Page 14 of The Bratva's Pregnant Bride

“Now you are ready for me, malyshka,” he smirked and nestled his hips between my shaking legs.

Nikolai didn’t let up; he gripped my hips and entered me in one swift movement to take advantage of my orgasm. But that didn’t stop it from hurting. My hands scraped down his back and I dug my nails into his skin.

“Ouch!” I yelped.

He paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust, as his thick flesh stretched me to my limits. As he searched my face for any signs of discomfort, a dangerous glint crossed his eyes, and he growled, “You’re so fucking tight, little girl. Did I hurt you?”

“It’s …it’s just big …”

He glanced down to where our bodies joined, then back to my eyes, a broad smile appeared on his face, touched by a mixture of guilt and pride.

“I’ll be gentle,” his breaths came fast before his fingers dug into my skin and he pushed in deeper this time.

His rhythmic movements were slow and careful at first, each thrust felt like he was stoking the fire deep in my belly. I shifted my hips and drew him closer. His head tilted back, and a deep groan rose in his throat.

“You okay, my little girl?”

“Uh-hm …” It was all that could escape my mouth as I let out a deep, croaky moan. “You can go faster.” I panted.

As we began to move in sync, his thrusts became more fevered, harder, and faster, fucking me into the couch with rough strokes of his hips. I closed my eyes and the world around me went quiet and dark, shrinking to the sounds of our bodies slapping together and our moans.

“Ah …fucking good,” he grunted.

His pace became increasingly insistent, as if he couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t get enough of him ravishing me like this. My insides tightened like fiddle strings and pressure mounted when suddenly my body convulsed, and my pussy clamped around him.

“Oh, fuck, Nikolai!” I screamed.

A frenzied wave of electrical impulses surged through me as my second orgasm consumed me. One of his hands wound into my hair, the other holding my hip in place, as he pushed into me with every ounce of strength, sending him over the edge into his own abyss of pleasure.

“Fuck, Ashley, you’re perfect,” his thick brows furrowed as he panted it like a prayer. I felt his heavy load filling me and trickling down my thighs, as his warm body gently fell over me like a protective blanket.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, nibbled my earlobe, and then kissed me slowly and tenderly, his large hand resting at the base of my throat. My body was still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure when he pulled me into his side.

What have I done?

The thought lingered in the back of my mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming sweetness that cascaded through me.

As we lay entwined on the couch, still catching our breaths, Nikolai spoke softly, his voice a soothing balm to my racing thoughts. “Next time, when you scream my name “… it’s Nik … call me Nik,” he hummed, his words a gentle caress against my skin. “It's a name reserved for those closest to me. People I like.”

Next time? And you like me?

I wasn't sure what to make of this small token of affection and my heart soared even higher than it already was. I nodded silently, my mind still buzzing from the intensity of our encounter. Why would he ask me to call him that? Was I now one of those closest to him?

As I rested in the comforting warmth of his embrace, I felt a sense of unease overcome me.

Had I crossed the line of no return?

For better or worse, I was now entangled in the web of Nikolai Wolkov's dark charm and there was no turning back.

Chapter 6 - Nikolai

The look on her face when my tongue first parted her lips, still lingered on the fringes of my mind as I sat in my office, reminiscing on how good that pussy tasted.

The blinds behind me were closed and obscured my view of the outside world. Nevertheless, thin rays of light seeped through and cast long shadows on the office. There was a lot of paperwork on my desk that needed to be done and Savic was sitting in the chair across from me reading some documents, but I was lost in a memory that was so hot I just couldn't stop thinking about it.

I was leaning back in my chair, relaxing against the backrest, when my consciousness noticed something on my face, something that resembled a smile. At this point, I didn't care at all. I just wanted to bask in the glory of the feeling. Savor the moment.

My God! She was so fucking hot. And wet.

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