Page 9 of The Bratva King's Pregnant Bride

He leaned down and captured my blubbering lips with his mouth. We kissed passionately, and he moved in and out of me, increasing his pace, thrusting harder and deeper. Soon, we were both panting.

That was when he pressed his palm down against my lower belly, where I could feel the outline of his cock against my stomach—and that was when I lost it.

“Dominik!” I screamed into his mouth, and he groaned, his hips slamming against my own with an urgency that spoke of his own nearing climax.

When we came, we went over the edge together, and it seemed to last forever. I felt his cock pulsating inside me before he let go. I opened my eyes and found him looking right at me, his dark green eyes drinking me in like he was committing every inch of me to memory.

Dominik buried his head in my neck and kissed me there repeatedly, his lips soft and tender on my neck and shoulders. His hand slid from behind me and traced my right breast. I closed my eyes and sighed, my arms embracing him, holding him, needing him closer.

This was just a one-night stand; I knew that—but I also wanted to hold him for a while, at least until the euphoria wore off.

Slowly, he rolled off and lay next to me. Neither of us said a word; he just moved his hand slowly up and down my thigh, giving me a light touch as he brushed the curls between my legs. My nipples stood, taut and erect, ready for him to rub them with his big hands, but he left them alone.

No. I wanted more. To that end, I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled myself up to straddle him, my heart in my throat.

He looked into my eyes with a questing smirk as he whispered, “What is it, little mouse?” His tone was amused. “You look like a deer caught in my fucking headlights, right now. Making my cock hard all over again.”

I swallowed hard, my throat working as I felt the thick ridge of his cock press against my pussy. I whimpered.

“Is that what you want?” Now, his tone dipped, becoming molten. “You want to ride me now? You certainly don’t act like a virgin, Maya.”

That last sentence made me giddy, and I laughed quietly, despite my terrible case of nerves.

“What’s funny?” he asked.

I smiled with mischief. “I’m no longer a virgin, Dominik.”

That was enough to darken his gaze again, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, his cock already hardening under me.

“No. You’re mine.” He said the words with a jealousy that sent shivers over my skin, but he kissed me before I could answer.

It didn’t matter; we had no need for words.

Chapter 4 - Dominik

I sat in a dimly-lit room, wreaths of smoke swarming around me like loyal soldiers. Taking a drag on the cigar in my mouth, I watched Natasha dance slowly on the pole, her hips dropping quickly, then rising as she arched her back, giving me a full view of her glorious ass.

I saw Natasha, but I pictured someone else: the woman from the previous night—Maya. She had left too soon for me to even get her number. I’d been sure she’d had as much as much I had, so I couldn’t figure out why she’d run off so quickly.

She was the first woman I had ever been so enraptured with; every moan only seemed to pull me in deeper, till I was lost in her. I never forget to wear a condom, but with this woman, I’d been so captivated that the thought hadn’t even occurred to me.

If it were any other woman, I’d be worried—so much as so that I would get myself checked out. However, for some reason, the fear of any medical or health repercussions was conspicuously absent. Only one thing irritated me: that she’d left in the manner she did—like I was some shameful secret she didn’t want to follow her into the morning.

Like I was nothing more than the tool she’d needed to lose her virginity.

“I’m no longer a virgin, Dominik.”

No, she was certainly the fuck not. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d said it last night, that she was mine. I was the first man she’d had, and I would stay the only man… which meant that I was not going to let her escape me. There was a mix of experience and inexperience about her, an innocence that I found irresistible, unlike the talented—but jaded—women who normally surrounded me.

Those kinds of women were perfect pictures of seduction, knowing exactly how to swirl their waists, twisting in ways that had you coming to them, begging. The thought made me want to break something; their bodies were traps, a prison to enslave unwitting men to their will. I was used to such girls, women who pleased you—and pleased themselves in the act.

Then, there was Maya. She was like a sacrifice, spread out on the altar before me, one I couldn’t resist feasting on. Every move I’d made had been spurred on by my need to devour her, consume her.

Own her.

Natasha smiled, and I followed her gaze to the bulge in my trouser, probably thinking it was she that had inspired my arousal. Suddenly, I wished I could tell her, confide in someone. However, my thoughts were private, and mine alone.

Natasha moving towards me, her hips swaying in a manner that had once entranced me. She knelt before me, keeping her seductive gaze on my face—something she knew usually held men in her thrall. Only I was no longer mesmerized by her; a siren of a different ilk had me in her grasp. But since Natasha was eager, I would have to let her ease my erection, even as I fantasized about my Maya.

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