Page 29 of The Bratva's Kidnapped Bride

Another finger slid inside me, and then soft wetness followed, teasingly at first then with a slow vertical rhythm. I twisted my waist, riding his tongue and fingers, thinking of all the possible ways I’d kill him.

“Do you still want me dead, malysh?”

Yes, echoed in my head while, “No,” came out of my lips. I was conflicted, but maybe I’d be clear-headed after riding his tongue.

He increased his speed, sliding his fingers in and out of me. “You’re dripping like the fucking Niagara Falls, baby. So wet.”

A second orgasm took over me, stronger this time, and longer. With the way my moans were almost deafening me, it’d be a miracle if everyone in the mansion weren’t awakened. Either that or they were dead.

Andrei yanked my feet and tossed me around so that I was on all fours on the bed with my ass raised at him. He spanked my ass and I yelped in pain.

“Do you want to kill me right now, malysh?”

I didn’t give an answer, and he took his revenge with another spank.

“Answer me.”

I held back.

Spank, spank, spank.

My ass felt like I’d been sitting on a pile of lit firewood, tears blurred my vision…and pleasure throbbed in my pussy. Wasn’t it weird, how something causing you pain could also bring you pleasure? This pain made me feel afraid, yet also made me feel comfortable.

He thrust into me without warning. I let out a scream and my chest collapsed on the bed. He slid his hand beneath me and grabbed one of my breasts, twirling my nipple so hard it hurt. “Know this, malysh. From the moment we met, you became mine.” He groaned roughly. “And mine does exactly what I say.”

His hand went from my breast to my neck, choking me while his other hand gripped my waist. “And you keep disobeying me.”

I couldn’t make out the rest of the things he said as they came muffled between my own moans, my pussy clenched around Andrei’s dick as my body prepared for a third orgasm. Andrei’s thrusts became faster, his grip on my neck tightened, and his groans grew deeper.

After a few more thrusts, our moans collided as we climaxed. Andrei didn’t pull out, he held me steady as he filled me with warm semen.

Then he released me and let me fall tiredly on the bed.

“One more thing, malysh,” he said, trailing his hands on my ass. “Don’t ever try to fucking kill me again.”

***

The morning after a good fuck never really felt good. My body started to ache dully as I opened my eyes.

Delicate rays of morning sunlight stalled on the thick white drapes. If the drapes were any darker, it would be hard to tell when it was dark or bright outside.

Heat radiating from Andrei’s bare chest warmed my back and I wondered what his temperature was on a normal day—probably up to forty degrees Celsius or even higher. After last night, it felt like things would be different between us, but whether it was good or bad I didn’t know yet.

Cowardice had never been one of my characteristics, but I found change was inevitable sometimes, and now, I’d changed into a coward who couldn’t turn around to face the man she’d begged to fuck her just last night.

Andrei moved behind me a little and I shut my eyes, pretending I was still asleep. “I know you’re awake, malysh.”

Shit! I was definitely going to kill this man; anger brushed lightly in my chest and gave me the courage to turn around. I was sure my eyes dilated as soon as I turned. He looked like a fucking bad Greek god, and I wasn’t even exaggerating.

His curly raven hair was disheveled in a sexy way, his cloudless-blue eyes peered at me with the softness of daisies, and my God, he had to do something about those broad shoulders and toned abs because it would be the freaking death of me. I bit my lip, remembering this sexy ass man kissed me last night. He fucked me, hard.

“How was your night?” He smiled in a way that said he was teasing me.

I rolled my eyes. “Could have been better.” I still had to preserve whatever self-esteem I had left.

Andrei’s smile only widened, showing off his fine set of white teeth. “Could have?”

“Yes,” I answered sharply. “For a mafia boss who’s probably fucked half the women in New York, your skills at pleasuring a woman suck.” It was the biggest lied I’d ever told. Truthfully, I'd be a slave if that’s what it would take to have him inside me again. The memory of his tongue on my pussy made my clitoris heavy with a certain craving that only Andrei could satisfy.

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