Forced By the Ruthless Bratva Beast (Tarasov Bratva #3)

Chapter 4 – Julia

I could smell the rich scent of his cologne up close. His breath was warm on my skin, and in my chest, there was a flutter that paused my heart, racing like a galloping horse.

His green eyes were hooked to me, and he wouldn't tear his gaze off me, nor would I do the same. A smirk lined his lips as his fingers traveled up my thighs.

My eyelashes battered at him, my chest swelling with pleasure. I had to admit, I didn't expect to feel this type of sensation when he touched me. A moan escaped me—not an artificial one, but a genuine moan that resulted from the feeling of his skin on mine.

This hadn’t been the plan.

I wasn't supposed to enjoy this.

Yet, there I was, doing the exact opposite.

His sharp facial features and buzz cut that looked good on him had drawn me in. The man was more handsome than I thought, and his intense stare was crippling me. He exuded confidence, and although he was a man of few words, he had his own charms.

The way he had those eyes glued on me like a hungry beast, ready to devour his prey, was so hot that it made me wet in my pants.

Shit. Focus, Jules. Focus, I thought, struggling to remain as calm as I could despite the turmoil and chaos in my head.

I'd never done this before—seduced a man. It was all new to me, but I needed this. It was the only way that I could get this close to Roman.

For a first attempt at being slutty, I obviously nailed it, considering how hooked to me he was. Rumor around the club was that Roman Tarasov was a hard man to get; even Harriet agreed to that. But there we were, alone, with his fingertips caressing my underpants.

He felt my wetness, and although he didn't say anything, the small grin on his rugged face said it all. He knew what I wanted. Did he, though? However, Roman Tarasov seemed to be done holding back.

As I steadied my breath, my eyes darted down to his pants, brows arching instinctively at the length of his erection.

My acting skills must be off the charts, considering that he had no idea how nervous I was. My body was shaking, and my feet were cold. Literally. Things were starting to escalate real quick, which, by the way, was what I wanted, but then my chest suddenly felt so heavy.

In my head, those voices wouldn't quiet. My thoughts were conflicting, and I was starting to overanalyze the moment. Outwardly, I was doing a great job at maintaining a slutty expression; I couldn't afford for him to see my fears and insecurities.

I leaned into the backseat of the couch without breaking eye contact, legs gently spreading apart as I bit my lower lip. He stared deeply into my eyes as though they were a window into my soul. With his fingers grazing over the smooth fabrics of my underpants, I arched my back at the sensation coursing through my body.

Roman shifted closer, his head inching toward my face while his fingers continued to work their magic between my legs. I watched his eyes darken with pleasure, and the next thing I knew, I was gasping for air. He rushed my lips, sealing them with a kiss so fervent that it left us both breathless.

Our heads moved in sync, tilting sideways as directed by the overwhelming ecstasy that had a hold of us. His tongue danced in my mouth, and I sucked on his soft lips, deliciously biting them.

My hand drifted to his fine buzz cut, tracing gentle circles as I kissed him back with equal intensity. My heart felt like it was about to explode from my chest while I melted in bliss, writhing in pleasure. Waves of ecstasy washed over me, causing my fingertips to tingle. His scent was all I could smell in the heat of the moment; it was intoxicating, spreading warmth through my body.

The sensation of his tongue gliding in my mouth made my muscles relax, pulling a series of soft moans out of me. I could feel the sparks of electricity jolting through my veins, and I was drowning in delight.

I broke free from his kiss and looked into those green eyes, burning with desire, as I straddled him. My manicured hands cupped his face, and my lip curled up into a smile. I tilted my head downward and locked my gaze with him, my hair falling forward to brush against his face.

He chuckled softly, grabbing my waist as he adjusted on the couch, the fine leather crunching under our combined weight. Gently, I grazed my nose against his, fingers dancing down the buttons of his black undershirt as I released each one with deliberate slowness.

Roman struggled for a moment but eventually shed his jacket, tossing it aside with his gaze still locked on mine. As I unfastened those buttons, my eyes darted across his body, drinking in the sight of his chiseled features bulging out from under his shirt. His sleeves clung to his strong arms like a second skin, revealing his muscles.

My pulse quickened as I helped him slip out of his shirt, eyes traveling across his broad chest covered in ink. The tattoos on his skin were so hot that the sight of them caused my breath to hitch in my throat.

My hands settled on his chiseled abs, palms traversing his whole body. His skin was thick and covered with scars here and there, each one having a story of its own. Some looked like bullet wounds that had healed over time, and others looked like deep cuts from blades or sharp objects.

He was obviously a dangerous man who'd lived and was still living a dangerous life.

I bent over to kiss the nape of his neck while grinding my waist against his groin. I felt his hands drift into my hair, his fingertips gently digging into my scalp. A grin played on my lips when I heard him groan in pleasure.

The feeling of my underpants grazing over the print of his cock sent shivers down my spine; it was hot and erotic. I'd completely let myself fall deeply into this because it was the best way to get into his mind and his head.

I kissed his chest, licking his nipples for a moment before going down to his abs. I jerked my head and smiled at him as I slowly went down on my knees, holding his gaze. My fingers unbuckled his belt, unfastened the lone button of his impeccably tailored pants, and then unzipped them.

His gaze was unwavering, and without looking away, I smiled at him. “Allow me to ease you of your stress,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I dug a hand into his pants.

Gently, I clenched my palm around the thickness of his cock, and I could feel the veins on it. My heart was racing with anticipation as I traveled deeper before feeling the cap of his cock.

Fuck! Clearly, it was a long one.

I swallowed discreetly at the fear of all of that going inside me. Could I handle it? I'd never taken a cock before, and he seemed too massive for the first time.

Our eyes remained locked, and I bit my lower to accentuate the lust perched on my face, masking the fear in my heart.

Finally, I withdrew the organ and shifted my gaze to it. An abrupt gasp escaped my lips, my eyes widened in shock, my brows arched instantly, and my jaw dropped at the sight of his cock. It was huge and longer than I had imagined it to be.

Even with both my hands wrapped around it, I couldn’t match its length. My heart skipped a beat, and I wasn't sure if I should be intimidated or impressed by the Eiffel Tower I was beholding. As it loomed before me like a skyscraper of pleasure, I stared at the enormity, gently stroking its length.

The couch crunched beneath his weight as he leaned back, unleashing a thick groan that filled my heart with warmth. I inched downward, licking the tip of his cock, his pre-cum dancing on my tongue. He continued to groan, surrendering to pleasure, and soon, my lips covered his cap, my teeth grazing over his flesh.

I pressed my head down, feeling his cock in my throat. It was like my eyes were about to pop; they were teary for sure, but I needed to leave a long-lasting impression on him by the end of the night. And if getting deepthroated was one of the ways to go, then I was down for it.

It was sloppy, the blowjob, and judging by his husky groans, the way his hands were caressing my hair, I could tell that he was basking in ecstasy. I pulled out my head, drawing a breath through my teeth as a silky thread of drool connected my lips to his cap.

My head jerked to look at his pleasure-captured face as I rubbed the moisture over his cock.

His eyes sparkled with lust, and within the next second, he was on his feet, and I was in his arms. He was so fast at whisking me into his hold that I didn't see him coming.

I locked my feet around his waist, bending down my head to kiss his lips as he arched his neck to do the same. The kiss was hot, causing us to exchange breaths as he headed toward a wall.

With my back resting against it, and with his lips never leaving mine, he buried his hand under the hem of my dress, fingering my cunt. I was moaning in his mouth, our heads dancing in delight. With his other hand, Roman fondled my breasts over my dress, and while he was at it, I leaned forward, hands flying to the zipper at my back. I unzipped my dress halfway, still swooning in the fervency of his kiss.

Roman yanked the dress off my shoulders, momentarily pulling away to gaze at my breasts nestled behind the lace of my bra. He drank in the sight for a moment, then, with eyes burning with desire, he reclaimed my lips. His left hand was between my legs, while with his right, he squeezed my breasts before undoing the hook of my bra in a split second.

I slipped out of it, and he left my lips to settle his mouth on my boob. My head arched toward the ceiling at the chill of his tongue on my nipple. I moaned softly as he swallowed that breast, sucking on it like his life depended on it. My hands flew into my hair, enjoying the triple action he was giving with expert precision. Ironic how no one had ever made me feel this way before.

While fingering my pussy, he was sucking one breast and, at the same time, deliciously pinching the nipple on the other. If he wasn't squeezing a breast, he was sucking it, and these simultaneous actions had me lost in the moment, swept by sensation.

Roman dragged my underpants down to my knees, and with a little shake of my leg, they fell off, welling at my feet. He went down on me, and I let out the loudest moan the moment his tongue touched my clit.

Leaning against the wall, my back was arched, and my mouth remained open, producing momentary moans. My head was lifted toward the ceiling, with my palms circling over his buzz cut.

He licked my entrance so well that it made my body tremble. I felt his thumb gently pull up my clitoral hood, and I let out a strained moan as his wet tongue swept over my throbbing clit.

Roman got back to his feet and kissed me some more as he raised my leg, his cock positioned outside my entrance.

My heart skipped a beat at his readiness to take me. “Wait,” I said softly, struggling to catch my breath.

He pushed his head back a little, eyes flickering with wonder.

“Um.” I swallowed, embarrassed to reveal the truth, especially after acting all slutty earlier. “Be gentle.” My voice was low, and my eyes roamed over his face. “I…uh…. I've never…. I've never done this before,” I confessed, shifting my gaze to the floor.

“You're a virgin?” he asked, his tone dripping with shock.

I managed to look back at him and nod. “Yes.”

He exhaled softly, swiping a palm over his face as he attempted to pull away from me, his expression blank.

“No, wait.” I pulled him back, pressing his rigid frame against my soft skin while my eyes bore into his. “I…I want you.”

“Julia, you're a…” he said, rubbing his forehead, a glint of disappointment flashing across his face.

“I know,” I said, my tone soft and smooth as I reached to kiss him, hands resting on his cheeks. “I want you,” I whispered in his ear. “I know you want me, too.” I returned my gaze to his face and positioned myself to kiss him.

“In that case,” he said quietly, his breath brushing against my skin, “don't blame me for whatever happens after this.”

My lips curled up into a sly smirk, and he reached out to kiss me again. Roman yanked me off my feet and took me to a couch. He lowered me on it, and as he climbed on top of me, I could hear the sound of my own heart racing. It was almost impossible to catch my breath at this point, and my body was tense.

“I'll be gentle,” he whispered into my ear, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine.

He rubbed his cap over my entrance, smearing his pre-cum over it as I moaned at the spark he'd just ignited in me. Roman pushed into my cunt as gently as he said he would.

It was painful, and my lips pressed into a thin line with a hand covering my mouth. My eyes were tightly shut, and I could feel my flesh tearing apart at his slow thrust.

Finally, he was inside me for a few seconds before pulling out and pushing back in. My hymen was clearly broken, and the pain had traveled to my brain. I was certain that there'd be blood on his cock, but my mind was more concerned about how that initial pain was gradually transforming into pleasure. His thrusts were gentle and slow, filling my heart with ecstasy. The more he repeated the routine, in…out…in…out, the more I got accustomed to the feeling.

Just like that, the pain gradually became pleasure, and with my legs dangling in the air, I moaned, writhing beneath him. His hands were all over my body, tracing my curves and contours as he sealed my lips with a hot kiss.

I raked my fingers along his back, my nails scraping against his thick skin. The feeling of his scars beneath my palms was sensational as he ravished me with sweet torment. I broke free from his kiss, thrashing in ecstasy as his touch unleashed a maelstrom of sensations.

These electrifying waves inflicted me with a delicious agony that caused me to surrender to his will. At this point, it was like I had no control over my mind and body; he had me hooked.

The faster he plunged into my cunt, the louder I moaned out of orgasmic bliss.

Fuck. This feels so good .

I tried to caution my thoughts, but his power over me was strong. How could something so deadly feel so good?

He signaled his arrival with a primal growl and soon filled me up with his essence, his warmth spreading through me like a gentle flame.

Fuck.

I dropped my head against the armrest, letting out a soft exhale as I dripped with satisfaction.

He got off me and sat with his feet on the floor as he slipped into his pants. “Get dressed,” he said, shooting a glance at me.

Roman rose, straightening as he withdrew a stack of cash from his pocket.

My brows narrowed at him, and I felt a flicker of irritation as he placed the cash on the table.

He didn't just do that.

My face scrunched up into a scowl.

I got on my feet, picked up my dress from the floor, and eased into it. “What's that for?” I asked, eyes hovering over the stack of cash he'd dropped on the table.

“You earned it,” he replied, fastening the buttons of his black shirt.

“I earned it?” I scoffed in disbelief, pushing my head back, vexed at his insinuation. “What do you think I am, a hooker?”

He raised his head, brows furrowed in confusion. Clearly, that was exactly what he thought I was: a slut who just gave up her virginity for some cheap change. Although the stack of money he'd dropped was not cheap at all, that was beside the point.

This arrogance and condescension of his was a reminder of why I’d done this in the first place. The sex was great, but I was glad to be back to seeing him as who he was—the enemy.

Once I was all dressed up, I quietly walked out of the room, leaving him standing there with a puzzled look on his face and the money on the table.

I pushed the bathroom door, and it swung open, allowing me access. With a heavy heart, I walked inside and glided over to the sink to wash my face. Once done, I turned off the tap and lifted my head at the mirror.

“You can do it, Jules,” I said to my reflection. “You've taken the first step. All you have to do is see this through.”

My jaw clenched, and my teeth gritted as I balled both hands into fists. “You won't know what hit you, Roman Tarasov,” I added softly, my lips turning into a frown. “And I swear to God, I will have my vengeance.”

My voice dripped with resentment, and all that pleasure he’d infused me with minutes ago suddenly meant nothing.