Page 37 of Stolen By the Bratva

Now that he was gone and I had a solid plan for the future with this sexy woman, nothing could hold me back.

“But it’s… I’m not?—”

I shifted over to cover her, but after I kissed her quiet, I kneeled back and looked my fill.

My virgin. My woman. She was both if I had anything to say about it.

“I do want you.” I shoved the towel off her breasts, letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes glittered with raw lust as I gripped the hem of her dress. The white fabric strained with her heaving chest, and with one hard yank down, I ripped the gown’s bodice into two.

“Alek!”

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy around my dick.”

“But—”

I grabbed handfuls of her skirts next, continuing with the destruction of the damaged and bloody gown. With each tear and rip hissing through the air, I freed her of the layered mess of too much cloth. As I continued, freeing her until she lay there naked and trembling under my gaze, she wriggled and shifted.

“I’m not?—”

I kissed her again, silencing her concerns. Covering her nude body was a temptation that drove me crazy. I was still dressed, but the contrast provided an extra thrill.

She moaned into my mouth but shook her head and parted her lips on a ragged draw of air. “Alek, this isn’t right.”

I leaned back, prepared to prove her wrong again. She could tell me no all she wanted, but I knew it was a lie. She wanted me. Regardless of the tumultuous news she’d heard since I almost took her, and despite the harsh violence and shock of Yusef’s intrusion, she would want me again.

Picking up her legs, I took my time in staring at her bare beauty. All that creamy skin, unblemished and smooth over her sexy curves. Her breasts swayed with every motion as I draped her thighs over my shoulders. I lifted her, both hands on her juicy ass, and brought her glistening pussy toward my face as I lowered to rest on the bed with her.

One taste wasn’t enough. I was fucking positive that one time fucking her wouldn’t, either. She’d understand. She’d realize how badly I wanted to make my version of the future come true.

Starting with her. Right now.

I tongued her slit, collecting every drop of her sweet, tangy cream as I licked and sucked. She couldn’t go far with her hands still bound, and as I looked down at her tied to the headboard, my dick hardened faster. Knowing I owned her here, that I had her trapped and helpless, made a dark sliver of sin burn fiercer within me. I wasn’t a gentle lover. I didn’t have a kind heart. Keeping her tied up made this all the hotter, and I realized that she would agree.

Gripping her bindings to gain leverage, she thrust her pussy to my face. She’d never done this before. Only with me. But already, she was proving to be a quick learner in going for what she wanted and showing me what drove her wild. Sucking on her clit had her coming again, and as she trembled and shivered, her thighs quivering on my shoulders, I let her ride out the waves of her orgasm as I undressed.

Keeping my gun on the bed—just in case—I stripped out of my clothes. I hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on after my shower, so kicking off my pants and boxers made quick work of the remaining barriers between us.

I crawled back up to her as she still raced to catch her breath. Her legs remained wide apart with me wedged between them, but she tensed and tried to cover up. She watched me nervously as I stroked my hand on my cock, too impatient. In her eyes, I saw a naughty thrill. She wanted it. She stared at my dick with so much desire, she couldn’t tell me otherwise, but beneath it all, I noticed the fear.

“Alek, wait.”

I didn’t, lining my leaking cockhead to her wet pussy. Holding her legs apart with my side and one hand, I pushed slightly to show her that this was happening.

“You want this,” I said as I leaned over to suck on her tits.

“I–I don’t know if?—”

I gripped her hips, rocking slightly to push my dick in a fraction deeper. She tensed, holding her breath, and I waited for her to calm.

She was so skittish, but she didn’t need to worry. Not this time. I liked it hard and rough, but if she could just trust me…

“You’re going to take my dick like a good girl, Mila.”

She stared at me, her face showing how badly she wanted the pleasure I could give her while simultaneously, she was intimidated by what it would feel like. “I?—”

“Right now,” I vowed as I slammed into her tight, slick heat in one long, steady thrust.

She arched her back as I drove all the way in. Her breasts swayed and shook with the jerky reaction, and I didn’t wait to pull out and repeat that long thrust.

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