Brick X Buttercup Novels & Stories

'So, where else would I, Tavisha Khushanov, spoiled, pampered daughter of the billionaire Bratva Pakhan, a true Bratva Principessa, be? My best friend, Svetlana, joked as she ordered another jug of our favourite cocktail and we headed for our table in the VIP area. Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course.]

The house smells like butter and brown sugar when we finally make it back from the training ring, all of us sweaty and exhausted and somehow more connected than we were before. Jax disappears into the kitchen with the kind of enthusiasm that suggests he's about to create something either amazing or catastrophic, and within minutes the scent of whatever he's baking fills the entire first floor. River showers first, then Leo, then me, and by the time I emerge in soft leggings and one of Ezra's enormous hoodies that hangs to my knees, the living room has been transformed.

Brix explained. “You’re amazing, Brix! It’s like you graduated with honors back in high school,” Mico said happily. I just shook my head at the two of them. “And Plan B is the one you thought of—setting up a date, like a blind date, so it’ll be fun,” Brix added. “That’s perfect!” Mico agreed. “Then maybe you two should be the ones making the plan. I feel embarrassed,” I told them. “Sweetheart, don’t sulk!” Brix said to me.

He cut the call without another word. THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The iron gates of the Bratva’s Empire loomed ahead, black and towering, the Morozov crest carved into steel. Armed guards stood at each side, rifles in their hands, faces blank masks. As Mikhail’s car rolled closer, the beams of its headlights caught the silver edge of their weapons. The gates creaked open with deliberate slowness, metal groaning as though even the compound itself acknowledged the weight of who was arriving.

As a result of Brixton's extensive knowledge of the beats, he was able to cum me in a little under five minutes while he was enjoying me. Even if it was only his fingertips, it was plenty to satisfy my requirements so there was no need to worry about it. The warmth that I could feel persisted, and I had an insatiable desire for more of it at that moment. After Brixton had sexually tortured my body by turning it upside down and telling me to bend down and spin around, I got very concerned and had no idea what he would do next. I had no idea what he would do to my body next. Because I had no idea what he would do after that, I was quite concerned about it.

“ Yea, we can do that. I can have it where you guys can watch the other one get worked on.” Tank calls over one of his artists, a guy named Damon. “ Damon, I want you to do a Reckless tat on Brick here. I have the design for you.” Tank says handing Damon one of the papers. Speed and watch as Brick takes off his shirt and sits in Damon’s chair with his front facing us. “ Yum.” Speed and I say at the same time making us giggle. Damon looks at the paper then back at Brick. “ Where do you want it man?” Damon asks. Brick points to a clear spot on his chest right over his heart. “ This is where it belongs.” Brick says looking at us with pure love and lust in his eyes. We watch as Damon wipes Bric

Then another woman added. Brix hurriedly shoved away the people blocking his way when he heard what the woman said about gays, bullies, and fraternity. He was suddenly nervous when he got an idea. “Hey, take it easy!” Complaint of a woman and a man who almost fell because of Brix. Brix ignored the complaints of the others that he had been knocked over just to get by. After reaching the front, his three men immediately appeared in his sight. He cursed bitterly when he saw how they looked—many bruises on their faces and barely able to open their eyes. What shocked him more was when he saw what was written on the placard they were holding.

I admire my masterpiece with pride, unable to look away. "Fucking Christ, little bird. You're so fucking sexy covered in my come." "God you're so weird." She sits up and pushes both my knife and my gun away from her, blushing when she sees how saturated in her come they are. "I need a shower, Brixton." "And then you and I need to talk about how you fucking betrayed me... yet again." "As you fucking wish, little bird." | Harley | Being back on my old rooftop with the rain drenching me with its icy drops, a serious case of deja vu slaps me right across the face. I remember Brixton encircling me with his strong, tattooed arms and pulling me against his body.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

She twisted my arm behind my back, forcing a cry of pain from my throat, and slammed me face-first into the mud. ‎ ‎"Pathetic!" Vexa yelled to the crowd. "Is this Magnus's bride? Is this the future Luna? She fights like a rabbit!" ‎ ‎I gasped for air, mud filling my mouth. I spat it out, coughing. Rage, hot and blinding, flared in my chest. ‎ ‎Get up, I told myself. Do not let her win. ‎ ‎I pushed myself up. Vexa was laughing, her back turned to play to the crowd.