Page 45 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

“No,” he murmurs. He kisses down my neck to my breasts, and he starts sucking and kissing my nipples. I run my fingers through his hair as I groan, squirming under him.

He then starts to kiss down my flat belly, nipping at the skin before he brings my legs over his shoulders and settles down.

When he first parts my folds with his tongue, I see stars. I’m so sensitive. All I can think about is his rock-hard cock slamming in and out of my wet pussy. It’s driving me mad.

He sucks on my clit, and my hips buck. “Igor,” I cry out, gripping his hair tightly and pressing his face further into my crotch.

I feel his fingers probing me before he slides two inside of me. He works them in and out as his tongue dances around my swollen nub. My hips rock back and forth with his ministrations.

“I need you,” I cry out. “Ah, oh my God.”

He stands back and quickly finishes undoing his pants before he presses the head of his cock between my folds, sliding it back and forth to lubricate it with my juices.

I whimper and squeeze my breasts, massaging them as they feel so sensitive. I pull at my nipples as he pushes into me, and I raise my hips to meet his.

There’s an animalistic look in his eyes as he starts rolling his hips, thrusting into me hard.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pull him down for a deep kiss, and he grunts into my mouth as he moves faster. I feel like we’re losing all control. I break the kiss. “Don’t hold back,” I breathe into his ear.

He gets up on his knees and holds my hips as he thrusts in and out of me.

“Oh yes,” I draw out my words, arching my back.

He pants hard as he moves. “I’m going to cum.”

“Cum inside of me,” I cry out.

He slams into me and holds himself there, and I feel the heat as he releases his cum inside of me.

I look up at him as he reaches between us and starts fingering my clit. “You need to orgasm, too.”

I squirm. Feeling his cock still filling me while his fingers play with my clit is driving me insane. I roll my hips and start crying out his name over and over again. The intense way he looks at me drives me over the edge, and I clench around his erection as I chase my orgasm.

Igor pulls out of me and collapses next to me.

I turn over and cuddle up to him, kissing him softly.

When I wake up, he’s gone. It must be early morning. My groin aches from the sex, and when I manage to get up, I walk bow-legged to the shower to wash.

I smell his aftershave in the bathroom, and it calms me. I wash and dress in a tracksuit before I head downstairs.

Matvey is just coming inside the front door when I reach the bottom of the stairs. We stand there awkwardly before he clears his throat. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

I blush. “Thanks to you,” I say quietly. “Thank you for coming to my rescue yesterday. I don’t want to know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up.”

I can see he feels awkward about this situation. I suppose we’ve done nothing but butt heads since we’ve met, and now he’s my hero.

He clears his throat again. “You would have handled that asshole before I got there. I knew you were just biding your time for the right opportunity. You’re a tough chick.”

I smile shyly. “I don’t know about that, but I’ve been around the block a few times to know how to defend myself.”

“Get bullied when you were a kid?” he asks.

I hesitate. I’ve never told anyone, out loud, that I’m an orphan—a fact I’ve hidden well from my records.

“I… didn’t have parents growing up,” I say quietly. “I was an orphan, and eventually, I was adopted by this horrible family that was looking more for a slave and a punching bag than a daughter.”

The awkward silence hangs between us before he says quietly, “I’ve never known loneliness like that.” He shifts from foot to foot. “I’ve always had siblings, and my family is quite caring. We’d do anything for each other.”

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