Page 74 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

“I’ll send out a message to everyone on duty, sir. I’ll report absolutely anything that seems out of the norm.”

“Thanks.”

I walk back to the car and open the door for Tia.

“Come on, baby girl. Let’s get you inside.”

She climbs out and takes my hand as we walk up the stairs, into the house, closing the door behind us and finally feeling safe.

Tia hops into the shower while I make us each a hot chocolate. Then I have a quick shower after her. She’s already in bed, sipping her hot chocolate when I get out, just a towel wrapped around my waist.

I’m walking over to the closet to get some sweatpants when Tia calls me over.

“Yefim,” she says, softly.

I turn towards the bed and sit on the edge near her.

“I’m scared,” she says. “I feel—sort of—watched. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“I think it’s perfectly normal, Tia. That man was kind of spying the entire time. You’ve come face to face with him now, and I think it makes him more real. But no one can get to you here.” I reach out and touch her face. “I promise you, I will keep you safe. My family will keep you safe.”

She pulls the blankets away from her body. “Please come and lie with me. I really don’t want to be alone.”

I glance down at my towel—damp, not ideal. But when I stand up to go and get those sweat pants, Tia reaches out and takes a handful of my towel, tugging at it so that it falls away.

“Come and lie with me,” she says again.

My body begins to tingle with anticipation.

I pull the blankets further off her. She’s wearing her oversized tee shirt.

When I lean over her and run my hands over her legs, I quickly find out that she isn’t wearing anything beneath it.

I lie down on top of her, caressing her face, leaning close to her so that our lips touch, but we don’t kiss, we just feel the warmth of each other’s skin.

She runs her hands down my back, wraps her legs around my waist.

Then she pulls me close and presses her lips against mine, her tongue inside my mouth and my cock throbbing hard against her pussy.

Slowly I rock my body against hers as our kiss deepens. The slow intensity of our caress becomes a little more urgent, a little more heated. Her hands knot in my hair as she lifts her hips up against my cock, rubbing herself against me, inviting me to push my cock inside her.

I wrap one arm behind her back, lifting her so that she is arched against my body.

Then slowly, very slowly, I push my cock into her pussy.

Against my mouth, I feel her sigh. A heavy, warm breath of desire and pleasure as I slowly fill her up and stretch her open.

I push myself all the way inside her, then wait, feeling her pussy pulse over me, not moving, just letting her take in every small movement my cock makes inside her.

Then I begin to rock back and forth—tantric, methodical, almost meditative as we listen to each other’s breathing, feel each other’s skin, taste each other’s lips.

When I do pull away from our kiss and stare down at her, her eyes are wide and glittering in the soft light. She looks too beautiful for words.

“I will protect you until the day I die, baby girl,” I whisper.

“I know you will,” she replies softly.

And to know I have her trust, to know she has given me that, it explodes inside my heart, filling me with something I don’t understand.

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