Page 36 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

My hands find her waist, pulling her closer. She shivers beneath my touch, her body trembling slightly as I hold her tight against me.

“You’re mine now,” I whisper, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth. “Completely. Understand?”

She nods, though her eyes betray a flicker of fear. She won’t fight back. She’s too submissive, too obedient to resist. I prefer it that way. She’ll learn to accept this, to accept me.

I push her down gently onto the bed, watching as she lies back against the soft sheets, her eyes wide and filled with nervous anticipation. Her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, the tension in her body evident as I lean over her. My hands slide up her sides, fingers brushing against her skin, feeling the warmth beneath them. Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t say a word, her gaze fixed on me.

Slowly, deliberately, I lower myself to kiss her, starting at her collarbone and trailing up to her neck. She tenses beneath me, but I can feel her surrender inch by inch. My lips move across her skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as I kiss her harder, deeper. Her breathing grows erratic, and when I glance at her, her cheeks are flushed, her lips trembling. She’s overwhelmed—exactly where I want her.

As I begin to help her out of the rest of her dress, my hands moving with a practiced ease, I feel her body stiffen beneath my touch. She tries to keep her composure, but I can sense the embarrassment in her movements, the hesitation in the way she responds to me.

“Do you remember that night?” I murmur against her skin, my voice low, deliberate. “You were on the phone, talking about me. Do you remember… what happened after?”

Her eyes widen, and she swallows hard, her body jerking slightly in surprise. She’s trying to hold back the embarrassment, but I can see it clearly now. She remembers. Of course, she does.

I smirk as I continue kissing her neck, my hands working to remove the last bit of her dress. “You had no idea I could hear every word, did you?” I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes, my voice laced with amusement. “The way you talkedabout me… how you said I was so much better than Jackson. You didn’t realize I was listening the whole time.”

Her face flushes deeper, her embarrassment almost palpable. She bites her lip, looking away, her cheeks burning under my gaze. Despite the clear mortification, there’s something else in her eyes—something that suggests she doesn’t entirely hate that I heard those words.

My cock is hard against the inside of her thigh as I press flush against her. The mattress creaks beneath our combined weight as I shift; she can feel me against her, and a shiver runs down her spine.

“I didn’t…,” she begins, her voice barely a whisper, trailing off as I bring my hand to her cheek, forcing her to look back at me.

“You didn’t what?” I ask, my lips brushing against hers as I speak. I grind against her, and a little moan escapes her lips. “Didn’t mean it, or didn’t want me to know?”

Her lips part, but no words come out. Instead, she swallows again, her breath catching as I lean in closer, my mouth hovering just above hers.

“You can deny it all you want,” I say, my voice low, teasing. “We both know the truth. You enjoyed thinking about me that night, didn’t you?”

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching mine, but I can see the way her body responds. She’s nervous, maybe even scared, but there’s a part of her that’s intrigued, curious about the very man she should hate.

“I… I didn’t know you were listening,” she whispers, her voice soft, filled with shame.

I chuckle softly, running my hand down her side, feeling her body tremble beneath my touch. “Doesn’t matter. I heard you.”

I don’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I kiss her again, harder this time, my lips claiming hers as I press her deeper into the mattress. She responds slowly, hesitantly at first, but then I feel her relax, her body melting against mine as she begins to kiss me back.

I pull her closer, my hands exploring her now bare skin, the heat between us intensifying with each passing second. My hands delve between her thighs to find her soaking. Warm. With a grin, I align myself with her entrance; she gasps as I enter her, back arching. It’sdelicious.

Her soft whimpers fill the air, and I can tell she’s embarrassed by the sounds escaping her lips, but she can’t help it. She’s giving in to me, little by little.

I pull away slightly, my lips hovering just above hers as I set the pace, my voice a low growl. “I heard every word, Sophia. I know exactly what you were thinking… how you wanted to kiss me, how you hated Jackson. You’re mine now, and you don’t have to pretend otherwise.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, her face burning red as she tries to hide her embarrassment. Even as I pound into her, she flushes a pretty pink. Her tits bounce as I ride her, hair a beautiful blonde mess about her head.

I can feel her pulse quicken, her breath coming faster, and I know she won’t last long. It’s okay; I won’t either.

“I… I wasn’t… thinking,” she whispers, barely able to get the words out, her voice trembling.

“Don’t lie,” I say, my hands gripping her wrists and pinning them to the bed. I lean in close, my mouth brushing her ear as I whisper, “I’ll make you admit it.”

She squirms slightly beneath me, but not to escape. It’s more like she’s trying to control herself, trying not to react to the way my touch sets her skin on fire. I kiss her neck again, my lips trailing down her collarbone as I press her wrists harder into the mattress, holding her in place.

Her breathing quickens, and when I glance at her face, I can see the mixture of emotions playing across her features—fear, embarrassment, but also curiosity. She’s never felt anything like this before, and it shows.

I quicken the pace, pounding into her so fast, so desperately, it makes my head spin. Arousal makes my skin burn, coiling deep in my stomach.

“Don’t worry,” I murmur against her skin, and her back arches as I grind into her. “I’ll take care of you. You’re mine now, and I always take care of what’s mine.”

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