Page 50 of Used By the Bratva

Maxim arches an eyebrow, taking her hand and kissing it. “Eto chest' vstretit'sya s docher'yu vraga.”

For a moment, I consider throttling him. Out of all the things he could have said, he told her that it was an honor to meet the enemy’s daughter.

She doesn’t need the reminder that I killed her family on her wedding day.

Natalie takes it in her stride, smirking as she pulls her hand back from him. “Ty muzhchina s kroshechnym penisom, da?”

Maxim barks out a sharp laugh, even though she just asked if he was the man with the tiny penis. He shakes his head, still laughing. “Oh, Natalie, I don’t know who told you that my dick is small, but they’re a liar.”

When she looks down at his crotch, squinting, I lose it.

My laughs echo through the front hall, drawing the attention of the rest of my family.

As they gather around Natalie, all clamoring for her attention, I get the sense that none of them know how truly broken she is despite the perfect façade she presents.

That’s a side of herself that she only allows to show around me.

I pull her closer to me and watch as she effortlessly charms my family and blends into our lives as if she were always meant to be there.

Sergey also welcomed her into our family, not quite with open arms; he remained reserved. But he reassured her when he told her that he could overlook her ancestry because he thought that she had already been punished enough by having to put up with me for the rest of her life.

She gave him a polite smile and leaned closer to me. I tightened my grip around her waist to signal my protection, and she just nodded.

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The bathroom is steaming as I step out of the shower and dry myself off before wrapping one of the white towels around my hips.

Natalie’s eyes meet mine in the mirror on the other side of the room as she pulls a brush through her wet hair.

I sneak across the room to her and don't say a word as I stand behind her and take the brush from her hand. As I place it on the vanity, she closes her eyes.

Instead of the rough touches and teasing I know she expects, I take my time, lifting her wrist to my mouth and kissing the fluttering pulse there.

She leans back into me, her head pressing into my pelvis as my cock swells to life.

I work my hands over her shoulders and collarbones, massaging her gently. “You were stunning this evening. I think my family might like you far more than they like me.”

She laughs softly as she turns toward me on the small bench. “I doubt that. I’m the enemy's daughter, remember? I still don’t know what my father did to your family.”

I take her by the hand and pull her to her feet before taking her face in my hands. “And you don’t need to know what happened, not tonight. This is our wedding night, and I plan to spend it worshipping your body, not talking about the past.”

She smiles and reaches for the tie on her white silk robe, pulls it open, and reveals the small bump that’s forming.

I crouch down and kiss her bump, sinking deeper until my tongue glides through her folds and laps up her wetness.

Her fingers weave through my hair as she leans against the vanity and lifts one leg over my shoulder.

My fingers dig into the tanned skin of her thigh, holding her in place as I press one finger into her wet heat while my tongue swirls over the bundle of nerves.

She moans, rocking her pussy against my face as I tease her with my tongue. “Leon.”

“Good girl, Natalie. Ride my face.”

I pull my finger out, and my tongue plunges into her pussy. Her arousal is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever tasted, coating my tongue as she grinds her hips. She tugs me by the hair and tries to pull me closer to her, even though I’m already as close as I'm going to get.

Groaning, I suck on her clit again while I penetrate her with two fingers and take the time to stretch her tight little pussy.

“Oh, god, Leon.” She pants. “I’m gonna …”

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