Page 41 of The Lazarov Bratva

Then, for a split second, I’m on the edge, staring down into this bottomless abyss. Every muscle is so tight I can’t breathe. My toes curl and my body shudders.

Then I come.

It hits like a truck, exploding through my body like a tingling wave washing from my inside to out. As I come, Kristof shoves a finger deep inside my pussy, and I cry out, my voice breaking. Pulse after pulse ripples through me, and I gasp for air as weakness enters my limbs.

That was an orgasm?

It’s nothing compared to anything I’ve ever done by myself.

I take a breath, trying to gather my thoughts, but there isn’t time. Kristof surges up with a growl, and his mouth collides passionately with mine. I can taste a sweetness on his lips and it clicks in my mind—that’s my own sweetness.

His tongue shoves into my mouth, stealing what little air I have left. The rough drag of his denim crotch over my throbbing pussy is almost painful, and I whimper desperately. At some point, his shirt vanished, and when I clutch at his shoulders, there’s only solid, bare muscle for me to stroke. His hands pull at my bra, snapping the straps and ripping it from my body with a flash of pain that soothes the moment he grabs my breasts. His rough, weapon-worn palms graze over my nipples as he gropes and pulls at my flesh, and his hips roll against me repeatedly.

He kisses me until my lungs burn, until the need to breathe becomes primal and I rip my mouth away from his. Kristof doesn’t leave, though. He pinches my left nipple, and a sharp pain shoots through my body. His teeth graze my throat, dragging over my quivering pulse, and his other hand fumbles with his belt. Then his other hand closes over my throat and his thumb presses against my jaw, forcing me to look up at him.

His eyes are hollow, his pupils blown so dark with desire that his eyes are almost jet black. His lips are swollen and he licks his lips.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he growls down at me, and a shiver sweeps down my spine. “Then tell me no one cares about you.”

Suddenly, something soft and yet hard at the same time presses against my entrance. Instinct has me closing my thighs, but his broad hips are in the way, blocking me.

It’s his cock. He’s serious.

The sensible part of me rears up for a second, and I try to tell myself that this can’t happen. He’s my godfather. My father would kill us both. There’s no way this can happen.

That part of me dies a swift death the second Kristof thrusts forward and a weak cry tears from my throat. The pressure of his cock entering me is more intense than I ever imagined. It’s thicker than any of my fingers, and while his hips move slowly, the pressure is insistent. I gasp, as if his cock is pushing the air from my very lungs, and my fingertips turn to claws as I grip his shoulder.

Alcohol dulls the pain, and the lust beating wildly in my heart eases any wariness I have.

I want him.

I need him.

I want to be fucked and held and shown that I mean something, even if it’s just once. Even for a moment.

Kristof grunts, and his gaze wavers as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. My pussy resists for a moment and my heart catches in my throat. Suddenly, Kristof slams his hips forward, and his cock shunts so deeply inside me that I can’t breathe. In the same breath, his teeth sink into the juncture of my throat and shoulder and a scream tears from my throat.

Sharp pain lances through my core. I’m so full, it’s like he’s crawled inside me and taken up every available space. I can’t breathe.

I can barely think.

Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?

There’s only a few seconds of pause, and then Kristof replaces his teeth with his hand, sealing around my throat like a collar. He stares down at me like a hungry beast, and I am his eager, desperately willing prey.

Then he begins to fuck me.

There’s nothing gentle in his thrusts, no care for my virginity or my body. He’s a feral beast, fucking into me with hard, brutal thrusts that would shunt me up the couch if not for the hand pinning my throat down. It’s like he’s trying to carve the perfect space inside me for his cock, and his cock alone.

And I love it.

What pain lingers from the initial intrusion begins to fade, and I’m overcome with a new pleasure that swells deep inside me. It floods through me like static as each thrust strokes against nerves I had no idea even existed inside me. Like fireworks, pleasure flares from my clit with every impact of his pelvis and from deep inside me as his cock pounds deep.

Kristof sinks down and kisses me hard, a clash of biting teeth and colliding tongues. He kisses like he fucks, like a beast determined to claim, and I drink it down like a drug. My body sings higher and higher, and the closer I get to orgasm, the tighter his hand constricts around my throat. Each breath drags up my throat, fucked out of me by Kristof whose hips move in a blur. He controls every inch of me.

And I love it.

Warmth sweeps up my spine, and my heart beats so fast it's a blur. My core tightens, and the walls of my pussy lock down around his cock as if my body has a mind of its own, desperate to keep Kristof buried inside me. Distantly, I share that sentiment.

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