Let’s Play

The night was thick with tension as you and Kraven crouched behind a cluster of trees outside the Bratva’s stronghold. The air crackled with anticipation, and you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Ready to make them pay?” Kraven’s voice was low, but there was an edge to it—an excitement that hinted at his darker side.

“Let’s make it count,” you replied, suppressing a grin. You could sense the thrill building within him, and it only fueled your own hunger for vengeance.

You slipped through the shadows, moving silently toward the side entrance. Kraven’s hand brushed against yours, a silent promise that you were in this together. The door creaked open, and you were inside, weapons drawn.

You cleared the first few rooms quickly, each kill igniting a rush of satisfaction. But it was when you reached the target—the man responsible for your injury—that everything shifted. You could hear him laughing with a couple of others, completely unaware of the storm about to hit.

“Just one,” you whispered, but Kraven’s eyes gleamed with a wild intensity.

“No. We take them all,” he insisted, a manic grin spreading across his face. “Let’s make this a massacre.”

You hesitated for a moment but then nodded. There was no stopping him now. With a surge of adrenaline, you burst into the room, your blade flashing as you took down the first man.

Chaos erupted as the others scrambled for their weapons. You and Kraven fought like a whirlwind—he was relentless, almost frenzied, taking down anyone in his path with a savage delight.

“Come on! This is what we live for!” he shouted, firing at a guard trying to escape.

The thrill of the fight fueled you both, and you pushed deeper into the stronghold, taking them out one by one. The sounds of screaming and gunfire filled the air, but it only seemed to excite Kraven more.

“Look at them run! Pathetic!” he laughed, eyes wild as he took down another man.

You couldn’t help but smirk at his manic energy, but you also felt a flicker of unease. This wasn’t just revenge; it was a bloodbath.

Finally, you found yourself in the main room, surrounded by the last of them. Kraven’s laughter echoed as he tossed another Molotov cocktail, igniting the chaos around you.

“Let’s finish this!” he roared, eyes gleaming with a crazed fervor.

With a final push, you took down the last man, standing amidst the wreckage of what had been their stronghold. The heat of the flames illuminated Kraven’s face, and he looked almost ecstatic.

“Did you see that? We made them pay!” he exclaimed, breathless with adrenaline.

You couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of exhilaration and discomfort. “Yeah, but we’ve made quite the mess.”

“Good. They’ll remember this,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

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As you made your way back to the house, the reality of what you had done sank in. Kraven looked over beside you, still buzzing from the thrill of the night then focused back on the road.

“Do you think it’s over?” you asked, glancing at him then looking out the car window.

“For now, who knows the amount of people that want my head.” he replied, a wild grin still plastered across his face. “But there’s always more to kill. And I’m ready for it.”

You shook your head, half-amused and half-worried. “You’re insane.”

“Insanity is just another way to live,” he shot back, a playful glint in his eye.

When you reached the house, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. Kraven led you inside, his energy still electric.

“You really need to rest,” Kraven urged, concern etched into his features as he studied you, his brow knitted with intensity.

“I’m perfectly fine,” you reassured him, offering a gentle smile, though the fatigue in your eyes told a different story.

“Fine? You were shot at and roughed up today. Do you truly think you’re ‘fine’?” His accent thickened, laced with urgency and worry.

“Kraven, I swear I’m okay. I just want to shower,” you laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension, before slipping upstairs.

He watched you ascend the stairs, a protective instinct surging within him as he followed. Once you disappeared into the bathroom, he perched on the edge of the bed, but his mind was racing.

The sound of the shower turning on filled the small space, the water cascading down like a soothing torrent. You could feel the steam enveloping you, creating a warm cocoon, but Kraven’s thoughts spiraled into a different realm. Images flooded his mind—of you, wet and radiant, water glistening on your skin, igniting a primal desire within him.

He fidgeted, the tension in his body escalating as he battled against those thoughts. But the sound of the water was mesmerizing, beckoning him closer, awakening a wildfire in his chest that he couldn’t suppress.

In a moment of reckless abandon, he rose and silently approached the bathroom door. The faint sound of your laughter and humming mingled with the shower’s rhythm, quickening his pulse. Without hesitation, he slipped inside, steam enveloping him like a shroud. He abandoned his tattered clothes and entered the shower. The hot water hitting his body from above and the steam relaxing his body.

There you were,backlit by the soft glow of the shower, water cascading over you, completely unaware of his presence. The scene stole his breath, stirring a fierce longing within him.

“Kraven?” you called out, your voice barely rising above the rushing water. You felt a presence in the air and your body tensed

He stepped closer, his hands finding their way to your hips, fingers gripping you possessively. You gasped at the sensation, a jolt of electricity racing through you. “I can’t resist you, Моя любовь,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You kept your eyes fixed ahead, avoiding his gaze as the silence wrapped around you, sharp and intoxicating. Your heart raced like a sports car revving in the garage, each beat echoing the tension building between you.

“Kraven,” you breathed, the sound barely escaping your lips, filled with urgency.

“I’m here,” he replied, his voice low and sultry. “Always.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck, igniting a fire within you as he pulled back, turning you to face him.

“Tell me what you want,” he urged, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

Without needing to say a word, you reached up, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down to you. Your lips met in a fierce kiss, a collision that ignited a blaze of passion. His hands roamed over your wet skin, exploring every curve, before settling firmly on your backside, squeezing possessively.

“Mmm, you taste so enticing,” he growled against your mouth, the heat of his breath fueling the fire inside you. The kiss deepened, your bodies pressing together, every brush of skin heightening the desire coursing between you.

Kraven’s lips trailed along your jawline, down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Suddenly you felt a sharp sensation. He had bitten you, his eyes turning golden. “Don’t get carried away handsome.” You chuckled softly , your fingers running through his hair.

He smirked and pressed you against the tiles, the warmth of the water cascading around you, enhancing the sensations as he explored your body.

His hands slid lower, fingers teasingly grazing your thighs then slipping inside you, igniting every nerve ending. First it was one finger then another and you couldn’t help but moan. You tilted your head back, surrendering to the pleasure, your body arching toward him instinctively. The steam enveloped you both, a thick haze that blurred the lines between reality and desire.

He captured your mouth again, the kiss turning desperate, filled with hunger. His hands gripped your waist as he lifted you slightly, your legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer as he slowly entered you. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of passion.

“Fuck! You’re so beautiful baby.” He said crazed. Kraven’s movements became more urgent,his cock moved deeper inside, claiming every inch of you. The feel of his everything against yours sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter than before.

The water dripped down your bodies, mixing with the heat radiating between you. He whispered sweet nothings, but you could barely focus on the words, lost in the sensations, the rhythm of your bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As the steam thickened, so did the tension, wrapping around you both like a cocoon, intensifying every kiss, every caress, every thrust In that moment, nothing else mattered—only the two of you and the heat of your shared desire, ready to consume everything in its path.

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“You okay, Малышка голуб?” he asked, his fingers gently caressing your face. A smile spread across your lips as you leaned in closer, the moonlight filtering through the window, casting a soft glow on his beautifully sleepy features.

“I’m fine, Красивый,” you replied, mispronouncing the word for handsome in Russian, your voice teasing.

He chuckled, a snort escaping him at your attempt. “You almost called me a very bad word!” he laughed softly, and you playfully slapped his chest to silence him.

A brief silence hung between you, comfortable and warm, before you spoke up.

“Come to London with me,” you suggested, planting a gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose.

He pulled you closer, a grin spreading across his face. “I’m glad you weren’t planning to just leave without me,” he said, his smile shining with warmth.

“Don’t make me regret this, you asshole,” you warned, a playful glint in your eye.

“Trust me, baby, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” he replied, his grip tightening as he pulled you on top of him.

You laughed, feeling a rush of joy as you settled into your position, straddling him.

“Let’s play a game…” you said, leaning down to kiss him, the playful tension igniting between you.