Page 32 of Used By the Bratva

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to share,” Ashan stated, gently patting my hand.

Smiling at him, I decided to simplify it. “It’s complicated,” I continued, Swallowing the lump in my throat. “I’ve never really had a family or anyone I could depend on. I’ve always only had to rely on myself. My mother and father weren’t really in the picture, and my aunt who raised me, well, she died when I was twelve.”

Ashan sighed as we pulled into the den parking lot. “I’m so sorry, Jamie.” He said, turning to me.

“It’s not your fault, but that’s why I hid my identity for most of my life. I had to protect myself and learn how to take care of myself. I didn’t want pity or handouts.”

“Still,” Ashan said as he got out and walked around, opening my door. “I’m sorry that life has been so hard for you. Someone as amazing as you don’t deserve such heartache.” Blushing, I glanced away so he couldn’t see.

He ordered some biscuits and cocoa, as well as fruit and cream, as we headed to the suite. Entering the suite, I took a quick shower and dressed more comfortably. Ashan got our order for the door for us before also taking a shower.

As we sat drinking hot cocoa and having biscuits with fruit on the bed, we continued to get to know each other.

“Now that you’ve met everyone, you know you have a family,” Ashan mumbled while swallowing a bite.

I did, and it felt good. Smiling at him, I spoke, “So, the den, what’s your plans?”

Finishing his biscuit and placing his cup down, he moved closer to me. He took my hands and kissed them before talking. “Everyone has their businesses and what they bring to the family.”

I nodded as he spoke passionately. “Well, the gambling den is the one thing that’s mine. I want it to flourish so everyone can be proud.” His voice was filled with sincerity as he continued. “And the workers, they have become my friends, I want them to be happy and to make sure they can keep their jobs.”

Ashan spoke about the den, his family, and the workers with so much emotion and compassion. He opened up and showed me a side of him that I truly liked. He wasn’t your typical tough, bad guy. No, there was a lot of heart underneath the cold, icy exterior.

He was so soft and gentle. I knew that I had to tell him everything. If this was going to work, Ashan needed to know the whole lot.

“Ashan,” I said, holding his hands tightly. “There’s something I have to tell you.” I swallowed hard and hoped he wouldn’t get too mad at me for not telling him about my relations with Pedro earlier. “Some time ago, I got into a really sticky situation and needed a way out.”

He smiled supportively at me. “Okay,” he said and waited for me to continue.

Glancing down, I continued. “I got very drunk one night and had some trouble. To get out of the situation, Pedro offered me his help, but I had to sleep with him in exchange.”

Looking up into his eyes, I continued hastily. “I regret my actions and what I had done, and I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” Once the words were out, I felt a little better; there were no secrets to worry about.

Ashan lifted my hands and kissed them again. “It’s okay, baby,” he said, pulling me closer. He hugged me tightly as he continued. “You only did what you had to, to survive. But that’s over, and you now have me. You can rely on me, and you never have to hide again, I promise.”

I felt relieved and safe in his arms. Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks as he tilted my head up and kissed me. His lips were warm, and his touch so gentle. I felt my stomach looping, as I wanted him.

Tenderly, he lowered me onto the bed as he continued to kiss me. A hunger inside me grew as he gave life to my desire for him. Ashan used one hand to unbutton the romper on my shoulders. He carefully pushed his hands slightly in behind my back and pulled the romper down. It went smoothly over my sneakers due to the wide pipes.

Ashan laid warm kisses on my belly as he pulled the thong down over my legs. Sitting up, fueled by my throbbing pulse and lust. I made quick work of ripping his shirt to undress him. Buttons went flying through the air.

As my lust increased, my patience shrunk. He assisted me in unbuttoning his belt and removing his jeans quickly, as well as his underwear. I grabbed him by his neck, pulling him down onto the bed with me while kissing him deeply.

Ashan then kissed his way down my body moving past my pussy to my thighs. It felt like he was teasing me as he kissed my inner thighs. This drove me through the roof as I felt like screaming. I struggled to control the insatiable need for him rising within me.

Moving back over my body, Ashan kissed my stomach, making it turn wildly, my breasts, my neck, and then finally my mouth. With each kiss, I felt my insides tumbling and my body burning with pleasure and desire.

Tenderly, he lowered himself into me while his tongue explored my mouth to its fullest. Filled with strong yearning, I felt my hands curling into his back and my nails digging into his skin as he slowly pulsed inside me.

My desire and lust grew with each gentle move, driving me up the wall. After a couple of intense pulses, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back. “Ashan, flip over, please.” I breathed out, overcome with incredible yearning. He turned to his back, and I mounted him like the stallion he was.

Sitting upright on my knees, I pushed my hands into my hair. Ashan grabbed my hips as I rose up and down on his penis, hastily moaning out of pure bliss. After a couple of hard pulses, his hands moved up over my stomach to stroke my breasts. Cupping them, he played with one finger over the nipples, sending shudders through me.

As all my senses lit up, I couldn’t control the moans that fled from my mouth. Reaching down, I pulled Ashan up into my arms. He sucks at my nipples as his strong hands cup my butt. My fingers flow through his thick hair while I push my feet onto the bed, raising to my hunches. Ashan let out a soft moan as I pushed up and lowered myself quickly back onto his lap.

He assisted by lifting me as I rode him feeling my pussy pulsing with each move. After a while, Ashan grabbed me tightly, moving to the end of the bed before he stood, lifting me with his strong arms. He turned around back to the bed. Ashan softly placed me back down before flipping me over onto my stomach and kneeling behind me on the bed.

Spreading my legs, he entered me from behind. I pulled the sheets into my mouth, trying to stifle my cries of satisfaction as Ashan moved in quick pulses. Slowing down, he pulled me up with him into the doggy position.

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