Page 38 of Forced By the Bratva Beast

Smirking, his eyebrow hitches. He stays in position, requesting the next layer. “Now, take off your bra. I want to see you naked,” he professes, the sound of his voice slowly turning on every light inside me.

Unclasping the back of my bra, the quick turnover of my pulse in my neck is a surefire indicator of my wedding nightjitters. I’m feeling like some sort of stripper in Andrei’s private show, but with every word he utters, I’m loving it a little more each time.

What’s he going to ask me to take off next?He nods, the air of the room hitting my breasts as he stares at my chest, his hand going to his cock, rubbing over the boxers he has on.

“Ah, Sophia. That’s what I like to see,” he groans. “Now the rest. Take off those ridiculous pajamas.”

Heat rises as I drop my pajama bottoms to the floor, leaving them around the bottom of my feet until all I’m left standing in is my underwear.

“What else?” I ask breathily as Andrei grins. “I think you know what else.” I watch his reaction as I wriggle slowly out of my full-brief black underwear, stepping to the side. Andrei is up on his feet, making his way over to me and cupping his hand behind the nape of my neck.

His touch liquefies my insides like never before as his mouth bears down on mine, his tongue penetrating through my parted mouth for entry. My hands gravitate to his waist, the hard outline of his abdominals under my fingertips. I’m lost under his touch, not wanting to be found. Even if I want to rebel, I can’t, the cauldron of desire is brewing too strongly for me to ignore it.

As his kiss deepens, I can barely help myself, my hands dipping inside the waistband of his boxers as I draw his cock out, not knowing what’s coming over me. He groans in my ear, his thick shaft a wonder in my hands. He thrusts himself back and forth, grinning and enjoying the friction. “I knew.” His dark hair frames his face as he draws back for breath, staring down at my greedy hands.

“What did you know?” I ask, not knowing what I’m doing, but more than happy to be his student. Desire has taken over and made me its slave.

“I knew you wanted me. You tried to hide it, but I could feel it every time I came near you. It was in your kiss when we said I do,” he says, exposing me, but there’s too much emotion clogged up inside that I don’t have all the words to describe the hotwire of electricity I’m plugged into.

“Do I?” I choke out.

“Lick your hand for me.” I follow his command and his dark pupils watch me licking my palm, understanding what for. He slides his cock through my tunneled hand, back and forth, his frenzy of panting drawing out a whimper.

“For you. This hard cock is for you, and soon it’s going to be inside you, just like it was at your house, Sophia.” His promise sends every neuron in my brain straight into overtime as he backs himself out my hand, his head dipping to my swollen breasts and licking. As soon as his tongue hits my erect nipples, I cave in, grabbing at the dark curls at the back of his neck.

“Andrei, yes. I like this,” I confess not wanting to lie to myself or him anymore.

His tongue swirls as he blows on my nipples, cupping my whole breast and putting it into his mouth. I can barely breathe from all the sensory pleasure. “Did you think about me after we fucked?” he grunts out, switching breasts.

“Yes. Yes—I did.”

His knee slides between my legs as his hands travel to my belly button and down to the apex of my thighs. “Let’s see how much you missed me.” His fingers shift through to find theslickened nectar of my entrance, his fingers sliding in slowly, his hot breath in my ear.

Moaning, I hold on for dear life as he nibbles my ear. “Oh, you missed me so much, didn’t you?” he taunts, his fingers working magic as I grow wetter. “I thought about you too. I couldn’t be with anybody else after you. You scarred me. Maybe it was because you were supposed to be my wife all along,” he adds, and my closed eyes fly open. His hand flattens, slowly exiting me, much to my disappointment.

“Maybe,” I say as he takes my hand, leading me over to the bed and I fall back, laying down.

“No. Not maybe. Say it. How many times did you think about our night together?”

“All the time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” I blurt out, the truth spilling as Andrei buries his head between my thighs and I remember to part them just like he taught me at my house. Arching my back, I let the world pass by, nothing else mattering other than this moment. Yes, I wanted him the first time, and didn’t want to admit it. I want to hate being in his wedding bed, but I don’t. I love every minute of his tantalizing touch. It’s as if he’s meant to be for me, and the more his tongue explores new places, the more I submit to his touch.

Bracing myself for the building ache in my core, my fingernails dig in, only wanting what he can give me, craving the release. Involuntarily, my hips draw up to his mouth, the pressure of his mouth relentless as my body breaks free into orgasm. Squeezing my eyes tight, the ricochet of his efforts pulses through my body, sending me into orbit. “Andrei, do it again!” I call out, wanting whatever he has to give.

“I knew you would be begging for more. Turn over on all fours and hold on to the bed.” I do as he asks, no rebellingthis time, uncaged from inhibition as I spread my body open, as he fills me up from behind, the new sensation, thrilling to me. His slick glide in and out has me wondering about all the new things I’m going to learn from him. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks, already knowing the answer as he kisses my back.

“Yes.” And between every thrust is the motive to punish me in his own way.

“Tell me again how many times you masturbated about me. Tell me!” he groans as I grow afraid from the second build-up inside me. The bed shakes as my arms grow sore from holding on, but I feel him swelling from the inside, knowing he must be close.

“Five,” I admit with no shame.

“Mine was more than that. Every day, Sophia. When I thought of you,” he pants. “Inside the cell. Your pretty face planted in my mind. You drive me fucking crazy,” he confesses, pumping and grinding, the friction bringing the circles of stars back. As an orgasm bursts free again, he joins me, his body exploding as his cock stiffens inside me, adding to the glorious sensation.

If he’s a criminal, then I’m a criminal too along for the ride, because there’s no other man I want to touch me like he does again….

Chapter Twenty – Andrei

As I want, Sophia is in my bed every night, and having her presence is soothing for me. It’s hard to be away from her at work, but she’s making me sharper on the job. It’s not what I expected from our marriage. I thought it would be one of benefit of having her in my bed, but it’s not the only thing…. I like to hear her laughter, to know what she likes and to see my world through her eyes.

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