The Bratty Heiress

“Come let’s get you to bed. I got some business to attend to, I will join you later when I’m done.”

I didn’t, I couldn’t … react to his statement of him wanting me. Obviously, I was overwhelmed and kept on thinking maybe it was the numbing drugs that made me couldn’t reply to his statement.

“Can I call my dad now? I’d like to let him rest knowing that I’m good.”

He looked at me like he was considering his answer, then he took out his phone and told me to make it quick.

I took his phone quickly fearing that he might change his mind, then dial dad’s home office number knowing it was the most likely one he would answer.

“Dad? I’m good, I’ve been treated. Got stitches…. dad, I said I’m good… I don’t know. Just don’t blame Demyan, but you can blame Luka… no, I said no dad… Look I love you, I really need to go, dad. I’ll talk to you soon.”

I gave him back his phone, hearing dad’s distant and worried voice making me feel the need to end the call quickly. Suddenly I was missing my mob daddy. I missed our round of drinks just before we had dinner, I even missed him lecturing me.

“Are you okay?” his voice was soft when he led me to the bed, and cover me with the plush comforter.

“I’m tired, I’m just going to sleep now…” I told him as I lay back to the bed, I was actually very tired emotionally… I needed my Luka. But he didn’t even acknowledge me, I missed my dad, I even missed my grumpy brother Nikolai.

“You know what… let me make a quick call, I’ll cancel my thing.”

I could see that he was already dressed for it, he was looking sharp and smells good. I never had anyone cancel anything for me, it was never a choice. So when he offered it my heart was pinched, the hurt was there. I close my eyes and faced the other way as the tears wet my pillow.

He was behind me moments later, his hand circled my waist as he pulled my back to his naked chest. He kissed the top of my head and told me to rest.

“Sleep now princess, I got you.”

That night I spend the night snuggling in closer to his embrace, while he wiped my tears and pulled my head closer to his tattooed chest.

*****

I woke up to his warmth, his arm was still on my waist. But the throbbing pain from my wound made me hissed in pain, which made him open his eyes.

“Morning princess…” his deep sexy voice resonated to my ear when at the same time he inhaled my scent from the crook of my neck.

“Sit up… and drink your meds, I’ll get us some coffee.”

I did just that, and he was back minutes later looking sexy with his pants hangs low as he presented my morning eyes with his alluring v trail.

He obviously knew that he was putting on a show for me, as he smirked and give my coffee.

Wow… Olga, you’re definitely getting there. Stockholm is just around the corner, you need to get your act together woman!

But he never restrains me, he was just keeping me in his room… his house. While I was actually thinking about his words, why go back when I had been staying away. The only one I wanted to go back to, didn’t even want me. And he never treated me wrong, he was tending to my every need…

Damn… So fucking confused right now…

“Breakfast will be ready shortly.” He said as he takes my strand of hair, and tucked it back behind my ear.

I was drinking my coffee when he scooted closer to me. He was looking at me intently while taking my cup and set it aside. Then he lowered his face down and slowly put his lips on mine.

“You have the most delectable lips princess.” He groaned when I open my mouth and let him have more of me.

My healthy hand crept up to the back of his neck and pulled him down lower to me. My eyes were close, and I was moaning to his kisses. But then Luka emerged from my consciousness. What the fuck?

“I can’t, I’m sorry … I can’t.” I broke our kiss and put my face to his naked tattooed chest.

“It’s okay…” he breathed out his words.

I quickly excused myself to the bathroom, where I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. But evidently failed to do so when I shattered and cry again.

Fuck you, Luka! Fuck you… for making me feel like this…

“Olga? Hey… come here…”

He pulled me into his embrace and engulfed me in his scent, his warmth, and his soothing words, while his thumb dries my cheek from my tears.

“You’re beautiful without the tears, why think about him… when you can have me?” he smirked, finally making me smile at him.

“You’re so confident, Yegor.”

“I regret the day you met my brother first. Cause I would swoon you easily.” He was whispering his words, licking my neck.

But then he let me go abruptly and go to the bathtub, where he turns on the valve and let the water fill the tub.

“Let me help you with your bath, then we will have our breakfast. I need to leave you to work, but I’ll be next door just in case…” he tilted my chin up and kissed the tip of my nose.

“I’ve never met a woman as beautiful, yet dangerously crazy as you.” He said his words lowly, while his breath fan my ear making me whimpered under him.

His hands trailed slowly from my waist to my sides, sensually whispering his words until I finally moan when he lowers his kisses down to my lips.

“Look at me princess, open your eyes. I’m not him…” his lips molded to mine, as he groaned and his hand finally snake under my shirt and take it off carefully while caring for my injured hand.

Then he unbuttoned my jeans, and I was down to my lace underwear. He looked at me appreciatively, then trail his hands sensually slow tracing the lines of my bra as he unhooked it moments later.

“Beautiful…” he looked at my nipples which perked under the touches of his thumb. His caresses were painfully slow, and it was making me go crazy and wanting him more.

Gasping to the delightful intrusion, I moaned his name louder and he rewarded me as he finally takes off my panties.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“I can’t…” but I moaned my words wanting him more.

“Look at me…” his voice was deep and sensual, his fingers were playing me expertly.

“We shouldn’t…”

“I’m just going to pleasure you my princess… you’re wet, so wet…” he parted my legs wider with his knees and take me closer to my climax. He kept on kissing my lips, while I was taken higher and higher.

“I can’t…”

“Ssh… you can, fuck… you’re making me so fucking hard. I need to…” he lifted me and seated me on the bathroom counter then parted my legs and licked me. I was moaning as he positioned himself between my legs, he was tasting me like I was his last meal. His tongue was deep inside me, I was so close to my climax when he stop..”

I whined loudly making him chuckled. He was spending his precious time trailing his kisses all over my body, as I was drifting further away from my climax and was still trying to grasp the loss.

“You’re not my favorite person right now…” I pouted but quickly, and he silenced me when strip himself naked showing me his very impressive tattoos.

Yeah… tats, you filthy readers you… but yeah obviously his well-endowed erection didn’t skip my hungry eyes, as I bite my lip trying to get my feelings in control.

Gosh, I’m so going to burn in hell for this.

I know I was feeling something for his nerd brother, but at the same time, I was spreading my legs wide for the evil brother.

Fuck…

Screwed…

I can’t…

I shouldn’t…

How do people deal with this kind of torture?