Page 43 of Forced Bratva Wife

I was forced to tilt to the side, bracing my elbow on the counter. My leg naturally lifted, giving Lev better access to my pussy. Planting my foot on the ledge of the tub, Lev growled against my skin, sinking deeper, thanks to increased space. Filthy, wonderful sounds echoed in the bathroom as I moaned and the wet slide of his fingers played out in the tiled expanse.

My mind was already scrambling as he worked me with his fingers, and I gasped as Lev found my G-spot and hooked it. Pressing against the sensitive nerves, Lev pulled a delighted cry from me, and I tangled my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Such a dirty girl. Do you like my fingers inside you?” Lev yanked on the train again, cutting off my air. “Come on my hand, little one. Then maybe you’ll get your husband’s cock.”

It took no time at all for me to do just that, careening off the invisible edge as Lev pumped hard and fast. I flooded with warmth as the orgasm raked through me, his thumb rubbing briskly across my clit to drag it out.

“Fuck!” He didn’t slow down, making my legs quiver, my pussy fluttering, “Lev. Oh God, ugh!”

He lowered his mouth to my nipple, biting over the fabric before he used his teeth to pull it away and sucked the pebbled bud into his mouth. My release had never truly stopped, and I roared higher as he lapped at my hard nipple.

Pulling back, Lev slid his fingers free, then slapped across the swollen folds. I yelped, bucking against him.

“Such a good girl.”

He nibbled at my breast again, making me whimper. I was already so blissed out, and he’d yet to give me a taste of his thick erection. I watched with lidded, tired eyes as Lev freed his cock through the zipper of his pants. He was glistening, the large, long shaft clearly hungry for me.

Lev rolled his fingers, slick with my arousal, over his head and down to the base. The sinful sight was erotic as hell, and my pussy clenched, aching for him.

At once, he leaned me back against the counter, bending me so that my other leg lifted off the floor. The cold surface was a shock, hardening my nipples further. Lev flung up my dress, bunching it around my hips before he rammed himself inside me, bottoming out.

I screamed, the intensity and pain mixing with an intoxicating pleasure. Lev shoved my foot back up onto the tub so he could sink deeper and then fisted the long train of my gown, arching my head back.

The strain squeezed my throat, and I had to take shallow breaths through my nose as he pummeled me, fucking without mercy. Lev was no small man, and the impressive length of his cock drove all the way to the heart of me, hitting my cervix. It made me clench, yelping as the intensity, pain, and ecstasy all rolled together.

Looking up, I watched the devious sight of Lev sheathing himself inside my pussy as he forced me into a backbend with his other hand. My breasts pressed against his chest, and his other hand came to my face, his thumb grazing across my bottom lip. It was a filthy fucking sight, and I loved every moment of it.

I met his stare, and Lev grinned—evil and beautiful.

“My good, little slut.” He rocked his hips, continuing to thrust as he released my dress to slide his belt from his pants. “Scream for me.”

I knew what a monster he was with a belt, and my walls clamped down around his cock as I watched Lev fold up the leather and hover it over my thigh. God, I knew it was insane, but I was hungry for that lick of pain, the feeling of it landing against me as his dick thrust home.

Lev cracked it down over my bare skin, and I did just ask commanded—I screamed. It was too good, too much, painful, and pleasurable. I climaxed again, squeezing around Lev, and he grunted low. A handful more blows timed with his powerful thrusts, and I was howling into the echoey chamber of his bathroom.

“That’s it. Take your husband’s cock, wife.”

I did.

Every bit of me was destroyed by him, and begging for more until I couldn’t stand. Lev delivered on that fantasy, ruining me and piecing me back together into a stronger version of myself.

I could stand in the face of terror, I could learn my life was a terrible lie, and I could survive it all.

I could flourish.

Growling and flinging the belt to the ground, Lev gripped my face. He gave everything to the frenzied pistoning of his hips, and I felt him thicken inside me even more as he grunted.

His lips crashed against mine, sealing us together in a feverish kiss. Lev’s fingers held me tightly to his mouth, but I wasn’t going anywhere. My pulse was racing, and I could sense the intensity in his hold.

He kissed me. He kissed me with everything he had, and it was like nothing before. Lev’s entire being was in that kiss, saying what his words couldn’t, and I returned it all back to him, giving up my very soul to the connection of our lips.

Warm spend filled me as Lev emptied himself into my slick pussy. It demanded another orgasm from my exhausted body, and I pulsed around him, milking everything he had to offer.

Feeling him inside me like this was utter bliss—the warmth, the pleasurable ache, the fullness.

The world slowed, and when it finally settled into reality, I was completely useless. Lev had to carry me to the bed, stripping the gown from me before covering my naked, abused body with the blanket. He crawled in next to me, the warmth of his skin a balm.

“Rest up, little one.” His voice was a whisper, and I wasn’t sure if he realized I was still awake to hear him. “I’ve got you. Pavel won’t touch you again.”

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