All Chapters of BRATVA'S OBSESSION : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Josephine He steps forward and that makes me back away instinctively. My heart raced with anxiety and a heavy emotion in my chest that I couldn’t really tell if it’s overwhelming nerves or something else.... “What are you doing here?” he asks, eyes snapping from the soaked shopping bag behind me and back to me. I swallowed thickly, feeling tears well up in my eyes. “I was just leaving.” I spat bitterly, making my way to leave. Sasha grabs my arm, holding me back as another lightning crackled in the now dark sky. “What’s wrong, Kratoska?” “Let go of me!” I snatch my arm back, slightly slipping on the sloppy driveway. He grabs me by the waist and I let out a sharp gasp, the umbrella in my hand, slipping off to land softly on the wet soil. My wide teary eyes snap to his grey ones that held a certain softness in them which makes my heart stutter. With furrowed brows of inner confusion, I let out a shaky breath before speaking. “How long have you been back from Russi

Sasha The cold shower did nothing. Not for the heat that burned beneath my skin. Not for the image that was branded into the back of my fucking skull. A low groan escaped my lips. I gritted my teeth, hand wrapped tight around my cock, pumping hard, fast and desperate to get yet another release.... Her taste was still on my tongue, sweet and addictive. I pressed my hand against the cool shower tiles, the cold biting into my palm. Jutting my hips to fuck my fist with the image of her pouty, pleasure filled face in my mind. The freezing water pounded against my back. I hissed, squeezing the tip and pumping with fast strokes of urgency. “Blyad...” I cursed in Russian. This was the third time. The third time I was jerking off after just one taste from Josephine. I was hopeless, my body craving and it longed for more but I had self control. I squeezed my eyes shut, tilting my head forward while pumping harder. The image of Josephine flashed into my head. Spra

Josephine “Well, look who’s back from God knows where....” Katya’s voice rung through the darkness. I snickered, turning on the lights in the living room to see Katya sitting on the couch with arms crossed. My brows furrow slightly, taking in her form because there was something seemingly different about her. “I got caught up by the storm last night, so I didn’t make it back home.” I explain, plopping down on the couch next to her. Her blue green eyes regard me, and she smirks. “Where you caught up by a storm or a man?” My eyes widen, and cheeks flushing red. “Why do you say that?” “Jo, it’s obvious that your hoodie belongs to a man, a large man at that....” her voice trails off. I cover my face with my palms, embarrassment settling in. “Don’t start, please....” She chuckles, scooting closer to the edge of the couch. “Tell me, is he your boyfriend or just a passing fling.” Her eyes locking me down to pry more. An unsettling feeling churns in my belly from her

Josephine My computer screen glared at me, too bright from the dim lighting of my room . Fingers hovered over the mouse, frozen mid-air, while contemplating if I should click the folder open. Taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart, I click open. My eyes scan through the rows of random files and folders, swallowing thickly. I clicked on the first document. PATIENT: Adrian Chevalier DIAGNOSIS: Chronic kidney failure- End stage CAUSES: Long-term hypertension RECOMMENDED TREATMENT: Immediate kidney transplant BLOOD TYPE: AB+ Match found at Saint Peterson’s Memorial Hospital, storage unit RA-4. Male in his early twenties, blood type AB+, brain dead on life support. I could hear my pulse thumping in my head. What the hell was all this?.... How is it possible that there was currently a body in the abandoned storage rooms of the hospital? My heart slammed into my chest by the severity of such responsibility. This poor man wasn’t a donor. He was techn

*SMUT CHAPTER!* Sasha This woman was going to drive me insane. “You’re not wearing any panties.” I rasp, trembling to control the wild hunger that burned in my veins. Josephine let’s out a sharp gasp, morphing into a soft moan as my hand slithers down from her plush ass to press on her very bare and sobbing cunt. Fuck.... My cock twitched, straining in my slacks to be set free and used. I had promised myself to behave tonight and not lose control around Josephine, but seeing her in this dress was already too much of temptation. She inhales sharply. “T-the dress is thin, I didn’t...Hngh!...I didn’t want the outline of panties to show. So she has been prancing around, totally naked beneath this thin dress that looked like it was hanging on by a thread. My jaws clench, sliding my fingers through her moist slit. “Unghh..Sasha...” Her legs trembled, and she clutched onto my shoulder as I dipped my head to llitter hickeys on her neck. My cock twitched as she b