Page 71 of Forced Bratva Wife

“I know exactly how this,” he cupped me over my pants, “tight, little pussy gets when you’re in pain.”

I was flooded with warmth and wetness. God, he was right, and the idea of him playing with me while I was getting tattooed made the arousal pool even more.

“I think I know just the person to help us out.” Lev’s tone was far too teasing, and I knew when it finally did happen, I’d be in for something unique. “And I think you need something that’s just pretty, just for me, right here.”

Lev smoothed his finger over the crook of my hip, tickling me. I laughed, but soon, the sound was eaten up as Lev crashed his lips against me, his hands working furiously to get my clothes off. I started to return the favor, unbuttoning his shirt and working on his belt.

“Hmm, two tattoos already planned out,” I whispered against his lips, “I think I’m going to end up as inked as you.”

Kneeling above me, our clothes now mostly gone, Lev raked his stare over my skin, eating me up hungrily.

“I’m very okay with that, little one.” He slipped his hand down my stomach, stroking gently at my aroused slit. “I will always want every bit of this tasty, little body.”

I moaned, my legs falling open as he teased me, his fingers never quite slipping inside. Arching up against his hand, I greedily sought contact, already so desperate for Lev to fuck me.

“Lev, please.”

He laughed—deep and low—and when I looked up at him, he was smirking with downright evil glee.

“Now, now, little one.” He dipped just the tip of his pointed finger between my lips before pulling it back and sucking the digit clean. “You’re going to do exactly as Daddy says.”

My entire being thrummed with need, heating me like a damn inferno.

“Lay back, baby,” Lev slid his belt free, folding it between his hands, “and scream for me.”

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THE END

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Kidnapped Bratva Toy

He kidnapped me, locked me into his bedroom, and claimed me. And there’s nothing I can do.

I’m a lawyer, and my new case means suing the Bratva. But you can’t sue the Bratva.

If you do, he takes you to his house and makes you his hostage.

If you do, he uses you as his toy until you give him what he wants.

I have to win this case. It’s my chance to become partner.

But fighting the Bratva means participating in an unfair game.

The skull on his chest shows me who is the boss.

The piercing in his tongue teaches me I’m weak.

I try to push back, but he enjoys me wild and furious.

I try to hide my desire, but he enjoys making me wear my embarrassment.

He captures my wrist and pins me to the floor until there is no escape.

And as the tension reaches melting point and demands release, my greatest fear becomes reality:

Will I beg him to claim me?

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