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

Chapter 15 – Roman

It had been two days already since I saved her from those sex-hungry bastards.

Even now, while seated in my office at home, the thought of those maniacs having their way with her made my blood boil with anger.

As I recalled the statement one of them had made about fucking her until she passed out, my fists clenched. My jaw tightened, and I gritted my teeth.

My only regret was granting the imbecile a quick death.

I should have captured him and tortured him every single day for the rest of his miserable life until he begged for death.

Taking a bullet to the head was more mercy than the bastard deserved. At least the world was better off without the likes of him. I was certain Julia wasn't the first woman they'd done that to; however, she was the last.

They’d messed with the wrong woman, and they paid the price for that with their lives.

My mind was flooded with different scenarios of how it would have turned out if I hadn't gotten there in the nick of time. The idea that she would have been raped and probably killed filled me with so much rage, the emotion pooling like molten lava in the pit of my stomach and nearly consuming me.

I sat in my chair, seething silently, my chest heaving—swelling from all the anger that surged through my blood. If those filthy dogs had had their way with her, I wasn't sure what I would've done.

But one thing was certain: I'd have raised hell. I'd have haunted those God-forsaken bastards to the ends of the Earth. I'd have reveled in their screams while unleashing hell's fury. I sought comfort in the thoughts of how I'd have tortured them.

However, they were dead and would never be a threat to anyone ever again.

I heard Boris's muffled footsteps through the corridor, and as I lifted my head toward the entrance, I saw him walking in.

“Boss,” he greeted, halting in front of my desk with a file in his hand.

I leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on him as he dropped the file on the mahogany table in front of me.

“This is all we have on the three men from the other night,” he said, sliding it over to my side.

Effortlessly, I snatched it off the surface, my eyes scanning through the document. “Who are they?”

“Jack, Dean, and Cypher,” he replied, arms across his chest. “Cypher is the real deal—a social media influencer. He's the son of Henry Cypher from Cypher Corporation.”

The Cypher family was one of the most influential in the city—powerful, with friends in high places. But that didn't bother me at all. He’d gotten what he deserved.

I stole a glance at Boris. “And the other two?”

“Nobodies,” he replied. “Just two idiots who followed Cypher around wherever he went. Bet no one's gonna notice they're gone.”

“They never should have messed with Julia,” I said, tossing the file back on the table. “She's off limits.”

Boris was silent for a moment. “The Cypher family might want to look into this,” he said, his tone hinting at his curiosity to know my plans.

“I know,” I replied, my voice low and confident. “And that's why Julia's still here with me. I can't risk anything happening to her.”

Again, Boris was silent, his gaze lingering on me like he had something in mind he wanted to share or ask.

My brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as I studied him. “Spill,” I said, my gaze unwavering.

“It's just….” He paused for a moment before continuing. “You care so much about her. Don't you?”

I shifted my focus from him as I thought about his question. I'd been wondering the same thing for quite some time now, and this situation made me realize that I cared for her more than I wanted to admit.

A knock on the door whisked me out of my thoughts, stealing my attention. My eyes darted across and settled on Julia standing by the entrance.

My gaze traced over her as she slowly walked in, wearing an oversized T-shirt that drowned her petite frame. I'd offered her the shirt when I brought her here.

Today, she seemed better than how she was two days ago; her eyes, once haunted by the shadows of trauma, now shimmered with a glint of hope. She was more relaxed, exuding more confidence than before, and her beauty was no longer shrouded by fear.

Her hair fell delicately on her shoulders, framing her face and highlighting her striking features. She held my gaze, her alluring eyes staring into my depths.

“Leave us,” I said to Boris without breaking eye contact with Julia.

“Yes, Boss.” He picked up the file and headed out, shutting the door behind him.

“Sorry to have interrupted,” she said, her voice soft and smooth.

I smiled, admiring her humility and beauty. “It's okay. We were done anyway.” I got out of my chair and walked over to the front of my table, leaning my back against the edge.

Her eyes dropped to the floor as she stood in front of me, pushing a lock of hair to the back of her ear.

“How're you feeling today?” I asked, my gaze fixed on her.

She jerked her head and looked at me. “Better.”

“I can see that,” I said, eyes darting across her body as I drank in the beauty before me.

Damn! She was hot—so sexy—and the T-shirt revealed a tantalizing view of her alluring thighs.

“Quick question,” she began, curiosity flickering in her eyes as her brows narrowed. “How did you know that I was in trouble?”

I scoffed, half-sitting on the edge of the table. “Eric,” I said. “Your manager.”

I'd asked him to keep an eye out for Julia and keep me informed if she ever faced any challenges at work.

Her brows arched at my response, a smile gradually spreading across her face. “So, you're spying on me now?” she asked, her voice dripping with playfulness.

“Not really,” I replied, unable to hide my own grin.

She chuckled, her face lighting up. “Well, that explains why he was so nice to me that night.”

Seeing her in such an excited state melted my heart, especially with that charming smile she wore.

“Anyway,” she added, taking cautious steps forward, her eyes pinned on me, “I, uh…I just wanna say thank you for being there for me when I needed you the most.” She halted barely inches from me, her tone low and laced with sincerity.

“When you needed me?” My lips curled up into a smile as I teased her.

Her eyes crinkled at the corners, her gaze unrelenting. “If you hadn't arrived when you did, I don't know what would've happened,” she said, her breath brushing against my skin. “You saved my life, Roman. Thank you.” She jerked her head, gazing deep into my eyes, as though searching for something.

However, in the depths of hers, I saw the same thing I did back at the auction—guilt. Her eyes revealed just a glimmer of it, but it was there. Why? What was she guilty about?

“You saw what I did to those men, didn't you?” I asked in an attempt to have a better understanding of her thoughts on it. “That's who I am, Julia. A killer.”

She placed a palm on my cheeks, her eyes boring deeper. “I know.”

I tilted my head, amused by how unphased she was. “I'm not just a businessman,” I said, feeling her soft skin grazing against mine. “I run the Tarasov Bratva.”

“I know.”

Both of her hands roamed over my shirt, tracing the contours of my chest.

Clearly, she'd intentionally not mentioned her knowledge of this on our first date. She'd known this entire time, yet she wasn't afraid of me like most people were.

“It doesn't scare you…? I don't scare you?” I asked, pulling her by the waist, our gazes still locked.

She shook her head, her body tensing. “I know who you are, Roman,” she said, her hand traveling down to my groin.

My cock was swelling in my pants in reaction to her touch and the hunger that I saw in her eyes. Her hand settled on the print of my erection, and she rubbed the length over my pants.

“Julia—”

“I want this,” she said, interrupting me as she continued working on my cock. “I know you want it, too,” she added, pushing against me. “Make me forget what I saw…. Give me something else to remember.” Her voice was so sexy, barely above a whisper.

The air was thick with sexual tension, and the burning desire in both our eyes was threatening to consume us.

Without hesitation, I claimed her lips, sealing them with a fervent kiss as we exchanged breaths. Grabbed her ass, my fingers dug into her flesh as our heads tilted, tongues dancing in our mouths.

I lifted her off the ground, and her arms wrapped around my neck as I set her on the table, our kiss leaving us breathless. Her fingers struggled with the buttons of my shirt and vice versa as we undressed each other in the heat of passion.

She took my shirt off and edged closer, her lips kissing my chiseled abs, her hands traveling all over my body. Julia shot her head up, sticking her tongue out.

I bent over and took it in my mouth as I tore her shirt off her, her gorgeous body coming into view. My palms grabbed her breasts, squeezing them both at the same time before sliding one hand down between her spread legs.

She moaned in my mouth as I pushed a finger into her pussy—fuck! She was wet already. Julia's hands dropped to my waist as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Digging her hand into my pants, she withdrew my hard cock, stroking it while I was fingering her cunt.

The fervency of our kiss muffled her moans until she broke free from my lips, letting it all out.

I lowered my head to her chest, taking her left breast in my mouth as I reveled in the delicious sound of her moans. I sucked on one nipple, pinching the other simultaneously as I groaned at her incredible handjob talent.

Julia leaned back, spreading her legs with a flirty grin on her face. I flashed a smirk and went down on her, her fingers circling over my buzz cut.

Basking in her moans, I ate her up, savoring the taste of her juice. I'd almost forgotten how good she tasted—how amazing she made me feel.

“Yes. Yes…right there,” she gasped sweetly, her muscles tensing as she writhed in pleasure.

Her desire–filled murmurs were driving me crazy as I ate her pussy, simultaneously fingering her.

“Oh, my God, you're gonna make cum,” she cried out, her voice dripping with ecstasy. Her hips bucked, and her hands pushed my head deeper between her legs. “Don't stop—don't stop!” She vocalized her desires.

My free hand caressed her skin, traveling up to turn her nipples.

“Fuck…I'm gonna cum—I'm gonna cum!” she announced, her body shuddering and legs trembling.

I took my mouth off her throbbing cunt, and a squirt came forth like water from a fountain as I watched her quiver in sheer pleasure. I pulled her to myself and inserted my cock inside her.

Shit! She was so warm and slippery.

She let out erotic whimpers as her pussy swallowed my cock, her hands caressing my back, fingers raking my flesh.

Her titties bounced back and forth as I rammed her hard, my groin slapping against hers. She tried to hold my gaze, her eyes shining with desire, hinting at how much she craved me.

The feeling was mutual, and I couldn't get enough of her. The more I buried myself in her, the more I wanted her. Her cries were fueling my passion, and I wouldn't stop thrusting vigorously.

“Faster,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine as her body arched at my action.

I did as the lady wanted, my hand grasping her neck. She giggled, throwing back her head and sticking out her tongue.

“Choke me,” she panted, pleading with her eyes. “I can take it.”

I could barely recognize this woman, but I'd be damned if I said I didn't love who she was today. Julia was a lioness, a hungry one, and she wasn't shy about showing it. She was all in and wasn't holding back.

I loved it.

My fingers wrapped around her neck, delicately choking her as she wanted. Her eyes had turned white in ecstasy, her hand gripping the edge of the table.

I continued to push inside her—harder and faster—as she breathed heavily, trembling with each thrust.

Her body was slippery, as was mine, covered in sweat. The more I rammed into her, the louder she moaned.

A primal growl signaled my cumming, and I felt her feet lock behind me. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, whispering in my ear, “I want it. Give it to me.”

With a thick groan, my body jerked as I shot my load, filling her pussy with my essence. She held onto me, her body pressed against mine as she accepted every bit of me.

In the end, we were both spent—breathless and panting as we stared at each other, our gazes intense.

Fuck. I think I'm falling for her.