Page 37 of Hating the Bratva

I’m grateful that I can’t see Alek’s reaction from this angle as I reach one hand between my legs and start to circle my clit. I’m already wet, and my fingers against my clit is a small relief.

I hear him take a deep inhale as I rub between my folds. I close my eyes, relishing in my touch. I imagine it’s Alek’s finger between my legs, feeling me, touching me, bring me to the edge—

“Stop.”

My hand freezes. The bed dips as he positions himself between my legs. I open my eyes to see his green eyes focused on me with a hunger I’ve never seen before. He brushes my hand away and uses his own to continue the pattern I started. I let my head relax against the bed again as he brings me to the edge. He inserts a finger inside, and my back arches. I’m still sore, but the pleasure covers up the pain.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grits out as he thrust another finger inside me.

“Oh…Alek.” The words spill from my lips before I realize I’ve even spoken them. A deep need stirs in my belly. I need all of him, just like last night. I sit up and wrap my hands around his neck. He nearly falls forward but catches himself with his other hand next to my head. My lips crash into his again, but this time the kiss is needy, hungry. His dick presses against my sex, and I swirl my hips, pushing my pussy against it.

“You’re killing me here, Bunny,” he groans. His fingers continue to thrust into me, and I explode.

Like an electrical current is running through my entire body, my walls clench around his fingers. I forget to breathe. Alek takes that moment to remove his fingers and plunge into me. My walls throb around his length, making me feel full. I wrap my legs around him. His body presses against mine, our sweat mixing as he thrusts. His scent surrounds me. His muscular chest rubs against my tits, sending a zing right to my clit.

“This. Is. Mine,” he says with each drive. “You. Are. Mine.”

My orgasm that just ended starts to build again.

“Say it,” he demands in a low rumble.

“I’m yours…fuck, yes.”

His pelvic muscles rub against my clit, and my legs start to shake.

“Come for me one more time.”

He didn’t need to tell me because the electric current was already there. As it spreads through my body, he increases his pace. He buries himself deep inside me before letting out what sounds like a roar. I swear I can feel him empty himself inside me, and like a splash of cold water, reality hits me. We didn’t use a condom.

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