Page 16 of Arranged Marriage By the Bratva

“Nikk,” I sing out, my body humming as two digits slides inside me. It feels so wonderful—the stretch, I raise my hips to him, and he grins, reaching over to the drawer and pulling out a condom. I watch, mesmerized as he rolls it on his thickly engorged member.

My eyes widen at the girth, and Nikk skims his fingers over my belly. “It’s going to fit, trust me. Your pussy is going to stretch around me. You’re too wet for me. So delicious.” He slowly guides the tip to my entry, massaging, tingling sensations gathering as I feel a pop upon entry.

It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, but it’s a funny feeling. Again and again, he probes me inside, guiding himself and back out. Thrusting, and tunneling himself deeper and deeper until I’m full of him.

His green eyes bore into mine, and it’s as if he can see my soul. I don’t want him to stop as I find my hips swirling in time with his. And he smells of this heady, musky spice. God, what is he doing to my body? A tight sensation swirls in my core as his thumb skims over my clit.

“Nikk!” I call out, bucking against him like a wild animal, heat pooling in my body.

“I want you to come for me. Do it!” he commands, his hot authority, propelling me to a peak I’ve never experienced before. The bed squeaks under our weight as the friction increases, his cock swelling the more he thrusts.

“Nikk!” I gasp, sensory overload taking over as a crescendo of sweet orgasm washes over me in intense waves from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet. Seeing stars, I feel myself breaking apart as the intensity of the sensation increases. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” There’s no catching my breath as Nikk groans, grabbing a handful of my breast, his cock still deep inside me.

“You’re so tight, so tight, L’vitsa. Fucking tight!” he growls, his face contorting as I feel the thickness of his girth swell inside me. He grunts, releasing, the vibration of his heartbeat sounding in my ears. I hold on to the victory, smiling through the darkness, for the simple fact my pussy holds its own special brand of power.

Nikk withdraws falling in a heap beside me, both of us panting. I’ve crossed a dangerous line, because now I’m sleeping with the enemy and there’s blood on the sheets….

Chapter Twelve

Nikk

I claimed the lioness and tamed her just like I said I would. I spread my hands behind my head cockily. No woman can resist me. Never has, and never will be able to. I’m a man of my word, and as the sun ushers in a brand-new day, I pat the bed next to me, wanting to start the morning off with my cock inside Elena again.

But as my hand pats the empty, cold spot beside me, I quickly realize she’s up early. I rise, rubbing my hands over my face, watching her robed on the couch, a pout on her face.

“Good morning,” I say, winking at Elena and flipping the covers back. Walking over to her, I’m in a damn good mood, but it appears my L’vitsa is not. There’s a noticeable change in her demeanor.

Is she sulking? Judging from all her moaning and groaning last night, she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Unperturbed by her antics, I stretch, sliding on my boxers and walking closer to her. Her fiery caramel eyes are clearly begging for my death by dagger.

She recoils, and my fingers involuntarily hang in the air, wanting to stroke the same hair I enjoyed tugging last night, but I think better of it. At least for the time being. “Good morning.” Her gaze remains fixated on the TV as she doesn’t return my greeting.

“Are you ignoring me now?”

“Yes, I am,” she announces defiantly, crossing her arms, attempting to peer around my body.

“After last night, you don’t want to talk to me?” I push, forcing her to speak to me.

Now I’ve got her attention. Her eyes flash up to me as she shakes her head. “I was drinking, and you seduced me.”

Snorting, I step forward encroaching on her space, her eyes encouraging me to retreat, but I’ve already claimed her precious virginity. To me, the boundaries have been well and truly crossed.

“Are you sure? You had so many opportunities to stop yourself. I didn’t force you,” I remind her, a hint of arrogance in my tone.

“You practically did.”

“Tell me how? You kissed me back. You were practically screaming my name last night.”

Elena’s eyes hold irritation as she sighs. “You’re experienced, and you know how to seduce women; that’s why it happened,” she reasons, denying her own vital attraction to me.

“Are you sure, Elena?” I ask, bridging the gap, and cupping her chin in my hand, which she swiftly swats away, a flustered expression riding over her distinctive features.

“Yes, I am. It won’t happen ever again, I can assure you. It was a big mistake. One that I will never make again,” she reasons in an acerbic tone.

Dropping my hand from under her chin, I shift my gaze to her robe tie, the primal urge taking over to unrobe her and immediately unravel her shallow theory.

No woman can resist me, and I’ve already proven my point, orgasm after orgasm.

Elena scrambles, rising to her feet, attempting to take the same action she took last night, which was to give herself some breathing room from me. “I’m going to get some breakfast.” She quickly moves towards our bedroom door.

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