The Bratva’s Locked Up Love by Jagger Cole

17

Maksim

I rush to her,my own wound forgotten. It doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter if I had a hundred gunshots in me. I’d still put her first. I’d still run through fire to save her before me.

My arms catch her as she starts to wobble and fall. I bring her close, cradling her in my arms as her face crumples.

“Fuck… sorry…” she murmurs.

I smile. “For?”

“Getting all fainty like a damsel in distress.”

I grin as I lift her easily in my arms. God, she’s so light… so small compared to me. I bring her through the doorway from the front desk entryway of the offices into an open bullpen of cubicles. Along the wall are doors to private offices.

I do a sweep of the place. It seems though that the initial doorway we came through—the one she locked with the blast door—is the only entrance in or out of these offices. That’s good. We’ll be safe here, until whoever runs this fucking place can take it back.

I frown. At least, I better hope they can take it back, or we’ll be in here a while.

But I also spot bathrooms and a kitchen area. Not that I want to be locked in an underground office of cubicles. But, if need be, we could survive here a while.

I growl quietly to myself. The idea of being barricaded in here with just Quinn is a tempting idea.

I carry her into one of the side offices. A sweep of my hand clears the desk of everything, and I set her down on the edge of it. I turn and move back into the common area. I spotted a first-aid sign when we were passing through. Sure enough, there’s a whole kit in an alcove along the wall.

When I stride back into the office, I freeze for a moment. My jaw grinds, and my pulse thuds as my eyes land on her.

Quinn’s managed to take her bloodied blouse off. She’s sitting on the edge of the desk now in just her skirt and a lacy black bra—matching the panties of hers I still have in my pocket, I note.

But it isn’t a move to seduce me. She’s trying to glance over her shoulder at the glass stuck in her back.

“I don’t know why I got lightheaded,” she mutters, trying to reach for the shard. “It’s not even a bad—”

“Why don’t you let me do that,” I growl.

“You do remember that I’m a doctor, right?” she grunts.

“Are you one with double jointed shoulders and eyes in the back of your head?”

She turns to smirk at me. “Funny.”

I smile back as I move to her side. I set the first aid kit on the desk and pull out antiseptic, bandages, and surgical needle and thread. She’s right; it’s not a bad wound. But when I pull glass out, she may need a few stitches to make sure the bleeding is light.

“This is going to hurt,” I say gently.

She scowls, nodding. “I’m fine. Just—fuck!”

I grit my teeth. It’s not that I’m squeamish in the slightest bit. It’s that causing her even the smallest amount of pain is almost intolerable.

Moving quickly, I wash the wound out with the antiseptic. Quinn hisses in pain, her hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly and her eyes squeezed shut. But she’s brave. She doesn’t lose it, just like she didn’t lose it out there.

It takes three small stitches to close the cut. I tape a bandage over it before stepping back to admire my work. Quinn does too, glancing over her shoulder again before looking up at me with arched brows.

“Where did you learn how to do that?”

“The army.”

She peers at me curiously. “What are you?” she whispers, her eyes searching mine. “I mean, you’re not army anymore—”

“I’m a member of the Volkov Bratva.”

She swallows, nodding.

“Patch up a lot of wounds between the army and that?”

I grin. “You have no idea.”

“I’ve seen your scars,” she says gently. “I think I do.”

She goes to slide off the desk. But then she winces again. “Shit, ouch.”

Concern floods through me as I frown.

“Where does it hurt?”

“My leg…”

“Hang on.”

I move in front of her and drop my eyes to her legs. I reach down and push her skirt up higher, ignoring the way her face blushes when I do so. My eyes land on the secondary cut we both missed before, there on her thigh.

“I can—”

“Let me,” I growl quietly. I raise my eyes to hers. When our gazes lock, she drags her teeth over her lip. She nods, her eyes full of trust.

“Okay.”

I drop to my knees and push her legs open a little more. My eyes focus on the cut, frowning in concern. It’s not bad, but it does need to be bandaged. My fingers slide over her smooth, soft skin. I wince when she winces at the antiseptic I use on it. I press the bandage over the cut, sealing down the tape edges until the wound is dressed.

My head finally realizes where I am. I stiffen, feeling a growl rumble in my throat as my eyes drag up her thigh. Her legs are spread. She’s wearing a skirt. And her panties are still in my fucking pocket.

I groan as my gaze falls on her bare, soft, little pink cunt, there between her thighs.

Quinn’s breath catches quietly.

Slowly, somehow, I drag my eyes up to hers. Fire and heat burn behind those baby blues. My own pulse thuds like a drum in my veins.

“How does that feel?” I growl quietly.

She swallows, nodding slowly. “Good,” she murmurs. “Still hurts, but I’ll live.”

My jaw grinds. My face turns towards the bandage on her thigh. I lean forward, and Quinn gasps quietly as I kiss it softly.

“How about now?”

I look up at her. Her face burns hotly as she nods.

“Better,” she croaks.

I turn back, leaning close again to kiss her once more—this time, just above the bandage, further up her thigh. Quinn whimpers.

“And that?”

“Better,” she purrs softly.

My lips move back to her soft thigh, kissing a spot even higher now. Desire burns inside of me. My heartbeat pounds in my ears. My cock throbs, surging thick and hard.

My lips move higher. My breath blows across her skin as my hand pushes her legs wider apart. Her skirt pulls higher, and I hear her whimper above me. I kiss her warm thigh, so close to her pussy. Quinn’s breath catches.

“Even better,” she moans quietly.

I slide my mouth up until it brushes against the little crease between her lips and her thigh. Her moan is loud and eager. The way her hips push up is an invitation I can’t and won’t ignore.

With a groan, I turn my head. My eyes drink in the heavenly sight of her pink, glistening pussy.

She’s wet. She’s trembling. Her shaking whimpers are the last hit against any defenses I have left.

I close the distance, pressing my mouth to her pussy with a loud growl. Quinn cries out, moaning as my tongue drags up wetly though her slit. I roll the tip of it over her throbbing clit, and she shudders for me. My hands skim up her thighs, gripping her hips as I bury my tongue deep in her sweet cunt.

“Maksim…” she gasps, writhing beneath my tongue. She whines in pleasure as I curl my tongue back over her clit. I wrap my lips around the throbbing button and suck, teasing her with my tongue over and over as she cries out.

Her fingers thread through my hair. Her hips push with an urgency—like she needs me. Like she’s desperate for my mouth on her.

I groan, tasting her deeply and swallowing the sweetness of her desire. My tongue delves though her slit again, dragging her sticky wetness into my mouth. I hum over her clit and suck it back between my lips. My fingers dig into her skin as she starts to tense and shudder.

“I—I… oh my God…” she coos. “Oh fuck, Maksim…”

I growl against her cunt. I capture her clit between my lips and tease her mercilessly with my tongue. Until her body wracks and wrenches as her cries fill the room. I groan as I feel her coming for me, flooding my tongue with her desire as she moans in sweet agony.

She’s shuddering and clutching me tightly as I rise between her leg. My pants drop. My long, thick, bulging cock springs free against her thighs.

“Oh God…” She whimpers breathlessly. Her face is bright red as her eyes drop to focus on my rock-hard cock, hot against her thigh.

I reach down, wrapping a hand around it to stroke myself against her. My other hand cups her cheek, raising her eyes to mine before it slides back to thread into her hair. I grab a fistful of it, groaning as I crush my lips to hers.

Quinn kisses me eagerly. She’s shaking as she grips at my body, her fingers splaying out over my chest. I push between her thighs, and she moans as my swollen cock head pushes against her pussy.

“Wait… I…”

I freeze. I kiss her once more before slowly pulling away. Our eyes meet, and when I see the hesitation in hers, my face lines with worry.

“Quinn—”

“I-I mean…” she bites her lip as she looks down. “It’s just that…”

It suddenly hits me. The brilliant intellect. The way she clearly doesn’t see how fucking stunning she is. The fact that she’s a surgeon, with all the grueling work that entails, at twenty-two.

I gently cup her cheek and tilt her face up to meet my gaze.

“You’re a virgin.”

She blushes, her brow knitting as she nods.

“You don’t want—”

“I want you,” I growl as I push my lips to hers. I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. She trembles, melting into my arms before I pull back.

“You think that would bother me?” My grip tightens on her. “I want you, Quinn,” I growl thickly.

She closes the distance this time. Her hands slide over my ribs and pull me close. Her face tilts up to kiss me softly. And then deeper. Her hands hold me tighter, pulling me against her. Her legs wrap around my hips as she whimpers.

I groan and push the head of my cock against her slit. I can feel how fucking wet she is—how hot her little pussy is as the lips part around my head.

She moans, her breath catching.

“Do you want me to stop?” I groan.

“No,” she breathes, trembling.

“I will if—”

“Don’t you dare.”

She crushes her lips to mine. Her ankles lock behind my back. My hands grip her hips. My cock slips into her opening. And then I push as I sink deep into her slick, tight, molten heat as her moans fill my ears.

There’s no going back now.

Now, she’s mine.