Page 40 of The Bratva's Hostage Bride

“Luka,” I breathe.

“Hannah,” he murmurs.

I tilt my head up, and he kisses my lips. His deft fingers tug at my shirt, and I raise my arms so he can pull it up and off. I stand there, top half bare. Shivering but not from the cold.

Luka gets down on his knees and kisses my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair as he pulls down my shorts and then my panties.

He slides two fingers between my folds and works them up and down, stimulating me.

I shake slightly, and he gets up. “On the bed.”

I get onto the bed and lie back. He lies next to me and cups my vagina before he holds his hand there and inserts his middle finger into my pussy. He starts to move it, and I rock my body back and forth as he does.

He rocks with me. We’re moving together as though he’s already fucking me. His thumb finds the sensitive nub.

I grip the sheets tightly and arch my back in pleasure. “Luka.”

“Hannah,” he breathes, moving his hand and thumb faster. I can feel that sense of electricity building up inside of me. He leans over and captures one of my nipples in his mouth, nibbling on it lightly with his teeth.

“Luka!” I groan out his name louder.

He doesn’t respond this time, focusing on how his hand plays me like a fiddle. We’re rocking back and forth hard now, and I feel hot and heavy.

I shiver again and clench my legs around his hand. He continues to move it despite this new barrier, and I whimper, tossing my head from left to right to left to right over and over again as my orgasm washes over me.

Luka slowly pulls his hand away and licks his fingers, and that drives me crazy. I kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue, a sharp, tart taste.

He kisses me back, feverishly trying to pull me closer. I push him onto his back, pulling his shorts down. His dick stands to attention, and I mount him this time. I awkwardly guide his erection into me and slowly lower myself onto him, letting him spread me once again.

His hands find my hips, and he holds onto them, letting me sink until he’s buried fully inside of me. I lean down to kiss him as I start moving my hips. My nipples brush against his hard chest, and the sensation drives me wild. He moves his hips to meet mine.

“Luka,” I groan. “Harder.”

“Hannah,” he grunts before wrapping an arm around me and flipping me onto my back with my legs in the air still bent. He shifts and throws my ankles against his shoulders and holds my hips as he moves. It’s a whole different sensation, and he’s hitting a sweeter spot than before. I whimper softly as he moves slowly and steadily, thrusting with purpose.

He thrusts until he suddenly buries himself in me, and I feel that warmth spreading inside of me again. He rolls off me and chuckles. “Hannah.”

“Luka,” I breathe.

It’s a comfortable drive back to the estate, even if it does take most of the afternoon, and Luka keeps his hand on my leg. I want to let it go that he married us behind my back, but it seems to be the only thing holding me back from fully enjoying his company.

We pull up to the estate, and I climb out. “Jonah and Monty will get the bags,” Luka says.

I nod and head toward the house.

When I walk in, a woman is standing there, her hands on her hips. “Jeez, you guys took forever to drive back.”

“Asher, this is Hannah. Hannah, this is my best friend, Asher.” Luka smiles and gives her a hug. Is that a pang of jealousy I feel?

“I just came to drop off your gifts,” Asher says. “It’s all in your sound room as per Luka’s instructions.” She’s looking at me.

I look at Luka and then her. “Where I record my podcast?”

“Yeah, Luka asked me to pick up a few things he ordered for you and set them up. I must go, but I’ll see you guys in an hour at Mama Milov’s.” She hugs Luka again and strolls out.

“What is she talking about?” I ask, looking at Luka.

“You’ll have to go upstairs and see.” His mischievous smile is so cute.

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