Page 21 of The Bratva's Hostage

A cocky grin spread on his face, and he looked at me with naked hunger, like I was some prey, his eyes heavy with lust and desire. Blood rushed to my face and ears.

I walked past him and sat at the dresser. I brushed my hair slowly, taking out the tangles that had gathered during the course of the day, and ignoring how fast my heart raced.

I glanced at him through the mirror and cold fear gripped me. My hand trembled and I brushed my hair faster. “This wasn’t part of the deal, Maksim,” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

He got up in one smooth motion, reminding me of a large feline, stretching lazily in the sun. “The ‘deal’ was for you to marry me, Elena. And with marriage, comes the responsibilities of a good wife.”

He stood behind me, and my eyes were drawn to his strong arms, his six-pack abs, and the large bulge in his sweatpants. It was a sexy, terrifying sight.

He stopped behind me. “Humor me, Elena. Repeat the basic ‘responsibility of a good wife’. Do it to please your husband.”

I froze, my eyes glued to his beautiful body. “Why are you doing this?” I whispered, my voice shaky.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Because I can. And I want you.” He hugged me from behind, his lips close to my ear. “What is your responsibility as a good wife, Elena? I want you to remind me.” His breath tickled hot against my ear. Hot and dangerous.

His hands slipped upwards and cupped my breasts. I gasped and shut my eyes. His fingers twisted my hard nipples gently and I felt a spark blossom between my legs.

He kissed my earlobe and moaned with satisfaction. The sound melted me like an ice cube inside a campfire. Slowly, his right hand slid down my taut tummy and he slipped it under the waistband of my pajama pants and panties in one go.

“Go on,” he murmured in my ear. “Tell me how good you’d be for me.”

Breathing became hard, and I felt as if my heart would explode in my chest. Why wouldn’t he stop? I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t form the words in my head. His hand found my sensitive spot, an exhilarating jolt shot through me, and I felt my knees turn to jelly.

“I… will be loyal… and abiding,” I choked out as I struggled to breathe.

A low moan escaped my lips and he chuckled pleasantly. His finger moved gingerly, pressing against my clit, and sliding into my wetness. The feeling was mind-blowing, and I let my head roll backward onto his chest.

“Keep going, I know you want this as much as I do” Maksim prodded. I don’t know why I was compelled to obey.

“I will listen when he speaks and do as I am asked.” I grit the words out and hissed in pleasure and pain when he bit my neck, his fingers, slick with my juices, continuing to rub my clit.

“And I will fulfill my husband’s desires… Whenever… and wherever he wants me to…” The last sensual promise fell from my lips right as I was about to climax, and Maksim’s hand stopped.

I was still reeling from the sensation of his touch even after Maksim withdrew his hand. I opened my eyes slowly and saw him watching me in the mirror, a sly look on his face.

He raised his hand, bringing it in front of my face. “You bet you will… and you will enjoy it too. Look how wet you are for me.”

I whimpered with need and that only made his smirk widen. Holding eye contact with me, he brought his finger to his mouth and then licked it. I almost gasped. My legs were trembling with arousal and my face was burning with embarrassment.

I didn’t want this to happen, but heavens, it felt so good. Maksim saw the look on my face and read my thoughts. He picked me up effortlessly as if I weighed less than a bag of groceries and carried me to the bed.

I burned with frightful anticipation as he undid the buttons of my pajama shirt, and then pulled down the pants. He stared at my naked body for a long time, his eyes glazed over as if he was in a trance. I squirmed self-consciously under the scrutiny.

“Elena?” he rasped against my ear.

“Yeah?”

“Relax.”

He took off his pants, and the size of his cock filled me with dread. He lay on top of me, and I did everything but relax as his hardness pressed firmly against my thigh. I felt a shiver run up my legs and through my thighs, reverberating through my entire body.

Maksim adjusted his hip and placed the tip of his cock on my entrance. Just before he pushed in, I held his arm. “Maksim, there’s something I need you to know…” My breath was raspy, and I struggled to form words. “I’ve never done this before.”

He cocked his head to the side and gave me a puzzled look. His eyes widened in understanding, and he pulled away. I held him in place. “Please be gentle.”

He smiled the kindest smile I’d ever seen on his face before. “I will, princess.” He leaned forward, caught my lips fiercely and roughly, slipped his tongue in, so slow and hot, my body melted into him. I just let myself go. My fear, my worry, my anxiety. I let it all go. I could feel the girth of his head probing my slick entrance, and then slowly, he slid into me. My eyes widened, I dug my fingernails into his skin, and I cried out in pain.

“Shhh…” Maksim whispered, his arms tightening around me. “Take all of me, Elena. It will stop hurting once you get used to it.”

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