Page 19 of Forced By the Bratva

“What do we need to talk about, and where are you taking me?” I asked Feliks.

“Why are you so paranoid?” He asked. “And impatient.”

I opened my mouth, then shut it when I realized I had no answer.

I just watched him from the side as we walked ahead. He was so charming. At first, I wondered what had given me the impression that I was to marry an old man. I smiled inwardly as we continued walking.

Feliks's palm was soft and warm; I wished he’d hold me like this forever. We approached a small room by the side, and Feliks led me inside.

He shut the door behind him immediately after we walked in, and my heart skipped. The room was nowhere near the main gathering.

It was empty, with only a reading table and a small chair beside it.

A few books were neatly arranged on the table. A small lamp by the side of the room looked old and worn.

I wondered when the last time anyone had been in here, apart from the cleaning staff, since the room seemed old but very clean.

I was still trying to take in the sight of the room when Feliks suddenly cleared his throat and brought me back to reality.

“You can think about that later,” he told me.

I looked down at my shoes again and bit my lower lip. I was short of words.

Feliks began to walk toward me slowly while I took steps backward. My heart raced as stepped away from Feliks.

He didn’t give me breathing space. He took a step forward whenever I took two steps backward because his legs were longer than mine. My back touched the wall, and I seized my breath.

He pinned me against the wall, and due to the closeness, I could feel his hard breath against mine. His body rested against mine, and I had to hold my breath. I could hear him panting.

“Do you know how badly I want you?” he asked me. “You look fucking hot, and I want to fucking fill you up with me.”

I gulped. I could feel his dick getting hard as it pressed hard against my stomach region.

“Do you know how badly it pisses me off when other men turn around to look at you?” he growled.

I gulped again, not knowing how to respond.

“Whenever they stare at you, I feel like I should grab them and rip their heads off. They have no right to stare at your hot body. You’re so sexy, and I want you to be mine alone, Jenna.”

I didn’t know why I found it so hot that he praised me aggressively. It gave me butterflies in my stomach, and I blushed helplessly.

“I want to bend you over on that table,” Feliks whispered, his lips so close that his tongue touched my ear.

I felt my heart skip a bit as he said that, and I realized that I was already fucking wet.

I wanted to tell Feliks to go ahead and fuck me as much as he pleased, but I found myself unable to speak. I’d lost my voice completely. The tension in the room was getting worse, and every second that passed made me feel even more wet.

I stared into Feliks’ eyes, and I saw that burning desire in him. That desire to fill me up with every part of him. My heart was racing in my chest as I looked into his eyes.

Before I could react, Feliks grabbed me by the hair and turned me around. He pushed me toward the table and shoved me over it, then lifted my dress and pulled my panties down. My breath came in pants as I felt his hand reach around my thigh.

Feliks teased my clitoris with his fingers for a while, bringing me to orgasm before sliding his dick into me. I gasped when I felt him fill me up.

He began to thrust gently, then slowly began to increase the pace. I grabbed the table and tightened my grip around it.

Feliks gripped my hair as he moved in and out of me swiftly, groaning softly in pleasure.

I pressed my lips together hard as I tried to stop myself from moaning loudly. The thought that I was bent over a table in a public place where anyone could walk in and see me as I was getting my brains fucked out excited me even more. I moaned loudly, prompting Feliks to go even faster as he pumped into me with his huge member.

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