Page 43 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

I ignore her and watch her sigh as I cup her breast and squeeze gently. My thumb rubs over her nipple. She arches her back, drawing a deep inhale, and pushes herself harder into my hand. I laugh gruffly and lick my tongue against the pulsing vein in her neck.

“Do you need more, baby girl?”

A shiver runs over her skin, but she clamps her mouth shut, which turns me on more.

“Stop denying yourself. Fucking beg for it.”

I love the games we play with each other.

“If you’re not going to do something about how wet you make me, then let me go and I’ll handle it myself.” She smirks and her eyes are ablaze when I pinch her nipple.

The soft little whimpers she makes as I roll the nipple between my fingers make me crave for more, my inner beast is screaming at me. I groan and suck hungrily at the sensitive skin on the base of her neck as she writhes against me.

Though she might be younger and less experienced than me, my feisty little vixen sure knows how to seduce a man.

I want to possess her body, tease her, and leave her wanting more. Make her realize that she belongs to me, and I will walk through fire to protect her. And when she’s drunk on orgasms, she won’t try to stab me anymore.

She looks down at my hands as I flick open the button of her jeans. I let go of her wrists while pulling down her jeans. Her silky thong goes with it, leaving her in nothing but that camisole.

“Look in the mirror when I play with your pussy. I want you to see your face when you come for me.”

If Hazel’s blush could turn a darker shade of red, I’m sure that it would. She puts her small hands on top of mine and her body feels like it’s on fire at the first swipe of my fingers over her wet slit.

She moans as I press my thumb against her clit. My fingers tease her pussy, inching inside her before drawing back out. Hazel leans her head back against my shoulder, her gaze fixed on my fingers diving in and out of her tight body.

Hazel’s hips rock in time with my thrusts, and her nails scrape over my hands, taking my fingers deeper. Her moans grow louder as I crook my fingers and massage the spot, that’s driving her crazy.

That spot might be my favorite part of her entire body.

“You want to come for me, don’t you?”

“Uh-hm.” Her voice is so soft I barely hear her over the squishing sound of my fingers bringing her closer to an orgasm.

“Louder,” I command.

“Fuck. Yes!” she whimpers again.

A dissatisfied noise slips out of her mouth as I pull out. Her full lips part on another moan as I put my fingers in her mouth. Her tongue wraps around them, licking her arousal from my skin.

She sucks on my fingers, cleaning off the last of her wetness before biting the tips. I lose my mind at the sensation and a pleasant rush of heat courses through me.

“Fuck, the things I want to do to you.” I groan and grind my cock harder against her ass.

The sultry look of her messy hair and her bedroom eyes are enough to drive me insane. Her breasts bounce as I pull her back from the dresser, giving myself more room to slam my finger deeper into her.

I press the pad of my thumb against her clit while adding a second finger. “Tell me that you want me.”

Her legs begin to shake, and her nails dig into my wrist and hand. “I want you. Please, Nik. I want you,” She begs.

“Then come for me.”

My fingers drive deeper into her as she moans. Her chest pushes forward as she arches her back, trying to take more of me than I have to give. I curl my fingers and stroke her inner walls.

Hazel comes on a sharp cry, my name spilling from her lips. “Nik! Fuck. Yes.”

Her hips keep rocking, and her legs convulse. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers as the orgasm dies down.

When her legs finally stop shaking, her limb body sinks into my arms.

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