Page 86 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

“Hold on,” I said as I slipped away from her, heading to a table, where I picked up a remote control and turned on the stereo system.

The moment the slow, sexy music started to play, her face lit up with excitement.

“This is my favorite song,” she said to me as I walked back to her.

“I know.” I stopped in front of her and pulled her to myself. “What better song to set the mood, than my wife’s favorite?”

“Hmm. Your wife.” She reached to kiss me. “I like that I’m yours.” Her lips, soft and cherry, locked onto mine.

Our heads moved slowly to the rhythm of the music as our tongues twirled in our mouths.

I broke the kiss and stared into her blue eyes. “You look so pretty.”

She blushed, pushing her hair to the back of her ear. “And you look so handsome.”

She kissed me again, drawing in a deep breath as I grabbed her waist and pressed her against my groin. Feeling my erection, a chuckle came forth.

“You’re very hard,” she said with a flirtatious grin.

“You make me hard,” I replied with the same expression.

It was evident that she wanted me; I could see it her eyes—the desire, the longing to be fucked.

In a trice, we rushed at each other’s lips again, this time with a fire that burned brighter than before. I could feel her breath, and she could feel mine as we quickly helped each other get undressed.

We both wanted one another so badly that it was evident in the manner in which we rushed to take off our clothes. Getting her out of that wedding dress was a bit tedious, but we didn’t relent until she was completely out of it.

Vivian hopped into my strong hands, and I held her firmly, palms beneath her butt, feeling the softness of her cheeks.

We continued to share a fervent kiss as I walked between the candles and set her on the bed. She moaned softly.

I grabbed her breasts and fondled them, massaging them and later tuning her nipples. I pleasured her for a moment, enjoying the sounds of her moans before getting off her.

She wondered what I was up to as I reached for the bedside table, opened the drawer, and revealed two chains, a blindfold, a handcuff, and a whip.

Her brows rose in astonishment at the sight of what I had in store for her.

“That’s new,” she said. “I can’t wait to be dominated.” She cast an inviting look at me.

I smirked, connected the chains to the cuffs, and fixed them to the head of the bed before cuffing her hands.

There was a container in the fridge with pieces of broken ice, so I fetched it and returned to her.

“What’re gonna do to me?” she asked, anxious to know my plans and, at the same, anticipating whatever I had in mind.

I set the bowl of ice on the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her for a few seconds then with my teeth. Then, I picked out a single block of ice.

She looked at me, hands cuffed above her head as she breathed heavily.

I kissed her with the block in my mouth, allowing her to feel the chills on her tongue as we played with the block until it melted in our mouths.

She smiled, loving it.

I picked up another with my teeth, but this time, I didn’t go for her lips; I went for her left nipple.

Vivian let out a moan so lovely and sweet that it made my erection grow harder.

I sucked on both nipples with the ice in my mouth, and she was writhing beneath me, moaning.

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