and lonely,” he interjects, cutting me off. “And now, a little scared. It happens.”

My eyes might be rolling in irritation, but I can’t ignore the sight of Victor’s erect, dripping cock on full display.

When did he strip off his pants? How is he rock-hard again?

Damn! Focus, Laura.

“I… I’ll need to clean up.” I push these thoughts away, standing up abruptly to stride into the bathroom. I dart past him before my body has a chance to betray me again.

Slipping into the bathroom, I’m hit by the sheer luxury of it.

The full-length mirror throws back my reflection, and there it is—a mark, bold as sin, on my breast, a souvenir from Victor’s fervent grip. My eyes flicker upwards, catching sight of a chandelier lamp throwing soft light across the room, lavish and totally over-the-top.

Who the hell is this guy?

Can’t think because I’m beyond exhausted at this point; all I want to do is pass out right here.

Setting my feet on the cool, luxurious tiles, I flick on the shower. Instantly, a rush of warm water envelops me. The water beads on my hard nipples, a sharp reminder of what just went down. I can’t help but catch my blurry reflection in the mirror, covered in suds, looking back at a woman I barely recognize—one who’s just had the most mind-blowing sex of her life. Was I really that desperate, that needy? But something about him makes me feel like a horny teenager.

I run my hands over my body, washing away the evidence, lingering a moment too long between my legs.

The reality of it all hits me again—I let this happen, with a stranger, no less.

A guy I’ll probably never see again. A mix of regret and satisfaction washes over me, just like the shower’s spray. I close my eyes.

Then, out of nowhere, I sense it—this overwhelming masculine energy closing in on me. It’s unmistakable, raw, and powerful. I feel Victor’s looming presence behind me. His big, intimidating body towers over mine.

“Fuck, Victor,” I gasp, still caught off guard by his boldness. “Can I have some privacy?”

Ignoring my protest, he presses himself against me. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as his large hands wrap around me, trapping me in his grasp. His hard length throbs upward, so long and thick that it reaches the small of my back.

Why the hell does this drive me crazy?

Lowering his head, he whispers in my ear. “Let me show you,” he growls, pressing his fingers against mine to my throbbing clit. His fingers take control, rubbing in circles, faster and harder until I feel like I might explode. Then he plunges one of his fingers into me alongside mine, intensifying the pleasure beyond anything I could have imagined or experienced.

“Oh… my God,” I moan, leaning back against his broad chest as he continues to expertly guide my hand.

“You can take it,” he insists, his hot breath tickling my ear.

“God, Victor,” I whimper weakly. He lifts my chin with his fingers and crashes his lips onto mine. Water drips down his muscular back as our kiss intensifies, his hand gliding down and expertly fondling and tickling my nipple, driving me wild as I pound on his strong fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, feeling my body tense and spasm under his skilled touch. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers hoarsely.

“I can’t… I can’t take it.” I gasp as Victor’s lips muffle my cries of pleasure.

“Yes,” Victor taunts, his fingers moving in and out of me with a brutal speed and force. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes… fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.” I moan uncontrollably, completely lost in the ecstasy as he relentlessly finger-fucks me. “Yes… yes, oh God,” I cry out in pleasure. “You’re going to make me come again,” I choke out, barely able to form coherent words as he groans in response.

“Come for me, Laura.”

I can feel his rock-hard shaft pressing against my lower back, aching to be inside of me.

With a primal growl, he declares, “You are mine. Laura. I want to ravage every inch of your body until you’re screaming my name.” His skilled fingers slide in and out of me faster, igniting an inferno of pleasure throughout my entire being.

Guilt floods through me as I remember my wedding vows and the promise I made to David. “I… I’m married,” I pant out suddenly, trying to hold on to any shred of rational thought. But at this point, it doesn’t matter anymore…

“Are you sure?” he snarls, hitting my G-spot with his fingers.

“Fuck!” I curse as his fingers thrust inside me, my muscles clenching around them. “Wh- What do you mean?” I force a breath out, fighting to keep my thoughts clear.

“Be quiet now,” Victor commands. I feel a primal lust emanating from him as he silences me with a harsh yank on my hair. “Do as you’re told, my little firecracker.” His hand tightens around my hip, pulling me closer to him. “Or else, you’ll get the punishment you deserve.”

My body responds immediately, the wetness between my thighs increasing as he teases and slides his hard length against my aching clit.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, pressing hot kisses along my neck. “You want this?” he taunts, teasingly rubbing himself against my entrance.

I nod desperately, needing him inside me. “Yes.”

He smirks and slowly slides in, causing me to arch my back and moan. But just as quickly as I start to replace my rhythm, he pulls out.

“Oh, come on,” I whine. “Don’t tease.”

“I want you to feel every inch of me,” he growls, his fingers curling around my rock-hard nipple and another hand relentlessly rubbing my throbbing clit.

Every nerve in my body feels electrified, begging for release. “Please… fuck me,” I whimper, my frustration growing with each passing second.

“I love hearing you beg for my cock,” he says with a sadistic smirk, using his other hand to slide the head of his hard cock through my wetness until it’s slick and ready. Gripping my hips tightly, he thrusts inside me, filling me completely. I scream out his name, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me.

“You like that? You like how I fuck you?” he grunts, thrusting deeper and faster into me.

“Mmhmm,” I moan, arching my back and holding myself from slamming into the wet wall.

“Good girl. Now tell me who this tight little pussy belongs to,” he demands harshly.

I try to speak, but all I can do is moan as he hits that perfect spot inside of me.

“Tell me,” he demands again. I can barely think straight, let alone speak, but with each deep thrust and flick of his thumb against my sensitive clit, my body screams out for release.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse and desperate. “It’s yours. All of me is yours.”

I am his to take, his to use, and I revel in the pleasure and pain he inflicts upon me.

He grunts. “Blyad, you surprise me, little firecracker,” he mutters. “Better than I ever imagined.” His voice is coarse, and his breath is ragged. He’s about to lose it. He slams into me a few more times before swearing in Russian.

“Drop to your knees. I want your mouth ready for me.”

Letting go of me, he steps back and turns off the shower.

Gasping for air, I spin around to face him. With a vise-like grip on my hair, he forces me onto my knees and presses his throbbing cock against my lips. His voice is low and commanding as he orders.

“Suck it, swallow it all. And if you dare waste a single drop of my cum, you’ll regret it.”

I kneel in front of Victor, my mouth watering with desire as I take his throbbing cock eagerly between my lips. His groans of pleasure only fuel my hunger as I slowly lick along his length, savoring the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. My hands grip tightly around him as I swirl my tongue around the head before taking him fully into my mouth.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” I moan between mouthfuls as he thrusts deeper into me, hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. I intensify the pressure of my sucking and stroke, making him groan and writhe against me.

“Fuck, you are perfect,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine as I continue to worship his cock with my mouth. With each thrust, I feel him getting closer to the edge, and I know it won’t be long until he explodes.

Feeling his cock twitch and throb in my mouth, I look up at him. And I give a final suck.

“I’m coming,” he announces, his voice rough with desire as he releases himself into my waiting mouth. With one final deepthroat, I drink down every last bit of him.