Page 58 of Arranged to Marry the Bratva

"I need you." I nuzzle his neck, inhaling his masculine scent.

“But, the baby,” he whispers, trying to deny me.

"The doctor said it's safe. In fact, even good for pregnancy. And I can't wait any longer."

Nikolai groans, running a hand through his hair. "Anoushka, you'll be the death of me." His hands glide under my nightdress, cupping my breasts as his thumbs graze my nipples. I gasp, desire burning through my veins.

"Please," I whisper.

Nikolai strips off my nightdress in one smooth motion, and I balance on my haunches, pulling down his boxers. I straddle him again, reaching back for his cock, stroking the hard length of him. He hisses in pleasure, fingers sliding between my folds to find me slick and wanting, his eyes transfixed on my breasts, gently sliding down to parting between my legs.

I shiver under his gaze. He truly makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.

I cry out as he circles my clit, sending an electric current through me. "Fuck me, now."

Nikolai grabs my hips and pushes me down beside him, immediately balancing above me and pins me beneath him, thighs spreading to accommodate his hips. He takes his cock and guides it to my entrance, and I feel the warm, velvety head nuzzle against my wet folds. He pushes in slowly at first, his eyes locked on our joined bodies, his expression a mix of tender longing and fierce dominance.

"You're so wet, Anoushka," he growls, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in one deep thrust, stretching my walls. I moan, nails digging into his back.

"So tight," he groans, pulling out slowly only to slam back in. He sets a brutal pace, fucking me with abandon as our breath mingles in frantic gasps.

The coil in my belly tightens, pleasure swirling through my senses. Nikolai rubs my clit in time with his thrusts, threatening to push me over the brink into bliss. And yet, I want to control the pace.

I place my hands on his shoulders and push him away. He looks at me curiously. “Did I hurt you?” he asks.

I shake my head and shove him down on the bed before getting on my knees and turning to face him. I push Nikolai onto his back, straddling his hips. His eyes darken with renewed hunger as I grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath me.

"Again," I demand, lifting my hips to position him at my entrance. I sink down in one swift move, moaning at the delicious stretch.

Nikolai's hands grip my waist, guiding me into a punishing rhythm. I ride him shamelessly, chasing the sparks of pleasure that shoot through my core.

He puts his hands on my breasts as I ride him, pinching and pulling at my sensitive nipples. "You're so fucking hot," he growls, eyes locked on mine.

I lean forward, planting kisses along his chest, then bite his nipple hard, hearing him groan in pleasure. I keep riding him hard, our bodies slapping together in a symphony of lust. I can feel the familiar tightness in my core building, and I know I'm close.

Nikolai moves his hands down to my ass, gripping my cheeks tightly as I continue to move up and down on him. I place my hands on his chest for support, now sitting upright, letting his cock hit me just where I want.

"So beautiful like this," he rasps, thumb circling my clit. I cry out, inner walls fluttering around his cock. Nikolai flips us over without warning, pinning my hands above my head.

He slams into me, the pace brutal and demanding. I writhe beneath him, coherent thought fleeing my mind. Nikolai releases one of my hands to grab a fistful of hair, pulling back sharply, and bucks his hip to hit right below my clit.

I let out a loud cry. "Come for me, Anoushka," he growls, watching my face contort with pleasure as he begins to rub my clit, fucking me hard with his cock.

The sting of pain mixes with pleasure, sending me hurtling over the edge. I come with a sob, vision whiting out. Nikolai continues to pound into me, chasing his own release.

With a shout, he spills inside me, hips jerking erratically. Nikolai collapses half on top of me, chest heaving.

I curl into his side, sated and content. I’m so tired that in my head, I tell him I love him. I catch my breath, wondering if I should muster up the courage to say so, when he reluctantly pulls away, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I must leave for work soon, but I will be home early tonight." He nuzzles my neck, stubble scraping my skin. "We have much to discuss regarding the baby."

I nod, tracing idle patterns over his chest. "I was thinking of going shopping for the nursery and some clothes today. It will give me something to focus on while you're gone."

"A good idea." Nikolai captures my hand, bringing it to his lips. "But you will not go alone. I will have Fedor accompany you for security." His eyes darken. "Dima will watch over Sofia and Natalia as well."

“What, why?” I ask, suddenly worried.

“Just until the baby is here,” he explains. “I want everyone looked after. I want no trouble on the horizon, so my focus can be on you both alone,” he explains, kissing my belly.

“Nikolai,” I ask, perching up to my side when he stands. “Are you sure everything is alright?”

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