Page 26 of The Bratva King's Kidnapped Bride

So that I wouldn’t come all over her in my crazed desire, I took her hand away, pinning it to the bed. She trembled underneath me, arching as I stroked her with my fingers, easing them in and out of her, then finding her clit and teasing her until she panted and clawed at my shoulders with her free hand.

“I need you,” she said, head thrashing back and forth. I reached to smooth the wild red waves from her face and kissed her while forcing her closer to the brink of going wild. “Please, Aleks,” she begged, her legs clamping tight around my hand.

I pushed them apart, holding her down. “You’re mine, little girl. You’ll come when I tell you to, and you’ll take everything I give you until then.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “But I need it. I need it so much.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want as soon as I’m done playing with your sexy little pussy.”

With a growl of her own, she shook her hand free and wrapped it around my cock, squeezing and stroking until I was as desperate for release as she was. I could have overpowered her, made her beg me until I gave her what she needed, but I was weak to her innocent, eager touch. I slipped my fingers out of her cunt, soaked with her juices, and found her swollen clit.

Her body thrashed as she let out a high-pitched shriek, and she released her grip on me to clutch at the bedspread as I drove her over the edge. It was better than I imagined, watching this rare beauty come under my fingertips, every inch of her perfect body exposed and writhing against the bright velvet, completely under my control.

Until I couldn’t hold out another second. Because I craved her like I’d never craved anyone or anything before. If I didn’t quench that hunger soon, I might disintegrate. Before her screams subsided, I impatiently kicked away my pants and spread her legs wide, dragging her so that her slippery opening was rubbing up against my pulsing shaft. I looked down at where our bodies met, the dripping head of my cock about to drive deep inside her.

“You’re mine,” I told her, digging my fingers into her hips with the last of my restraint.

“Yes,” she agreed breathlessly, reaching for me as she tightened her legs around my body, drawing me even closer. “I want to be. I do. I want to be yours, Aleks.”

I plunged inside her until my balls bounced against her plush ass cheeks. She screamed as I filled her tight channel, her body limp when I pulled her close to me, but coming to life again when I dragged my teeth across her nipples.

She held onto my shoulders and met my ferocious gaze with one of her own that bordered on the same madness I felt for her. As much as I was claiming her, didn’t she already have a stake in me as well?

Or did I just really love fucking her hot little body?

I pounded hard and deep, taking every inch of her tight little space, with her hips moving along with my harsh rhythm and the sound of her gasps driving me on. I eased her back onto the bed, wanting to watch her come again as I took her. Her lithe arms fell open, her tits bouncing as she hit the bedspread, the sight of those pink nipples making my eyes roll back. I ran my hand across her smooth, flat belly, ramming deeper at the image of her swelling with my child. As much as I wanted her pregnant, I also wanted her all to myself for a while.

I leaned over and gripped her hair, turning her face so I could kiss her, then dragged my lips down the side of her neck. “I’m going to come inside you now,” I told her.

She nodded, too dazed to speak, but she licked her lower lip and found my eyes with a gaze that told me just how much she wanted me. Just as I was about to shoot my seed inside her, I found her clit and watched her pretty lips drop open, letting her gasps and screams wash over me. Then, with a roar that should have shaken the chandelier above us, I let loose, rocked by the depths of our shared orgasm.

I kept going with every last bit of strength, until her head knocked against the ebony headboard. Her hair was a wild tangle, and I reached to put my hand between her and the shiny wood, finally collapsing in a heap against her.

“Oh my God,” she murmured in between panting breaths, her hands weakly circling me.

I rested my forehead against her shoulder, hardly able to breathe with her hair surrounding my face, but not about to move from that blissful position. How long did we lay there, locked together, fighting to regain our breath and sanity?

I finally rolled to the side, and she rolled to face me, eyes closed, with a smile on her kiss-swollen lips. I eased the hair from her sweaty brow, smoothing it behind her shoulders to fan out on the bed.

“I can’t think or move, but I don’t mind it,” she said. “I think I like it, but like I said, my brain’s not working.”

She wrapped a leg over my hip and snuggled closer so that her cheek rested against my chest. Getting my arm under her to make her more comfortable, I just stared at the ceiling, as dazed as she was.

“That was something,” I finally said, trailing my finger down her arm. “There’s no way I could have held out until after the wedding like I meant to.”

Katie yelped, rising up on her elbow to look at me with shock. “I should hope not.”

I laughed. “What? You couldn’t have gone another day, either?”

Her face froze, and she went completely still in my arms. “What do you mean, another day?”

I frowned at her sudden change of mood. “The wedding is tomorrow at City Hall. Just my brother Lev and my assistant will be witnesses.” She stayed frozen, except for her eyes, which were as round as saucers. “If you’re dreaming of a big wedding, don’t worry. We can do that later on down the line.”

Still silent, she rolled away to sit up straight, hugging her knees close to her chest. For some reason, she seemed deeply shaken, and I tried to reach for her, but she scrambled away, jumping up and pulling one of the pillows in front of her.

When she found her voice, it came out in a surprised yelp. “We’re getting married tomorrow?”

Chapter 15 - Katie

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