Page 31 of The Bratva's Hostage

I walked in between her legs, pushing her backward. Her eyes widened when she was flat against the large glass mirror with nowhere to go.

“What are you doing.” Her voice shaking.

I lifted her face towards mine. “I’m going to kiss you, Elena,” I whispered, not giving her any chance at a refusal before pressing my lips against hers.

She mumbled against my lips, her eyes blazing as she splayed her hands on my chest, pushing me away. I wrapped my hands tighter around her, stopping her protest.

“Someone might hear us, Maksim,” she said in a panic.

“What exactly will they hear?” I asked innocently. “It’s only a kiss.”

Her cheeks turned crimson red as I growled in her ear. “Such a naughty girl. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.”

“Maksim, no,” she insisted. “Not here!”

“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll be quick.” I pressed my hard cock between her thighs. “See, I won’t take long. And you are already halfway there, huh?” I said.

I greedily caught her lips and coaxed her into a slow, deep kiss. She became more desperate and hungrily swiped my tongue, as my hands traced the sides of her breasts. I teased her hardening nipples through the lacy bra, swallowing her moan into my mouth. She fisted her hands into my shirt, pulling me closer to her until I was pressed tightly against her. Her hands wrapped around my neck, tugging at my hair.

My lips traced a pattern down to her neck, sucking the sensitive skin. She moaned loudly and I covered her mouth with my hand, muffling her sounds.

“You were supposed to be quiet, princess,” I chuckled against her skin, brushing my lips against her neck. I pulled away from her, grinning when she followed me before stopping herself.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and spun her around to see herself in the mirror.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I asked, standing behind her and kissing her shoulder softly. “How sexy and gorgeous you look?”

She stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes glazed over, her lips pursed as she looked into my eyes in the mirror.

I turned her head to mine, kissing her again, savoring the taste of her in my mouth.

“I’ll be so proud to walk into the restaurant with you tonight. The envy of all men and women staring at you with barely concealed jealousy because they know they can never come close to being as beautiful as you are.’

She frowned at my words. “Maksim, I don’t think I want-”

I pinched her nipples, cutting her off as she squeaked. She let herself fall into my body; her eyes closed as I massaged her breasts. This time, softer. Her eyes fluttered, lashes grazing her cheekbones as she moaned, unable to keep her eyes open.

I held her with one hand tight against me and lowered my other hand to her stomach, caressing her flat belly and dipping my hands into her navel, tracing small circles around it. Her breath came out in soft puffs, her lower lip between her teeth as she struggled to hold her moans back.

My cock hardened even more, and my balls ached as I watched her expression. She was so fucking sexy. She looked up at me and then away as she blushed once again.

“Don’t be shy. Look at yourself, Elena,” I said, lifting her head to the mirror. She shook her head, stiffening her neck as she turned away.

I parted her legs with mine, my hand moving to the band of her panties. I slipped into her panties, teasing as I lowered it even further and swiped my finger through her wet folds.

My thumb and index finger pinched her swollen clit and circled it; I watched as her face contorted into pleasure.

“So wet for me. Look at me, Elena,” I commanded, cooing into her ears, as I kept stroking my thumb over her clit.

As her eyes found mine, her embarrassment was obvious even through hooded lids, but her eyes were filled with pleasure. She squirmed as I slid my finger up and down her pussy, wetting it in her slick. I eased inside, my lips mirroring the small o her mouth forms as I pushed in. I crooked it upwards, pushing in and out her heat at a slow, unhurried pace. She pressed against me, her feet losing its strength as I supported her with my body.

Her head pushed into my chest, and she arched her back. I kissed her neck as I inserted another finger into her warmth. She cried out as I increased my pace, wrapping her hand around my neck.

“There, I want to hear you,” I said as she shuddered against me, her hips moving with my fingers as she chased her orgasm.

With one last curl of my finger, she opened like a dam, her juices dripped down my hand as she came.

I pulled my fingers out of her, still holding her upright with my body. With her eyes on me, I slipped a finger into my mouth, tasting her essence.

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