Page 51 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

I know there is no one else out there looking for me, but for some reason his jealously interests me. I like it. I like how possessive he is being over me. I have never really experienced someone being that interested in me.

His eyes lock onto mine as I take the last step towards him, now pressed up against his chest. “I would tear them apart.” His voice is low and threatening.

“Why?” I ask innocently as I trail my fingers over his chest muscles, letting them play between the buttons of his shirt.

“Because I don’t like to share,” he replies.

I look up at him, my body feeling the same heat it felt a few hours ago, outside on the couch. I feel his hand wrap around my waist, and he tugs me hard against him, his cock is pressing into me. Rigid.

He lifts his hand and wraps his long fingers around my jaw, pulling my face towards his.

His lips hovering just above mine, I can feel the heat of his breath. A touch of vodka teases my senses as my heart slams against my ribs, then his mouth is over mine and our bodies are curved against each other.

All of the tension from earlier becomes fire across my skin and he wraps his hands over my ass cheeks and lifts me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist and he takes big strides until my back is pressed against the wall.

I gasp as he presses his cock against my pussy, rubbing over me.

Then my fingers are grabbing at his shirt buttons, pulling them open, revealing his sculpted abs. I flatten my hand against his chest, letting the heat from his body seep into me.

My fingers fumble with his buckle as I pull at it, trying to get it open. Finally, I tug his belt off.

He drops me to the ground, only long enough to pull my jeans off my legs and throw them aside, then he lifts me in his arms again and presses me against the wall.

My pussy is throbbing, begging, desperate to feel him sliding into me.

I wrap my hands around his neck and bury my face against his skin, lightly fighting the dip between his neck and shoulder. He growls softly.

His fingers dip beneath my panties and pull them to the side as his lips lock with mine. He pushes his hips forward and his cock thrusts into me. There is nothing slow about this.

It might have been a slow or tender moment on the sofa earlier, but at this point, both of us have clearly waited too long.

He thrusts his cock into me so hard that I am slammed up against the wall and the air is knocked from my lungs.

I gasp as he pulls out and does it again. My fingers wrap tighter around his neck.

He reaches behind me and grabs my wrists, lifting my arms and pinning them above my head against the wall, holding me up with one hand he starts fucking me in ways that make my sanity slip away as pleasure overwhelms me.

I am gasping for air, crying out, moaning loudly each time he penetrates deep inside me. His moans against my ear are deep and seductive. The sound runs through me like an electric current, sparking every nerve ending to life.

I feel so alive I want to scream.

I feel like he really does own me, and that he would never let me go, and it is so fucking sexy in this moment—

I have never felt so desired before. I have never felt so beautiful before in my life. And I have never felt someone so desperate to have me.

His cock is sliding in and out of me, sending shock waves through my body.

My legs start to shake as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

“I can feel your pussy sucking me in,” Alexei whispers in my ear.

“I—can’t—control it,“ I gasp.

“Don’t—I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

I shudder at his words.

The more his voice runs through me the more I lose control. It’s like a thread, pulling me, the tension growing tighter and pooling between my legs.

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