Page 27 of Forced Bratva Bride

“It won’t happen again, Maxim. I promise.”

“You are mine, and it is my responsibility to keep you safe.” His eyes penetrate mine with fierceness.

I nod, as my breathing becomes faster, and I feel my body pulling toward him.

He has gone very quiet.

His blue eyes are locked on my lips. I slowly run my tongue over my lower lip, trying to gain control of myself, but already knowing that I have lost it.

Then his lips press against mine and his hand runs from my chin to my throat, then over my breasts. I gasp softly at his touch as his other hand slips around my waist, pushing my hips against him. I can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against me as the tension between us increases.

I wrap my arms around his neck and stand up on my tip toes, lifting one leg to wrap it around his waist as he slips his hand under my thigh to steady me.

His hand drifts up my leg, brushing over the bikini bottoms, then sliding beneath them and touching the soft skin of my most sensitive parts.

I moan against his mouth and press my pussy harder against his hand. He slips his fingers inside me, and I shudder with pleasure.

My hands are on his belt, tugging at it, needing more of him, wanting to feel his cock.

A knock on the changing room door causes us both to freeze.

“Is everything still alright in there?” a tentative voice comes through. “Do you need any assistance with the sizes?”

“Um, everything is fine,” I reply with a shaking voice.

“Just shout if you need me,” the shop assistant says, then we hear footsteps as she slowly walks away.

Maxim closes his eyes and clamps his jaw tight. “This is not happening. Not in here.”

“But—" I breathe heavily, pressing my pussy into his hand again.

He slides his fingers out of me and I bite my lip.

“I won’t risk someone walking in and seeing you naked. This body is for my eyes only. You are mine; you belong to me, and I am the only one who may have the pleasure of experiencing you.”

He steps away, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. When he glances at me and sees the look in my eyes, almost pleading, he leans down and kisses me again, sending fire all the way through me.

“There is a time and a place for this, my love,” he whispers. “Get dressed.”

Then he looks around the fitting room.

“Which one did you like?”

“Which one?” I stammer, confused.

“Which bikini?”

“Oh, um, I, um—"

“The one you are wearing looks incredible on you.”

“It was between this one and the blue one,” I say, pointing to the suit hanging on the hook near the door.

“Mm. That color would look great on you, too. Get both.”

He takes a seat, his eyes on me. I realize that he has no intention of leaving the changing room while I get dressed, and the thought of him watching me turns me on even more, although I have no idea how that's possible at this point since I feel like I'm going to explode if I don’t have him now.

I turn my back to him and start pulling at the bikini top, trying to undo the strings.

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