Taken as payment I

Charlotte had always warned her father to stop messing with the bratva. She had promised her father she would finish college and make all the money he needed, but her father had always been selfish.

That was exactly how she ended up in the hands of Maksim.

Her father had stolen two million dollars from Maksim and the day Maksim’s men raided her house, she was the only one at home. They took her with them as collateral. They thought her father could come to save her.

They thought wrong.

She was supposed to be a message.

Maksim had planned to lock her up in the guest room, feed her, ignore her, and deliver her back to her father when the old man paid.

Then she looked up at him with those big hazel eyes, biting that plump lower lip as she asked. “Are you going to kill me?”

Something inside him snapped.

“No,” he responded. “But hopefully, I don’t ruin you.”

She didn’t understand what it meant then.

The first night, he left her alone.

The second night, he listened to her cry herself to sleep.

The third night, he opened the door.

She was curled up on the bed in one of his black T-shirts. She hadn’t brought any clothes with her since it wasn’t exactly a vacation. Her bare thighs were glowing in the light. The hem had ridden just high enough to show the bottom of her ass.

Maksim felt his cock twitch.

Charlotte was only nineteen years old, eleven years younger than Maksim. She was untouched, just as her father had bragged for the last year. She was everything Maksim should stay away from, but as her breath hitched at the sight of him, he couldn’t help himself.

“I c-can’t sleep.” She whispered.

“You’re scared of me.”

She nodded. She was honest. Way too honest for her good.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind himself. The sound of the door locking had her stiffening.

He crossed the room in two strides and stood in front of the bed. She crawled back instinctively against the headboard, clutching the sheets like they could do anything to shield her against him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He promised her.

“Then what are you going to do?”

He knelt on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. “I’m going to find out if you taste as innocent as you look.”

Her breath hitched, her hazel eyes going wide with fear and something more much interesting, intrigue. It made his cock throb.

“Open your legs, Printsessa.”

She hesitated for a beat. Then two.

Her legs spread open.

Maksim sucked in a deep breath when her saw her white cotton panties. There was a wet patch in the middle already. The little girl was wet. She was eager.

He slid his hand up her skin. It was the softest skin he’d ever touched in his life. When his fingers brushed the damp spot on her panties, she visibly shuddered.

“Already wet,” he growled. “Your body already knows it belongs to me.”

She whimpered as he took off her panties, throwing them somewhere on the ground. He spread her open with his fingers and stared. Pink, glistening, and untouched. All his.

“P-please,” she breathed out.

His eyes snapped up to meet hers. “Please what?”

“Please don’t make me say it.” Her voice came out in a whisper. She was still as shy as the day she arrived.

Maksim wasn’t having any of it. He leaned down until his mouth was directly above her clit. Then he looked up at her through his lashes. “You don’t get to be shy anymore, baby. Not with me. Not when I’ve seen all of this. Say it.”

“P-please,” she stuttered. “Please touch me.”

“Louder, Printsessa.”

“Please, Maksim. I–“

He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted.

He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit.

Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon.

Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Bratva are always paid in full.

And he had decided her body would cover every last cent. With interest too.

“I– I f-feel funny,” she confessed as Maksim sucked on her clit.

He pulled away just long enough to answer. “You’re about to come. Just let go.”

Charlotte wasn’t sure if the strange sensation in her abdomen was an orgasm but she listened to Maksim, letting go when her body required it to.

She came on his face and Maksim lapped every bit of it.

By the time he pulled back, her pussy lips were swollen, aching to be used again. But that was enough for one night.

At least, that was what Maksim told himself.

Charlotte tried to catch her breath as she looked down at the man who had just eaten her out like she was his last meal. His face was shiny with her essence and as he licked his lips, she felt her pussy throb in response.

She wanted it again.

But she was too shy to say it out loud.

Maxim smiled to himself, wiped his face with the back of his hand and walked out of her room.

He was hard as fuck, but the girl didn’t even know what an orgasm was. He was leaving her alone to collect her thoughts and come to terms with their new arrangement.

He went into his room, straight to his shower, brought out his cock, and stroked it to the thought of fucking her innocent little mouth.